"Imagine – we're in a world where dragons are so everyday they're 'just dragons.'"
"They're not common where you live?"
Tony's hands still as he tries to remember something tickling his mind, like a forgotten word just out of reach. "I don't think they're common where anybody lives."
Steve looks up from polishing his chain mail. "But they are common."
"I know. I just… don't think they should be."
"They've been here for thousands of years, Tony."
Tony can't describe why he knows that statement is wrong. He just has a gut feeling. He frowns and re-wraps his sword hilt for the third time this hour. There's a feeling he can't shake that the world is not what it seems. Steve is not a knight, he is not a blacksmith. There is more to the world than steel and armor.
And it all started with a pair of poisonous green eyes. He just doesn't know why.
