[ Robbie hates himself for the panic he caused the kid. He doesn't normally think that he's all that threatening, but he should've knocked first. He's just so used to barging in, especially when Vance is expecting him.

He crouches down and picks up Vance's omnicom, holding it out towards his younger friend after making sure the feed is off. Then he says what he's been holding onto. ]

Vance, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being extraordinary, but if it makes you feel better, you're the dullest, normalest guy to ever live in New York. Trust me on that.

[ He reaches over towards the arm that Vance is babying. He wants to get a better look at the damage before letting him walk anywhere. ]

I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm - I'm an Avenger. [ That feels so awkward to say, but there was a moment when it was a heartbeat away from true, and it's probably the only thing he's got to make Vance feel more at ease. ] I know Spider-Man and everything, but my real name's Robbie. I just want to push your sleeve up and make sure it's not an open fracture.