"Oh. Mine seems very friendly, not at all dickish. He's about my age, though, how old's yours? And did yours build his own robot suit? Because if so, that does sound like an alt, not a name collision."
"I'll tell Sherlock to warn her brother to not become a dick in his thirties," says Bell. "You don't know if he comes here? Actually, how many 'superheroes', or technically-not-superheroes, do you have flying around saving people from things? Some of them have to have finished lady warrior school or the equivalent, yes?"
"Will you go anywhere if I go ask Sherlock how her brother takes to being interrupted while working and then, depending on her answer, bring him back to meet you, or return alone, or possibly bring Sherlock if you sound interesting to her?"
"Sherlock, met a lady with a magic space hammer that she cannot lend out and is not fully trained to use, but she knows an alt of Tony - in his thirties, only child - who has built himself a suit of armor and makes it his business to fly around saving people from things. How does Tony take to being interrupted while working?"
"Yes please. Do you want to meet the magic space hammer lady, as well?"
"Darcy, Tony and Sherlock Stark," she says, "Panem versions. Tony, Sherlock, this is Darcy, she of magic space hammer."
"Embarrassing high school photo?" Bell asks. She has learned not to continue such confused inquiries into guesses like "there is a photography school on a mountain that people are embarrassed to have gone to?" because that generally gets her laughed at.
"You didn't say if you know whether he comes here or not," Shell Bell prompts Darcy.
"Oh. Then how did you come by your evaluation of his personality? People say all kinds of things on television." Pause. "I mean, I guess yours wasn't trying to collect sponsors so he wouldn't die? But even on the other channels I don't think everyone's like that when they get home."
Still: "This is weird," he volunteers.