Everyone understood at once.
Plenty of teenagers idolized superheroes. This boy knew he was delivering food to the top floor of Avengers Tower, so it was only natural for him to be nervous and excited when he saw them all gathered there.
Judging by the furtive glances he had been stealing, he had spent the longest looking at Tony.
Apparently, this delivery boy was one of Tony's fanboys.
Now Tony Stark, that walking ego machine, had caught on. They were probably about to hear "Everybody loves Iron Man" all over again.
Everyone looked at Tony. Sure enough, the gloom from being outdone by Bruce vanished without a trace. His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth lifted high, and his signature smile-cocky and unabashed-spread across his face.
"Hey, kid," Tony said. "Want my autograph?"
"Huh?"
The boy clearly hadn't expected that, while delivering food and trying to sneak a peek at his idol, Iron Man himself would actually notice him, let alone offer him an autograph.
He froze on the spot, still clutching the empty delivery bag. Delight practically spilled from his eyes, and he was so flustered that even his voice trembled.
"C-can I? Mr. S-Stark! I'm a huge fan!"
"Sure." Tony raised an eyebrow. "But on one condition."
"Wh-what?" The boy looked a little stunned, apparently unable to imagine what the famous Tony Stark, the superhero Iron Man, could possibly need him to do.
"Call me Mr. Stark, not Mr. S-Stark."
The redness at the tips of the boy's ears instantly spread across his entire face and even down his neck. He hastily apologized. "Sorry! Mr. S... I mean, Mr. Stark!"
The Avengers around them couldn't help laughing, exchanging glances full of amusement.
Tony lifted his chin slightly, looking relaxed yet ostentatious. He deliberately slowed his speech,