[The guy next to him was practically vibrating. Twitching, really. Which seemed to be pretty common in this place as of late, it was kind of freaky running from dead drooling people on a regular basis, but this was different kind of twitchy. He knew this kind of twitchy. This guy knew him kind of twitchy.]

[He was used to people knowing who he was. It was normal, even if 'normal' was all just someone's fabrication. He was just used to people knowing who he was because he had disgusting amounts of money and a metal suit that he helped save the world in a time or two, not... this. He takes a long swig of water from his canteen, wishing it was his scotch back home in Stark Mansion.]

Yep, that's me. You've been staring at me out of the corner of your eye for the past five minutes. Do I have grease on my forehead? Maybe some dried blood, what is it.