Ironically, Tony Stark was sitting across from what James Bond would have been, minus the weapons, the looks and the charisma, and if he'd never left his hotel room or brought women into it.
...which, admittedly, didn't leave much, except, of course, for the brilliant mind that was singularly well-suited to finding and catching criminals. He was weird, and unsuited for the vast bulk of what constituted human experience and obligation, but he could say that he was the best three detectives in the world. Minus a set of seeing eyes.
So it wasn't a terrible surprise that his identity was in limbo.
His whited-out eyes slimmed at Tony's implication. He had never been the trusting type, and typically, strangers didn't offer life-changing technology to him in coffee shops. He quirked one of his hairless brows, as if wondering just what the catch was.
Reaching for his coffee, he dropped in eight sugar cubes one by one while he considered Tony's question. Then he added two more for good measure. He sipped it, grimaced, and added another four cubes.
"You don't sound like you're lying about your ability to craft a superior solution," he finally decided. "That being said... it's a hell of a thing to ask a stranger for. It requires faith even with the benefit of sight, not to mention the monetary aspect. There are too many unknown variables to just assume... and it's foolish to ask for something unless one is at least 75% certain that they can attain it."
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...which, admittedly, didn't leave much, except, of course, for the brilliant mind that was singularly well-suited to finding and catching criminals. He was weird, and unsuited for the vast bulk of what constituted human experience and obligation, but he could say that he was the best three detectives in the world. Minus a set of seeing eyes.
So it wasn't a terrible surprise that his identity was in limbo.
His whited-out eyes slimmed at Tony's implication. He had never been the trusting type, and typically, strangers didn't offer life-changing technology to him in coffee shops. He quirked one of his hairless brows, as if wondering just what the catch was.
Reaching for his coffee, he dropped in eight sugar cubes one by one while he considered Tony's question. Then he added two more for good measure. He sipped it, grimaced, and added another four cubes.
"You don't sound like you're lying about your ability to craft a superior solution," he finally decided. "That being said... it's a hell of a thing to ask a stranger for. It requires faith even with the benefit of sight, not to mention the monetary aspect. There are too many unknown variables to just assume... and it's foolish to ask for something unless one is at least 75% certain that they can attain it."