The marketplace would have been a shock to the system if Tony wasn't already overloaded with adrenaline. As it was, he didn't make much of an impression among the strange shoppers and wares, largely equally wild-eyed as a rule and with far more fantastic finds to whisper about than the man spinning among the awnings to get his bearings, wearing a hotel bathrobe over a t-shirt meant for someone several sizes smaller than him. It hadn't been in any of Tony's foreseeable plans to leave the dark den of his bed any time before he could be assured that the world, whichever one they happened to be on, was capable of spinning without Steve on it, and, further, that Tony could not be offended by that concept, but he hadn't anticipated being contacted by Sundance. In the second he finally allowed himself to think about it over the sound of alarm bells ringing in his skull, trying to map his way out of the third dead end he had stumbled into in this market, he was pretty sure she could have said literally anything to him and it would have caused him to panic and bolt out the door without planning. 'He's been taken' was just slightly more surprising than how she took her tea.

When he did finally find the alley, Tony bounced without hesitation out of the tight maze bodies, only slowing slightly as he noticed the fungus growing up the walls that he had assumed from a distance was some kind of decorative moulding. It had him veer away from one side with his lip raised in concern that he was breathing the spores, then the other when he realized he was flanked. "Sundance!" he hissed, hugging the slightly-less-white-than-before robe tightly around himself and hunching his way down the alley then. "If this is some kind of prank, I will sell you for parts myself."