"Right," Gods and magic, he needed to remember that. "Clint I know." He hadn't met Tony, heard of him, usually in Clint's wild drunken ramblings about science and arrows, presumably, Tony had something to do with those things. He knew that Clint was an archer, a marksman mostly and sometimes the stories veered into the less 'super heroey' of places, but Derek took that as part of Clint's life pre-whatever the hell he did now.
"Where I'm from, yeah." He'd accepted it really. Between the dinosaurs that roamed through and the magic he'd seen, really there wasn't much that Derek couldn't accept existed. He was a werewolf after all, and it was clearly not just his world, since Ruby existed in an entirely different manner of lycanthropy.
Derek stopped questioning it after Isaac got eaten by a giant fish dinosaur. "Magic, weres, reptile demons." Or whatever the Kanima was. "You learn to just accept it."