James continued to stare out over the city, the skyline melting into a beautiful purple hue behind the buildings, briefly taking James back to his youth, staring out at the brilliant blend of colors that would paint the sky come sunset with his mother holding him at her side, it had been something of a personal tradition of theirs, but the sunsets here weren't as magnificent or vibrant. There was always a depressing undertone to them, and it was something that James just couldn't shake, the city didn't rest like it was supposed to, there was no peace, always movement, always something. He just felt like he was spread thin.

His train of thought was interrupted by a strange tingling sensation, his whole body feeling hollow, like a cool wind had swept through him and emptied him out, and then suddenly it was like he was whole again, gazing back out at the same... except it wasn't the same, the skyline was more obstructed and the street ran off at a different angle to his eye then just before. [i] What the fuck[/i]. Was the soft whisper in the forefront of his mind, he clasped the window ledge with a hand to steady himself as he stood, hunched over, staring at his feet, obfuscated beyond his own means.

"Um, hey." Were the words spoken to break him from the spell, said in a somewhat musical accent that he'd always had a liking of. He took the offered glass of water with silence, thanking her with a brief smile. He sat there dumbfounded for a moment, looking for some words to say to strike up a conversation, she was an older woman, but there was a certain careless beauty to her that still made him nervous, his brain practically sighed with relief when she started up after the brief pause.

"I know ye don't know me. I'm not a fan or a reporter. I just wanted to thank ye... Y'know... Ye held portions of the Fitch buildin' so the rescue crews could get the people out." She informed him, James could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he never knew what to do with peoples thanks or praise and the fact that she had seen him there meant she had seen him in his [i]costume[/i], which made it all the harder to look her in the eyes. It's not that he was ashamed of his body, it's just that he always felt at a bit of a disadvantage when socializing with others, like an open vulnerability that everyone else kept hidden.[i] Perhaps the world would be better if everyone went about naked?[/i] He mused, his eyes briefly scanning the crowd, coming to rest on a group of octogenarian patrons. [i] Perhaps not.[/i] was the brief reply to himself as his eyes flicker to frown at his hands. "Uhh.. yeah, thanks." He managed to mutter, finding a sudden interest in the glass of water cradled between them.

"For what is worth... A lot of people are alive today, because of ye." She finished, untying some garment from around her neck before offering it to him. "To hide the wine stain." She clarified and walked away before he could thank her once more, despite the fact he didn't quite know what to do with the item of clothing she had just given him. Taking a quick sip of water, he placed the glass on a nearby table, throwing the cravat around his neck to wear like a sort of scarf, with the two loose ends hanging down his front.[i] You twat.[/i] Was the criticism of his new look upon catching his reflection in the glass of the window.

"Fuck me.." He sighed under his breath, the night shaping up to be one of his worse ones, returning to his spot by the window, that he still wasn't quite sure was his original perch. [i]Hopefully I can get a moment more to myself before I get absolutely trashed on cheap wine and champagne[/i]. He thought mulling over the street below, only to be ripped once more from his thoughts by a floating figure knocking upon the glass outside.

"Um, hi." Followed by a little wave. "Aren't you Stark Crusader?" Was the muffled introduction from the armor clad figure outside. James arched a single eyebrow at the unexpected intrusion to his scheduled brooding, calmly stepping back to look more fully at his new acquaintance. [i]Ah yes it's... umm...ahhh, Iron man? Ah bugger it![/i] Names often escaped James, even more so his fellow epics. Giving a quick look over either shoulder to see if anyone else had noticed this party goer gone astray, James returned the greeting with a little wave of his own, his face scrunched up in confusion. 

[@Regitnui]