starkresilience:

 

<sup>Oh, wasn’t that just a surprise? He’s not quite sure what or who he’s looking at—but he’s willing to say that the instinctive step taken back meant that Tony was being perceived as a threat. Which is—yes, good, Tony is a threat.

Usually though, it’s when he’s in a suit. At the moment, he’s just dressed in one of his simpler suits, pink tinted sunglasses sliding down as he studied the young man before him. 

“Nothing. Except—are those real?”</sup>

       _{His answer slipped his mouth in a drawn tone, not appreciating the confrontation. “—-Yes.” On passing screens and stolen newspapers, Sam had seen the face of this man before. One that belonged to another title: Iron Man.
          The fact that a celebrity would stop to speak to a homeless one like Sam was the source of his confusion. Never had anyone so important stopped to pay attention to him—-save for his mother. Wings in public were commonly passed as a costume accessory, which was why Sam’s brow was drawn in the content of Tony’s curiosity.
       The avian-boy drew his coat closer around himself, cursing the slits cut in the back for his massive wings. The small cuts left the touch of Autumn wind dwelling on parts of his back. He drew his feathers in closer, happy for their warmth.
               "You aren’t going to test on me, are you?“ It was an honest question.}