"What can I say, it's sort of a weird hobby of mine," he just shrugs like it's nothing. Get abducted. Collect scraps. Build things that will blow shit up. Its definitely not the first time. Why was that, anyway?

"I have hopes they'll come in handy in the future," he's really only just been scavenging so far. Grabbing what looks useful, leaving what doesn't. Tony doesn't need weapons of the slash and maul variety when there are so many goodies laying about to be put to a more... devastating use. He's not gotten enough of anything yet that will determine what it will be, quite yet. But, better to have it and not need it, than the other way around.

"Nice place by the way, don't you think? The future. Not quite the magic kingdom I remember."