Tony didn’t really enjoy the attention that came with being a celebrity. When he went to a picnic, he wanted to have a burger just like everyone else. He didn’t want to be trapped at a table dutifully signing pictures and calendars and whatever else people brought up to him in the hopes of taking away some tiny piece of Tony Stark.

However, these people weren’t strangers. Not really. He didn’t know them. It was unlikely that he would ever know their names and their stories or that he would ever be able to do more than vaguely recognize them if he passed them on the street. But they were Justin’s people. They were the people Justin worked with day in and day out, and that made them somewhat different from the multitudes he met on a daily basis.

If one of Justin’s employees approached him for an autograph, he would give it. Once he knew that Justin was okay with that kind of behavior.

“You know, I don’t mind. It’s different when it’s people who are actually part of your life.” But Tony not minding wasn’t the same as Justin not minding, and he wasn’t about to mistake that. “The real question is, do you mind? The point’s for Hammer Industries to celebrate, right? I don’t want Tony Stark getting in the way of that, stealing the limelight or whatever. If you don’t mind them asking me for things, I don’t mind giving them.”