Tony’s got no intention of explaining the evolution of his relationship with Pepper Potts, why they had broken up or how they’d gotten back together, or the fact that they are now engaged and had been actively planning a wedding right up until Bruce Banner stepped out of a hole in the air to hug him a little too tightly and give a name to the person Tony’d been dreaming about for years. He’s sure that Steve’s been through a lot too, probably happily galivanting across the globe like an international Robin Hood with his merry band of followers. He hadn’t kept up on Steve’s whereabouts, though he certainly could have, nor did he do much of anything after he’d gotten Steve’s letter and the phone save for putting Ross on hold or being in meetings whenever he came to the compound. His break with Steve had been devastating and, in a way, it had been what brought Tony back to Pepper.
Uncle Obi turned out to be seriously evil. He’d lost Bruce. Rhodey had nearly been killed. Steve had left him with a few broken ribs and a note that just left him more depressed than he had any right to be. And then the kid decided that he didn’t want to be an Avenger after all.
Proposing to Pepper seemed like the best way to keep someone in his life. And it gave him a reason to start a family of his own now, a biological family that might not just disappear into smoke and fire like his nightmares spelled out for him.
Ha. It had worked until Thanos decided to ruin everything.
Everything had been tense, but fine again with Steve until the idiot opened his God damned mouth. “Why would you hurt me? I’m your only hope, Leia,” he mutters, bristling even further. “Just sit down and strap in. The place might not be as empty as I thought. Scans aren’t revealing any heat signatures, but it’s designed to blanket them anyway. You know that already. You’ll have to tell me how you broke in some other time.”
But not this time. Now is not the time for catching up over a beer.
Tony sets the quinjet down without much care for stealth or quiet and heads towards the armor bay. The suits he keeps on hand aren’t as advanced as the nano-tech one Thanos smashed, but this one will do. He’s not about to head into the unknown unarmed.
At least no one tries to contact them or swarm them when they head out onto the landing deck. The smell of the ocean doesn’t hit Tony in his pressurized armor but Steve can smell it, and hear the choppy sea around them too. But that’s about it. It seems that they’re alone.
“Any intel on where confiscated gear is kept these days, Cap?”
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Uncle Obi turned out to be seriously evil. He’d lost Bruce. Rhodey had nearly been killed. Steve had left him with a few broken ribs and a note that just left him more depressed than he had any right to be. And then the kid decided that he didn’t want to be an Avenger after all.
Proposing to Pepper seemed like the best way to keep someone in his life. And it gave him a reason to start a family of his own now, a biological family that might not just disappear into smoke and fire like his nightmares spelled out for him.
Ha. It had worked until Thanos decided to ruin everything.
Everything had been tense, but fine again with Steve until the idiot opened his God damned mouth. “Why would you hurt me? I’m your only hope, Leia,” he mutters, bristling even further. “Just sit down and strap in. The place might not be as empty as I thought. Scans aren’t revealing any heat signatures, but it’s designed to blanket them anyway. You know that already. You’ll have to tell me how you broke in some other time.”
But not this time. Now is not the time for catching up over a beer.
Tony sets the quinjet down without much care for stealth or quiet and heads towards the armor bay. The suits he keeps on hand aren’t as advanced as the nano-tech one Thanos smashed, but this one will do. He’s not about to head into the unknown unarmed.
At least no one tries to contact them or swarm them when they head out onto the landing deck. The smell of the ocean doesn’t hit Tony in his pressurized armor but Steve can smell it, and hear the choppy sea around them too. But that’s about it. It seems that they’re alone.
“Any intel on where confiscated gear is kept these days, Cap?”