"I mean, its more being...you know. Underage and stuff. I mean I'm only 16, and Aunt May would kill me if I got hurt really badly. But nobodys really gonna patrol the city when there's like....aliens attacking the Avengers and stuff." Most people would take advantage of the chaos really, and he had wanted to help, so it had worked for the time being.
"Plus the mask helps. Nobody really knows who I am, back home. Well, I guess except for Mr Stark." He admitted slowly, giving the mule a few more scritches before drifting closer to Meghan curiously.
"That's awesome though! I mean, I never really had any pets growing up. We lived really high up, and May was afraid they'd try to jump or something." He offered, frowning. Not that he hadn't wanted one, but he'd listened to Aunt May far more then he probably should have. Had been way to scared to argue back, and still kind of was. Mostly.