"You mean that young star who played in Charlie Chaplin and His Lover? I heard the kid has a celebrity father. He should be pretty famous in your circle, right? Why are you asking me about him?"
"You know him?" Henry asked in surprise.
"Well, I wanted to see who Hollywood had found these days to portray the female stars of the Golden Age, so I watched it. Honestly, it was pretty disappointing. But that Chaplin kid's acting was good. I could tell that much."
"Do you think... Robert Downey Jr. and Tony Stark look alike?"
Old Black suddenly widened his bell-sized eyes, lowered his voice, and leaned closer. "What? Do you have some insider scoop that those two are, like, half-brothers?"
"No, no, no. I don't have that kind of information. I just wanted to ask whether you think the two of them have any similarities in appearance or temperament."
After pondering for a while, Old Black said, "No, I don't think they look alike at all. Especially when you put them together, that kid from a celebrity family can't exactly hold his head high in front of the heir to Stark Industries."
Old Black's answer served as a warning to Henry. It seemed he could not judge whether someone was the real identity of a superhero merely by recognizing their face.
Actors were actors, and superheroes were superheroes. They were independent individuals who existed separately.
And considering the long-standing tradition of comic book retcons, perhaps what he knew was not reliable either. Who knew what exactly was going on with Earth in this universe?
For example, was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s one-eyed director Black or white?
Was Tony Stark really Howard Stark's biological son? Would he become Iron Man in the future, or the Sorcerer Supreme?
After Captain America was rescued