That name wasn't new to Tony, but he continued to stare incredulously at Eddie's friend until he could properly put this puzzle together, and that was a near miss. His laughed bubbled up in a surprised disbelief, and he admired, "Oh, I bet he loves that. Thank you for that."

The enthusiasm for the unbalanced kidnap-type prolonged Tony's grin and he nodded his encouragement, brow furrowing in an attempt of scientific soberness. "I didn't really notice," he admitted, waving a hand and rolling his eyes, he knew now how that must have sounded, "until we got here. Almost all of the other species in my galaxy are humanoid at least, its not that weird, something about a Machine--whatever, doesn't matter, I get here and most guys are a whole other thing, and they're picking from different universes, and you want me to believe this is their prime heroic sampling?" He pressed both hands to his chest then, and realized in the same gesture who the comedian must have been, making him still like that thoughtfully before he asked, "Why did you throw up?" Looking at him at the bar, he didn't seem like much of an axe-guy, but Tony hadn't really parsed what made a guy an axe-guy yet. That was a rare choice of weapon.