There's an unwashed homeless guy out here calling himself Iron Fist.
This text message, unfortunately, didn't really surprise Tony all that much. It was a little disconcerting to think one of these crazies had gotten so far into the building to actually bring his important business to Cassie's door, but it wasn't a story he hadn't heard before. Sure, you're Spider-Man, repeating it makes it true and I am almost convinced. Totally, Captain America, I was just a little thrown by the French accent. A cup of coffee, a bus pass and some gentle encouragement might get him to the Memorial shelter and to someone who could actually help. Cassie had insisted not too long ago that she knew exactly what it was like to be without a home, but she sure didn't sound like she wanted to be the one to deal with it. That was okay, Tony only hired assistants to throw things at him, she could just chill out while he assured the fledgling ARVending (working title) team that he would be back later and to keep up the good work.
The surprise came when he strolled up from the development hall and that guy putting his feet up and relaxing like he owned the place was kind of naggingly familiar. The hands that Tony had casually slung in his pockets tensed and escaped, like maybe he could reach out and mould this vision into something that made more sense. "...Rand?" he tried, but the pieces were already starting to come together. This time, Danny's disappearing act didn't seem to be nearly as beneficial. "You're a fucking mess," Tony still heard himself saying, despite being fairly certain this was obvious to all parties. Before Danny could reassure him of this, Tony was already turning away, calling for Cassie and insisting she bring an assortment of things strong, dark and warm to lift Danny's spirits. Then he instructed, "Come on, you're making the girls uncomfortable," for Danny to follow him into Tony's spacious office.