"Wayne?" Tony stops. He shakes his head. He even offers a half laugh to emphasize how ridiculous the idea seems to him. "There's no way that Wayne could help this kid." A vague gesture is made in Jack's direction. "Unless his problem is that he needs birth control. Or midol. Which he really doesn't look like he needs."
He then holds up a hand, finger extended to pause this conversation as he looks again at Jack. He looks young, but what is with that hair? Maybe an albino, sure, or it's some form of anti-emo expression nowadays. Kids, huh.
"And I am plenty nice to the other kids," he counters. "I just don't share well with others. It's in all my profiles. Narcissistic. Volatile. Agent Romanoff could all too happily list them off if you need them." He waves a hand dismissively -- no point arguing with the truth.
Jack's comment, though, does catch his attention. He likes it when people can use their wits and not sound like completely deadpan newbies. In a sense, it endears him a degree -- enough to continue their conversation. "So, what's the big problem?" He looks at Pepper. "What's his problem?"
nice and adaptable, kid; Tony might like you
He then holds up a hand, finger extended to pause this conversation as he looks again at Jack. He looks young, but what is with that hair? Maybe an albino, sure, or it's some form of anti-emo expression nowadays. Kids, huh.
"And I am plenty nice to the other kids," he counters. "I just don't share well with others. It's in all my profiles. Narcissistic. Volatile. Agent Romanoff could all too happily list them off if you need them." He waves a hand dismissively -- no point arguing with the truth.
Jack's comment, though, does catch his attention. He likes it when people can use their wits and not sound like completely deadpan newbies. In a sense, it endears him a degree -- enough to continue their conversation. "So, what's the big problem?" He looks at Pepper. "What's his problem?"