Ah, that was why the name was familiar, both of them. Memory trickled down his brain to settle before his eyes as he nodded absently. He remembered that rainy night well enough, standing in the road waiting for the target, simply using his metal arm to overturn the vehicle so it ended in tragedy. It looked too much like an accident, and that was how they had wanted it. Tony had almost become his victim after the incident in New York with the Avengers, but that had never come. "I know who they are," he finally said with a nod of his head to acknowledge them in his own way.

He reached out with his metal hand when she got up and handed him a key, listening to the metal on metal as he looked at the key to the next bedroom. He rolled the key around in his fingers, feeling the weight but not the coolness. Was she dismissing him again? There was no order to go, so he remained leaned on the doorframe, moving the key around his metal fingers as he watched her.