Dust in the Tower

[Dust]

A long moment later, they were walking up a road with surprising ease. Which Dust only noted because there was a steep incline on this way, and the older gentleman was not at all huffing or puffing. What did that mean, he may never know, as soon as they reached something that could be accurately described as a tower, the man pointed at it and said, "There you are boy. Just go knock on the front door."

"Wh-What? Really? That easy?" Dust asked, looking away from his new friend to the tower, and then back to where he was. Was. Dust's hair caressed his face as he looked around in desperation, looking for the friendly man he'd met but was met with no one. Confused and only with one direction to go, he slowly approached the place of interest. A security system following him the whole tiem. He moved up to the closest thing that looked like a friendly door and gave the door two solid knocks.

A few moments later a quiet looking older man, who was sporting thining dark hair and a polite face came to the door. He was already looking up, but obviously misjudged how large his guest was. He corrects himself to look in Dust's face. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?"

Dust pulled back his hand, and suddenly became aware of how dirty it was after spotting the spotless outfit on the servant man. He hid it in his pocket. "Uh, yes? I think.. I was looking for The Avengers, and I wasn't sure where to go, but this old man surely must be playing a joke on me... This-"

"This way sir." The butler, later to be known as Jarvis, then stepped aside and gave a respectful bow as his hand pointed the way inside.

Growing up in Japan, he had the urge to bow back, but was distracted by swallowing the lump in his throat. He started to argue, but couldn't find the words. Couldn't push himself to disaggree with the older man. He sighed and stepped in. His slightly damn sneakers from passing puddles squeeked against the floor and the ingrained customs took over. He turned just in time to watch the butler close the door. "Where should I leave my shoes?"

"No need to take them off, I promise you won't even know that you walked through here." He addressed, moving to the hall to show him around, turning to wait for him but obviously though he'd be following her already. "Is there something wrong?"

Dust stopped and looked down at his shoes, then at the ground where piles of shoes should be. "Well, I... In Japan-"

"Oh! My mistake sir! Please forgive my rudeness. I did not realize you were of Nipon heritage." He excuses himself with a lower bow, then goes to retrieve a set of slippers, just large enough for Dust. Or supposedly. He presents them at the edge of the entrance way. "I will take your shoes and put them somewhere safe."

This should have comforted the hulking man, but it only made him more nervous. He nodded, squat down to undo his shoe laces, and then hand them both to Jarvis after taking them off so that he could do that while Dust slipped the slippers on. They were a good enough fit, but squeezed his feet just slightly. When he looked up the man was already coming back from taking care of it. WIth an open palm he directs Dust down the Hall. Dust nodds and follows directions...