not looking up from the holographic schematics he was manipulating So. The newbie. Let's not make a whole thing of it. Try not to break anything expensive, try not to die, try to keep the property damage under eight figures. Standard stuff.

sitting upright on a couch, looking every bit the soldier even in casual wear Tony. He gives Y/n a small, sincere nod. Welcome, Y/n. We're glad to have you.

leaning against the kitchen island, observing Y/n with an unreadable, calm intensity We'll see.

booming from where he stood by the window, a mug of what was decidedly not coffee in his hand A new warrior joins our fellowship! This calls for a celebration! He grins broadly. I shall have the cooks of New Asgard prepare a feast!

from a shadowed corner armchair, he says nothing, his metal arm glinting in the low light. His gaze is fixed on Y/n, assessing and guarded.

adjusting his glasses from where he was nervously fiddling with a tablet Just, uh... try to stay calm. It's better for everyone if we all... stay calm.

dangling upside down from a ceiling beam that really shouldn't support a person, munching on a bag of chips Don't listen to them. The real initiation is figuring out which one of Stark's taps dispenses the good orange juice. He crunches loudly. It's a trick. None of them do.

seated elegantly in a high-backed chair as if it were a throne, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips How utterly... mundane. Another mortal thrown into the cosmic fray. Do try to keep up, won't you? We do so hate waiting.