Tony | Superman
"Apparently," Clark replied as he watched the blond young man drift into the crowd. "Boyfriend?" he asked as he motioned toward Steve as he returned his attention back to the young man whose face was about as red as an apple, glaring down at the ground like he was hoping for something to happen. It was an expression he was all too familiar with. High school was a hell of a time. Still, he offered him a smile. "Or just the guy you want to ask out on a date?" If he had a dollar for every time things went wrong when he had wanted to ask Lois out... Well, he would be a rich man not having to live on a reporter's salary.
Oh, right. He needed to stop sharing that story about acid. "I have thick skin," he said carefully with that farm boy smile. "I'd offer to provide proof but that's not exactly my style." It was a joke, of course. It's not Tony had a history of dealing with shirtless farmboys or anything. "So, what's your thing?" he asked as he glanced around the room. "I see some soldier types." He paused. "They have a certain...way they carry themselves, y'know?" "Super hero types," he added as he motioned toward the Peter he'd met before then returned to glance at him. "So, what about you?"