As always, Tony shone like the sun as the center of attention, or at least as a star in orbit in this case. Faces passed, staring and talking, and he wore his 100-watt smile for each and every one. Being stopped by a particularly insistent child who favored the secrets of his briefcase, Tony knelt down and engaged in a frank but patient conversation about 'Midgard' and how his fashion was the height of style where he came from and how he was essentially a prince in most regards, himself.

Sooner or later, he's reminded they're on a schedule and continues side-by-side with Thor among the throngs of Asgardians. "Cute kids. Any of 'em yours?"