John's jaw set, harsh, stubborn. Anyone looking at that face would see that this wasn't about being an idiot, or proving himself. John isn't used to having people question his abilities - his mother may not like him to do much of anything, but she never talked to him like he didn't know what he was doing. John had known all his life what he was doing.

"The information's here," he said. He paused. "If you hadn't been what you are you wouldn't have noticed until I was gone."

The words what you are came out of John's mouth before he could register them. Meta. Not human. That was John's first mistake. A lot of people in the City weren't, but John should have known that Tony Stark would be. The assumption came because in John's own skewed perspective, he shouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing.