[ To make it short. Yes. Yes it does happen every time.

What, you may ask?

Well. The guy was naked in a cage that's rather high up. Sure, he's gotten himself arranged so nobody has to see anything that they don't want, but this is not an unusual thing for one Anthony Edward Stark, inventor extraordinaire, Director of SHIELD, and all around most disliked man this side of New York City. He doesn't even look all that bothered about it. He looks... bored. Really, really bored. He yawned, one leg dangling idly out the open door, the other curled to hide anything that might be apparent.

Is he biding his time? Sure. Does he have an undersuit he could deploy from his bones anytime too? Yeah, he does. Of course he does. The small holes on his arms and chest look odd, but from up here, he's watching down below. If you're a fellow new arrival, he'll look over, with a quirk of his lips and say: ] First time?

[ Then again, if you're trying to save him, you'll probably be greeted by a roll of his eyes and: ] You know, this is less unusual than you think. Can we... maybe bring a change of clothes?

[ First rule of showing up in the past / fantasy world / alternate universe: Do Not reveal the scope of your powers.

Is that why a certain suit isn't in play at this very moment? Maybe. Don't worry about it. We're not questioning that right now. ]

[ He is not wearing a costume, so there might be some annoyed looks that someone isn't playing along. But he'll at least... you know. Try. To blend in with the locals a little bit. This really is just yet another jaunt to another world, he's sure. It's a Monday, whatever. Bad things always happen on Mondays anyway.

He reaches in to grab a pumpkin, before he pulls it out, and looks at it. He grins a little bit. Easy. Come on, at least give him a challenge?

So he turns to the nearest person (everyone is a stranger) and leans against a pole casually. ] So, what do you all do around here for fun? Want to take a little bit of time and show me the ropes?

[ Goddammit, it did say to ask someone on a date. Sorry, random stranger. He's turning on the charm. ]

[ See. The funhouse is kind of silly, but he's bored and trying to get every little bit of information out of this strange and very weird little place. So into the funhouse it is.

Can he complete it quickly? Sure. Will he? We'll see. Once he rounds a corner, there's a version of him offering a military contract to teenagers. Sure! He looks at it, and... shrugs.

Okay, so it's just memories, right? That's not that bad. (No, Tony, that's a fucking crime and you should feel bad about it.) (He does not.) He turned around another corner, and there's an actual reflection of him... what. Killing a guy? Morbid, but he was getting the Halloween vibe here. ]

Huh. You'd think they'd try to show something more pleasant, but I suppose it's to be expected. What's the point in making things pleasant, huh?

[ Is he. Is he talking to you? The repetition of this was a little gruesome, but he remembered this day. ]

You know, that guy was going for DC, yeah? Couldn't be helped, I suppose. It was more efficient.

[ Who knew if Mallen could have been stopped without it, but. Well. Tony is very good at justifying bad things to himself as necessary. ]

[ I'm down for anything. Just hmu with something! You can also reach out to me and we can hash something out, if you want. It's whatever! Don't mind the cobwebs etc etc it's been a hot minute since I've had this guy out. Oh I should mention, this is DoS era, so :) enjoy :) ]