"Time flies here. Trust me." Well, when something tried to kill you every month or so, time really did fly! And it was getting harder to imagine going back himself, now that he thought about it. "I owned my own company and built a suit to be a superhero on the side." Not even a joke. "What about you?"
"You were a superhero?" Alex laughed, although she was quick to try to stifle it. "Sorry, I just can't picture it." She shrugged and sipped more of her Mexican beer. "Well, I guess I shouldn't laugh. I was a drug smuggler. Like I look the part, right?"
"Still kind of am, actually," he pointed out, laughing a little himself. "And I find that those that are the best at things usually don't look the part, don't you?" he teased.
"Now you are an absolute charmer." Alex couldn't remember the last time that she'd immediately liked someone, but Tony totally fit the bill. She indicated they they sit and stools by the kitchen island. No one seemed to be coming in right now, so why not get comfortable. "Soooo.... tell me about you. As much as you want to, anyway."
Tony WAS a charming bastard. He didn't even have to try. He sat down at the kitchen island with her, taking another sip of his drink. "Oh, I'm an open book, really. I'm used to having everyone know everything about me." The joys of the public limelight. "What would you like to know?"
That was refreshingly honest. Alex sipped more of her beer. At this rate she'd likely need another one soon, but despite being in prison for a good while she still had a good alcohol tolerance. Poussey made terrible hooch, but it did the job. "Well, what kind of business are you in?" May as well start with something simple.
"Specialized in technology, perfecting clean energy, but Stark Industries really did dabble in a little bit of everything," he said to her. Well, they didn't do weapons anymore, but ALMOST everything. "At home, honestly, most electronics passed through my company at some point or another."
"So... that basically makes you a billionaire, at least where I'm from." That was kind of a sobering thought. Still, Alex couldn't help it. She doubled over in laughter. "This infinity gem is for shit, dude. You're a hero. You save people. I was a goddamn convict. I was a fucking blight on society. How the fuck are we both here?"
"Basically," he agreed. He'd both grown up with money and made a ton of his own. He watched her laugh for a moment before shrugging. "And before just a few years before I arrived here, I was a giant asshole. Still an asshole, truthfully, but no longer a giant one." He drained the last of his drink. "And I know of at least one homicidal maniac who ended up here, so you're far from the worst. Honestly, if there's any logic to that stupid gem, I think it picks people based on their potential. I think everyone here has the potential to help in some way." He reached for what turned out to be a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass. "And if Thor's brother ever hears me say that he might have the potential for good, I think he'd eviscerate me on principle alone." Sounded about right coming from Loki.