"What are you all being so serious for?"
The newcomer raised an eyebrow. Though his face showed nothing but confusion, Dilos could clearly hear a note of smugness in his voice. And...
"Dressed like a rich guy, with that showy personality..." Dilos narrowed his eyes. "And that distinctive mustache..."
Seeing the man still acting so pleased with himself, Dilos's face twitched beneath his mask. He had already guessed who this eccentric was.
"Mr. Stark!"
Just then, a big man in a black suit came hurrying out of the Quinjet's hatch. He darted straight over to the man he'd called Mr. Stark, pushing him back with one hand while holding a black briefcase up in front of himself with the other.
Well, given everything that had happened, even the slowest people there had figured out who this was.
Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, the biggest arms dealer in the United States—and the most willful, eccentric businessman around.
Of course, he was best known as a playboy.
At the thought, Dilos couldn't help remembering the look of disgust on Ororo's face when she'd mentioned Tony Stark. He also recalled the gossip about Tony Stark that he'd seen in the papers now and then over the more than ten years since arriving in this world...
Based on what I remember from my previous life, Tony Stark didn't kick this bad habit until he got a girlfriend, Pepper Potts. As he went over his memories, Dilos silently snarked at Tony. Hope you and Pepper get married soon!
Coulson had already signaled for the people around him to lower their weapons. He glanced at Tony Stark, who was still congratulating himself, and pursed his lips. The kindly smile on his face had been replaced by a helpless expression.
If anyone else had pulled a