Well, Izuku, for one, didn't know a lot about romance and whatnot. He was only a kid, he wasn't really expected to. Personally, Izuku doesn't think he's ever actually felt that way about someone. He'd be wrong, of course, he was just ... dense, but that was just how it seemed to him. Love seemed like a lot of responsibility, anyways. Izuku struggled enough with his own mental health, friends was pushing it, anything more would just. Kill him. Thanks. He had enough responsibilities.
Presently, Izuku had just been lounging about camp. He didn't have a lot else to do, after all -- being recently injured and blinded, at least for a little while, he's probably not really allowed out of camp. He tripped over stuff enough when he was in camp, he wasn't going to try to test his luck. However, this means that Izuku is close enough to hear Stark's call for a meet and greet. Izuku had seen the tiger about once or twice before he just -- vanished. Izuku did know his name, but he wasn't sure that was returned. So.
With this in mind, the feline slowly hauls himself to his paws. He stumbles a little, but quickly rights himself as he wanders about into the snow. He moves slowly, so he doesn't accidentally bump into someone, and finds the rest of his way when he hears another person, Melantha, say something or another Izuku just. Doesn't get. So he doesn't really worry about it, instead flopping into a sitting position somewhere nearby. He may not be sure how close or how far he may be, but what does it matter, honestly.
"Um, hi!" Izuku greets, momentarily opening his wing in what could probably count as a wave. He's, uh, not exactly sure where Stark is, but the currently blinded feline attempts to appear as though he's actually looking at Stark's face. He fails miserably, and it's very obvious, even with the bandanna over his eyes, for light sensitivity purposes. "I'm, um, Izuku!" From here, Izuku kind of struggles on what to say. Just an introduction is fine, of course, but it feels kind of awkward, at least on his part, especially when he can't actually see Stark. Not a clue as to literally anything that's going on, that's Izuku's problem right now.

☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend

Meet and greets used to stress Pierce the hell out. Pathetic, yeah, but at least he had okay reasoning behind it; he used to be terrified of giving people the wrong impression when they first met, like slipping up and accidentally offending them, or being too tentative and making them think he was a nervous wreck, or just being so quiet, they thought he was rude. He was, of course, none of those things, but first impressions were pretty important to him. Now, he'd calmed down a bit about it, so while he did still care quite a bit about giving off the right vibe when he first met someone, he tried not to stress out too much. Was that the lack of a big, important position, perhaps? Or maybe without his family he really didn't care? It was certainly possible that he'd just grown up, but Pierce didn't usually assume the best in himself. "Hey! My name's Pierce- I don't think we've met?" Well, that was pretty clear- he was pretty sure he'd remember someone like this guy. "I love your eyes, by the way," the serval would add with a kind smile. Eyes were always his go-to compliment, but it was always a genuine one, since, really, there was no way someone's eyes could not be pretty. Pierce tried not to stare at the thing in the other's chest, too, and though it was certainly... distracting, he liked to think he was doing a pretty good job of it.

"speech"

August had seen the little group of people crowding around the tiger, and it had caught his interest. While Pierce at least tried not to stare at the thing in Stark's chest, August didn't. His hazy gaze focused on it for at least a minute as he slowly walked over; he wanted to understand what it was, and usually looking at things for a long time seemed to help him. It didn't really help this time, but August wasn't bothered by it, because now he knew all the details that he could see of it.

The deer carefully stepped over Izuku as he moved closer, gaze dropping to the kid. "You might want to move a little bit closer." He didn't mean it to be unkind, but he realised it could come off as mean after he'd said it. Well, if the cat took offense, August could always just apologise. He turned his attention back to the tiger.

Getting close to a predator like this, especially a large cat who reminded August of the lion, was slowly starting to freak him out. The buck shook his head as if trying to make the thought fall off of it and stared at Stark as he moved a bit closer and then, in one big movement, flopped down. He was careful not to fall ontop of any of the group mates, especially the kitten; while the others probably wouldn't die from his full body weight ontop of them, the kitten probably would, and August was sure it wouldn't rise from the dead as he had.

"Hello."

"SPEECH"