What was weird about him? Fucking hell, what wasn't weird about him? They'd be there all night if he started making a list. He almost laughed, but figured that now would be a very bad time for that. This was an Avenger staring down at him, after all. He drank another mouthful of coffee, and set the mug down on the table before replying.
"What's weird is... that you're expecting me to be Steven. And I'm not." He pushed his hair back from his face, sat back and hoped his coffee wasn't going to wind up all over the floor.