There were more reasons than he could count that told him that he shouldn't have been considering this. The guy had just crashed a car through the front of his building after all.
And then was the little fact about said man screaming something about demons and something that sounded like who-dingos or something. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that regardless of how good-looking the man was, he was still about five beers short of a six-pack.
Which just made what Tony was thinking of doing all the more stupid. He half expected Pepper to magically turn up by his side, lecturing him about all the ways this could go wrong that he hadn't yet thought up for himself, regardless of the fact that she was halfway across the world in a board meeting at the moment.
But Pepper would never understand what drove him to think about this. In her world, things were pretty black and white – there was the good, there was the bad, and there were the skeevy politician and rich business-people types that she put up her fake smile around.
Tony? Tony had learned early on that there were shades of grey. As one of his favourite literary characters had once said, "the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters." And for some reason, Tony just knew that this guy wasn't a Death Eater. Whether he was good or just in between remained to be seen, but a Death Eater he was not.
As for the thing about demons – well, either he was cuckoo, or the aliens that Loki summoned weren't the oddest things that Tony would ever deal with. Oddly enough, the millionaire was fine with either possibility.
Because when it came down to it, there was really only one thing that was driving his decision to talk this guy into letting him help with whatever. Sure, they played a part in it, but they weren't what decided it all for him.
The man was driving a '67 Impala, a car in such beautiful condition that it made Tony, who could have any car he wanted in whatever condition he wanted it in, want to drool in jealousy. Someone who took such good care of his car – and it was obvious that it was all him, the way he seemed to be patting his car and reassuring it – could not be evil.
So yeah, there were a lot of reasons why he shouldn't doing this, ones that should have stopped even Tony Stark in his tracks. That just went double when Tony noticed that he was reaching for what seemed like a shotgun.
But he had never exactly been one to do things according to common sense.
Which was why he walked over to the car, stuck his hand through the now-open window, flashed the man a bright smile, and said, "Hi. I'm Tony."
A/N: Yeah, I don't see Tony being too worried about what common sense tells him, to be honest. Especially when it's telling him to run...
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