A unique challenge that Tony had yet to solve when faced with it was convincing the general populous that he was a hard-working American just like them, and that no bitterness should be reserved for him just for his well earned riches. He was pretty sure it was the riches that had those rough, hard-muscled types participating so enthusiastically during his shift at the dunking booth. This type also appeared to be largely, naturally proficient at baseball, to Tony's dismay. Pointing out that someone was the third (or tenth, or thirty-ninth) person to ask if his glowing implant was the target and thus not as clever as they thought they were, probably didn't help his situation. He was sure he was going to be waking up floundering and gasping for air in the middle of the night after that vigorous torture, and the moment he stood on solid ground with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, he had a generous drink in his hand to immediately begin counteracting the effects.
Dried, dressed, the only man carrying an elegantly tall, perfectly mixed mint julep and still slightly shell-shocked, Tony meandered through the park checking the slow progress of his drying hair on every reflective surface he came upon. It was thusly he came to observe Wanda weave through the carousel from several yards away over the crowd, glass held by the rim at his hip, not noticing when one, then three more, and another broke away from the swarm to crowd around him. At, "You're Tony Stark, right?", he lost sight of Wanda, startled into smiling down into a hopeful face. By the time the cameras were put away again, Wanda was gone, and Tony was left frowning at the carousel.
At least there were a lot of mirrors to glance at as Tony made his way around the painted horses and sticky toddlers in his search. When he did finally make it up to where Wanda sat, he stumbled into her chariot, looking pathetically drained as he leaned on the side of it and gripped its fiberglass edge. "I take it back, there is absolutely nothing sexy about a carousel," he said, though he was willing to revisit his findings as he chewed his straw and looked over the lone traveler.