ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He's not the epitome of human connection by a landslide, but he recognizes that kindred spirit... thing when he sees it. Not that he'd call it that. Still, there's a hopelessness, an anxiety that's palpable when the petite blonde slams into him -- full force -- like he didn't even register. Thank god Happy's not here, he'd probably tackle the poor girl to the ground (little does he know). Tony lets out an oof, wind leaving his lungs, and his first instinct is to grab her by the arms, steadying her.

"Woah, woah. Where's the fire, Cheerleader?" He doesn't like the fear he sees in her eyes, covering over his own empathy as quickly as he can. He's just a playboy, billionaire, genius, philanthropist out to get a little breakfast. Can he ever have a dull moment? "Seriously, you're a danger to yourself and others. What gives."