There was no spark of recognition in his eyes as Tony said he was Iron Man, nor did he particularly seem impressed by his first two titles. He'd met many defenders of the world, and they tended to be well off when at home. An engineer? Interesting. Baker? Oh, father, that may be why.

Train leader. Those were the magic words. This was the man to get on the good side of.

"At home I was an artist. I owned a mask shop and would make custom masks for my customers." A pause, then a sheepish smile with a coy tone. "After home, I remained an artist, but I would draw portraits of new friends. One friend loved to dress up in silks and languish in his melancholy." There's a fondness on his face as he recounts this.

His focus returns to Tony and his tone returns more to normal, his smile fading a bit. "Ah - forgive me. I became a drinking buddy, a confidant. An explorer of other worlds. Much like what I've been told everyone does here, but the goal was different."

The easygoing smile returned to his face. "I hope there's a similar place for me here."