Tony had caught the reaction on Clint's face and he'd blinked in surprise when he thought he saw fox ears on the guy for a second there, but it's Folkmore. The weird and the bizarre is very much common in this realm and he really shouldn't be shocked about anything anymore. Tony's just really glad to see Clint again. He smirks and removes his sunglasses, relieved to find that the feeling's mutual.

"Well. Retirement's overrated anyways. We should leave that for when we're, what, ninety? I bet we'll both still be pretty spry and active until then. I hear pilates and yoga will do wonders for aging. Maybe we should give it a try." It's not like Tony hadn't tried to quit the superhero gig himself; to get out of active combat duty and watch from the sidelines instead. They're just not the kind of people who can sit still and watch the world go to hell without trying to do something to save it.

"I'm guessing you got the rundown on this whole thing?" Clint seems pretty chill which he's glad for. When Tony had first arrived, he was being stalked and attacked by someone with a hook for a hand. It was just Folkmore's way of welcoming him to the town.