There’s a huge sting in his chest from Steve’s words, and Tony turns away from the darker haired blond before any of that can register on his face. It’s easier to deal with Steve at an arm’s length and Tony intends to keep him at least that far away. He’d be utterly offended if he knew that Steve thought he might attack him (Steve had never been the subject of murderous intent, and Tony had never been prepared to actually kill Rogers to get to his mother’s murderer, or he would have shot him in the face with a palm repulsor when he had been certain that shield was about to disconnect his head from his shoulders). Thankfully, no one here is a mind reader and the two people closest to that title that he had ever met were now dust.
Tony makes no comment about Steve needing to talk to him, he doesn’t re-acknowledge the fact that he too would like to have some words delivered in short, jabbing, angry bursts. Their cards are on the table, played face down, and Tony has no idea if either will be left alive after this idiocy to see who will win the pool.
“FRIDAY, do you have an ETA on that list?” Tony’s hands are on both of his hips now, head bowed slightly as he examines the toe of his sneaker. He needs to change, badly, but there’s no time. He wasted it listening to angry voice mails from Peter’s real parent.
“Negative, Boss. Less than a day, more than half of one,” FRIDAY drolls. “Still no sign of Ms. Potts.”
Tony hadn’t asked her to, specifically, locate Pepper, but he hadn’t had to. Tony flinches and turns back towards Steve to lead the way out of his house. “She’s the only one you interrupt me for,” Tony growls under his breath. “When you find her.”
“Yes, Boss.”
They’ll take a quinjet this time and though Tony loathes to be stuck anywhere with Steve Rogers, they have work to do. Work that doesn’t involve talking and work that really shouldn’t involve either of them moving into one another’s space. The moment the blond does, however, such as when he glances over Tony’s shoulder as they near the Raft, the engineer immediately prickles. His breathing changes, the hair on his neck stands up and his heart thuds in his chest.
It’s nothing he can hide from a supersoldier, as much as it shames him.
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Date: 2018-05-31 02:05 pm (UTC)Tony makes no comment about Steve needing to talk to him, he doesn’t re-acknowledge the fact that he too would like to have some words delivered in short, jabbing, angry bursts. Their cards are on the table, played face down, and Tony has no idea if either will be left alive after this idiocy to see who will win the pool.
“FRIDAY, do you have an ETA on that list?” Tony’s hands are on both of his hips now, head bowed slightly as he examines the toe of his sneaker. He needs to change, badly, but there’s no time. He wasted it listening to angry voice mails from Peter’s real parent.
“Negative, Boss. Less than a day, more than half of one,” FRIDAY drolls. “Still no sign of Ms. Potts.”
Tony hadn’t asked her to, specifically, locate Pepper, but he hadn’t had to. Tony flinches and turns back towards Steve to lead the way out of his house. “She’s the only one you interrupt me for,” Tony growls under his breath. “When you find her.”
“Yes, Boss.”
They’ll take a quinjet this time and though Tony loathes to be stuck anywhere with Steve Rogers, they have work to do. Work that doesn’t involve talking and work that really shouldn’t involve either of them moving into one another’s space. The moment the blond does, however, such as when he glances over Tony’s shoulder as they near the Raft, the engineer immediately prickles. His breathing changes, the hair on his neck stands up and his heart thuds in his chest.
It’s nothing he can hide from a supersoldier, as much as it shames him.