It was one of those rare days that Tony hadn't been out for any other reason than to look at the different geological possibilities as well as ore that might be found in the area. After all, being thrown into the flippin' dark ages was like his own personal hell... sans Steve Rogers. You can't be mad about getting stuck in a place with your childhood hero.

So when he'd seen yet another new person, he was curious. Too bad sometimes the birds liked him too much here and stealth was not an option. When the relatively too tall to be fair blonde demanded for his accountability, Tony winced. Oops.

Poking his head out from behind a tree, he wanted to rub his face when the horse did something similar to look at Thor. "Hey there. Nice day, right? Too much fresh air in my opinion, but at least it's not raining. Could you imagine the rust possibility in this area?" When he got nervous? He tended to talk too much.