Normally in horror movies, the pretty girl about to get slashed runs up the stairs like a moron, trapping herself away from the path needed to get to safety and invariably putting the deranged murderer between that path and herself. They might be going in the opposite direction right now, but they’re doing the same damned thing. He blames that on Steve’s inherent prettiness, despite the lumberjack-hobo offspring he’s currently pretending he is. Of course, even his beard is soft and luxurious, and Tony knows this because he can feel it from time to time on the stretch of skin between the riding up/falling towards his armpits shirt he’s wearing and the edge of his jeans. It’s disconcerting and jealous inducing, but Tony’s mind snaps back to the task at hand.
Suit. Quantum manipulation device. Survive to alter it.
As they hurry down that narrow corridor, Tony shields his head with his hands. The ceilings are low and up on Steve”/ shoulder, he’s pretty high. Of course, his head isn’t the highest portion of his body now and his lower back does just clear the overhead piping, but humans often react protectively of their most important parts and despite what magazine journalists often claim, he is indeed human.
By the time Steve sets him down, only a few moments have fully passed. Steve moves fast and Tony needs a few moments to really get his bearings again.
“The quintet is on lockdown the moment I leave it. The ones we use all require vocal authorization. Too many teenagers taking joy rides.” So it’s safe, short of being shoved into the ocean or pulled apart. That’s not all too comforting really.
Tony brushes himself off and stalks into the darkness. He’d managed to get a few systems working in the control room but emergency lights aren’t known for their brightness and he has to squint. There are storage lockers all along the walls here, most with keypad or scanning locks. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem but they’re on borrowed time with a barely stoppable creature upstairs.
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Suit. Quantum manipulation device. Survive to alter it.
As they hurry down that narrow corridor, Tony shields his head with his hands. The ceilings are low and up on Steve”/ shoulder, he’s pretty high. Of course, his head isn’t the highest portion of his body now and his lower back does just clear the overhead piping, but humans often react protectively of their most important parts and despite what magazine journalists often claim, he is indeed human.
By the time Steve sets him down, only a few moments have fully passed. Steve moves fast and Tony needs a few moments to really get his bearings again.
“The quintet is on lockdown the moment I leave it. The ones we use all require vocal authorization. Too many teenagers taking joy rides.” So it’s safe, short of being shoved into the ocean or pulled apart. That’s not all too comforting really.
Tony brushes himself off and stalks into the darkness. He’d managed to get a few systems working in the control room but emergency lights aren’t known for their brightness and he has to squint. There are storage lockers all along the walls here, most with keypad or scanning locks. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem but they’re on borrowed time with a barely stoppable creature upstairs.