Tony had been here for awhile now and, even worse, taking up a lot of time in the one shop that was next to Sam's house. He'd mostly been avoiding the man, of course giving him a nod in passing so it didn't seem too terrible. After all, with the population they had it was impossible to truly avoid someone unless he pulled a Finnick or Annie and just hid in the woods. But even they appeared from time to time -- now more often than before due to the weather.

So he'd decided. If Tony was going to be next door every day, well, Sam wasn't going to be that guy who just continued to avoid him. Besides, from Sam's perspective the events of his own world had been six months ago now. He'd gotten over Natasha's involvement, and he was done acting like it mattered here. Here they had to survive.

Sam knocked on the door to the blacksmith shop, even as he poked his head in. He could never be sure what Tony was doing in here so he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to startle the guy. "Hey. You all right in here?" He'd been seeing and hearing about too many animal corpses lately to be comfortable leaving people he knew unchecked.