Okay. This wasn't what Tony'd been expecting when he tried out the door today (second time, he was really on a roll, here) but he'd been sort of pleased with the stability of it -- the way that all the doors opened to the same place multiple times. He'd gone in alone despite the fact that he rather felt like everyone should always have an adventure buddy with them. And when he'd realized that the place he ended up in was a hotel with some sort of nerd affair going on? Well, he decided he was all about it, actually. Enough where he went back to the main camp and nudged Steve to get his shit in gear and come along too, if he wanted.
The first thing he did was book the nicest room they had available and take the longest, hottest shower he could remember having in recent times. After living in Starklandia (still ridiculous, still hilarious) no quality of soap and shampoo was a bad quality, and he luxuriated. The second thing he did was visit the bar in the place and knock a few drinks back in quick order.
He wasn't drunk by any measure, but it had been a while since he'd had anything more than water or Hawkeye Blend Coffee. So he was ... well.
He was feeling pretty good. Good enough to go check out the weirdness. And oh he enjoyed it. Selfies were happening. Merchandise with his image on it was being sold. Everyone was dressed up and some people had some pretty fantastic handles on his suit design all while using cardboard.
In fact, he was so pleased that he didn't think more than twice to reach out and shake the hand being offered him, even if that was something he was usually four square against. Being handed things, including hands. It was just a -- a thing. A thing he didn't like. But he'd go for it today. "Dick," he greeted, taking in the get up and the little mask but mentioning neither.