[...Okay, so that was a particularly destructive sound inside his house. One that was not caused by him, as far as he can tell. Huh.

Cup of Noodles in hand, Tony heads toward the source of the sound--the closet at the end of...well, shit. That sure is some hairy man with knife claws and he does not look happy.

This was going to be fun, wasn't it.]

Oh, good. You're a New Feather. Well--it's your lucky day, because you woke up in my house, and not in a tree or on the roof or in a body of water, so, um--stand down? Relax? Whatever I need to say to get you to not butcher the rest of my house. Or me.