With the fire on full and red hot metal in between his tongs, hammer coming down? Tony doesn't hear him right off the bat, turning and shaping the bar until it's a little flatter, wider. Working on a hunting knife for Peggy. Two, ten, fifteen hits to get it to the right rough width he sets it back in the fire, sitting back and scrubbing sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"Oh, hey." He waves to the ginger. "Red Menace, right?"