“We need,” Tony corrects, already riffling through the closest locker and shutting it when he discovers nothing of use. He has no reason to be a thief and no time to satisfy his curiosity about the sorts of things that the Raft might have in it’s compartmentalized vaults. He does, however, have time to remind Steve that they’re in this together before he goes off to use eyes with probably the best sight possible for a human to made sure that something big, red and ugly isn’t slithering down the hallway in the direction they had fled from.
It’s going to take some time, he realizes almost immediately, to find what he needs. The whole thing is incredibly annoying and Tony isn’t known for his patience.
A few things do land on the floor as he’s working through the mounds and mounds of confiscated items. Wilson’s wings, for instance. He doesn’t know if Steve will want them back and he assumes that Sam had managed to get his hands on the upgrades Tony had made during his absence. There had been several bays at the compound that were missing doors and Tony just assumes that was Rhodey’s doing.
Good. Better use the stuff than just leave it holed up in Tony’s sad little mausoleum for the team that picked Steve’s side.
It’s coming on ten minutes when Tony finally gets to Pym’s suit, but he’s too busy messing with it to let Steve know. Fortunately, he doesn’t really have to. Not when he hears a roar painfully close by. “Rogers?!”
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“We need,” Tony corrects, already riffling through the closest locker and shutting it when he discovers nothing of use. He has no reason to be a thief and no time to satisfy his curiosity about the sorts of things that the Raft might have in it’s compartmentalized vaults. He does, however, have time to remind Steve that they’re in this together before he goes off to use eyes with probably the best sight possible for a human to made sure that something big, red and ugly isn’t slithering down the hallway in the direction they had fled from.
It’s going to take some time, he realizes almost immediately, to find what he needs. The whole thing is incredibly annoying and Tony isn’t known for his patience.
A few things do land on the floor as he’s working through the mounds and mounds of confiscated items. Wilson’s wings, for instance. He doesn’t know if Steve will want them back and he assumes that Sam had managed to get his hands on the upgrades Tony had made during his absence. There had been several bays at the compound that were missing doors and Tony just assumes that was Rhodey’s doing.
Good. Better use the stuff than just leave it holed up in Tony’s sad little mausoleum for the team that picked Steve’s side.
It’s coming on ten minutes when Tony finally gets to Pym’s suit, but he’s too busy messing with it to let Steve know. Fortunately, he doesn’t really have to. Not when he hears a roar painfully close by. “Rogers?!”