Howard listened as Bucky carried on about his arm design and how many times he had his arm replaced, to be honest Howard wasn’t really listening. Even though Howard was only six Howard distinctly remembered his dad staying up long hours when he was pushing the Superhero Registration Act, it was the first time he had seen his dad actually take anything seriously outside of his suit. Unphased by the stares of those around him, Howard continued to hammer Bucky about his arm,

[b]”Ah, no wonder it looks like garbage. You know I could make you a better design…you know, one that actually works.”[/b]

JARVIS’ calm voice came through over the Bluetooth headset,

[i]<”Sir, the preparations you’ve requested are complete and the equipment you had brought over is set up down in the workshop.”>[/i]

[b]”Thank you JARVIS…go ahead and take Kang down there and I’ll be there in a bit.”[/b]

Looking back at the table Howard finally decided to address his new teammates, after all, if he was going to be working with them he might as well get to know them.

[b]”So what’s new Ralph Macchio, weird kid, and…weird…demon looking thing?”[/b]

Howard plopped down in the first available chair and propped his feet up on the table, grabbing a pancake from the stack as he did.