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Re: Simon Williams
Sample Scene:

"No."

Tony Stark doesn't hear that word very well. "Simon -"

"Yeah -" He has to chuckle a little. "See, you are calling me 'Simon.' This means you really want me to do this and there's nothing in it for me. Probably isn't anything in it for these kids you want me to watch."

Back in New York, Tony sighs. "I can't handle these kids."

"Bullshit." He sips his Old Fashioned and looks back into the party. He has three phone numbers already to follow up on and one of them is for a movie. "You are never over your head and if you are you have someone take care of it for you. Call me if Zemo comes to town. If a bunch of Avengers kids want to move into my neighborhood, that's great. I'm not territorial."

Tony can hear the like some people loud and clear. Simon is a shitty poker player and while he's become a better actor, he's still not Orson Wells by a longshot. "They are Gods. I am not. I need a god."

"I'm not a God either!" he protests into the phone - with his hand cupped over the phone. You don't ever undersell yourself in this business or someone thinks you're a step away from a long rehab. Simon couldn't even get drunk anymore and hadn't been able to in decades.

"You're a damn sight more then I am." he counters. "Immortal Uncle Simon. They'll listen to you. Hell, they need to listen to someone. Think about this for a minute. Thor's kids. Four of them and some kid of some African god."

Simon rubbed his forehead. Stark was right. Damn him. If those kids went nuts on a bus full of nuns it could expand hysterical against all kinds of powered people, not just mutants. If it went really bad Billy could face big problems back in New York since his persona was based around Nordic stuff. "All right. I'll check them out when they get here. Anything else?" He can just see the smug smile now. How does he DO that?