Ivan had no opinion.
He had first been locked up by Tony for a while, and then Justin had broken him out, only to "trap" him into making imitations of the Iron Man suit.
In the end, he found an opportunity to come out and make trouble for Tony again, only to be imprisoned once more by Luke. It had been almost two months since he enjoyed the sun.
Today was a rare sunny day in New York.
They sat down, and a waitress came over.
She was in her early twenties, and had long blonde hair. Part of it was tied up, and a lock of hair over her forehead bounced slightly as she walked.
The tresses framed her oval face, making her look both charming and cute.
"What would you like?" she asked with a smile.
Luke said, "A latte, a basket of croissants, and four sandwiches."
The waitress nodded, and glanced at Ivan, who remained silent as he stared at the large building behind Grand Central, before she left.
