Honestly, it was ass o’clock in the morning, and Xander wasn’t sure he liked this Tony as much as he did the other one. The other one, the Tony from his universe, thought it was funny how X worked outside the lines of the law and sometimes he’d end up with a present from Stark Industries on his doorstep, some little gadget that made jumping off a building all the more fun. He raised an eyebrow, “He’s not that short.” He and Tony saw eye to eye, literally. The compliments fell on intentionally deaf ears, he didn’t need compliments or comparisons to gods. “Yeah, I get it, you’re Iron Man, you know everybody. There’s no one here you need to impress, so put your proverbial dick back in your pants.” A bit of a smile danced on Xander’s face as he sipped his juice, but this pretentious douche act was gonna get on his nerves soon. “And the universe spit you out on Xander Cage’s doorstep.” Maybe there was a Xander in his universe, in some capacity, maybe that’d get him to talk about something other than himself and all his bags of money and assets.