Just barely holding his tongue, Tony internalizes a comment about putting the ‘arm’ in ‘arms.’ He vaguely recalls mention of a tree person being recently dead and joking over anyone whose fate had been decided in a cosmic coin flip is something even Tony won’t do on his most tasteless day. Getting along is a priority, because their chances of success are incalculable. In the engineer’s book, that skews them towards the notch right about Impossible on the scale of probability. Banner had suggested that there was no telling if opening up the quantum level of reality would do anything more than create a black hole and end their neck of the woods the moment Tony pressed the button.
They had all immediately decided not to bring up the potential. Either they attempted to Avenge their colleagues or they go about rebuilding.
‘Rebuilding’ had more or less been thrown off the list with pitchforks and torches.
With Steve grasping the axe, Tony leaves the room. Rocket jumps off of the table to follow and the rest filter out behind them, Thor taking up the rear. There’s more conversation on the way out to the lawn, mostly voices raising questions that couldn’t be answered fully, and though Rhodey does attempt to dissuade Tony from this course of action, Tony can do nothing but hug him. It lasts too long (though it’s no where near the embrace they had shared when Rhodey found him wandering around the wilderness in Afghanistan) and when Rhodey pulls back, there’s a heartbroken look on his face from whatever it was that Tony had whispered against his ear.
Waiting for the group is a set of armor much larger than the Iron Man power suit that they’re all used to. This one is jet black with navy accents and a shadow embossed star surrounded by three concentric rings on the chest radiating from the arc reactor set within the metal. It’s obviously made to Steve’s specifications. Tony had been busy over the years.
He pulls the prototype of the nanotech reactor from his pocket and slips it around his neck. One touch and a more familiar armor forms around him. “Banner?” Tony’s voice is metallic, projected from the helmet as FRIDAY boots up the HUD. “You’ve got the tether cord?”
The scientist holds up a short piece of rectangular plating with clamps meant to attach one reactor to the other. Part of Scott’s suit has been welded to the center.
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They had all immediately decided not to bring up the potential. Either they attempted to Avenge their colleagues or they go about rebuilding.
‘Rebuilding’ had more or less been thrown off the list with pitchforks and torches.
With Steve grasping the axe, Tony leaves the room. Rocket jumps off of the table to follow and the rest filter out behind them, Thor taking up the rear. There’s more conversation on the way out to the lawn, mostly voices raising questions that couldn’t be answered fully, and though Rhodey does attempt to dissuade Tony from this course of action, Tony can do nothing but hug him. It lasts too long (though it’s no where near the embrace they had shared when Rhodey found him wandering around the wilderness in Afghanistan) and when Rhodey pulls back, there’s a heartbroken look on his face from whatever it was that Tony had whispered against his ear.
Waiting for the group is a set of armor much larger than the Iron Man power suit that they’re all used to. This one is jet black with navy accents and a shadow embossed star surrounded by three concentric rings on the chest radiating from the arc reactor set within the metal. It’s obviously made to Steve’s specifications. Tony had been busy over the years.
He pulls the prototype of the nanotech reactor from his pocket and slips it around his neck. One touch and a more familiar armor forms around him. “Banner?” Tony’s voice is metallic, projected from the helmet as FRIDAY boots up the HUD. “You’ve got the tether cord?”
The scientist holds up a short piece of rectangular plating with clamps meant to attach one reactor to the other. Part of Scott’s suit has been welded to the center.
“Then we’re good to go.”