“Its yours. You puke in it, you clean it up,” is all that Tony says, hands slipping into his pockets as the reactor worn around his neck glows slightly. It’s almost as if FRIDAY, whose server is currently hosted in the device, is laughing.
His eyes trail up the façade slowly. He might not appreciate the opiate of the masses, but he has to admit, sometimes the architecture is stunning. This thing has been here for almost a hundred years.
Sort of like Steve himself.
About to ask why they’re here, Steve manages to answer him with a gesture. At least that answered Tony’s question about Steve’s affiliation. Evidently, the Captain had been visiting this place after he had been defrosted. Some people have unshakable faith. Even if they’ve decided to stark a lockpicking side gig. Tony has a multitool for standard B and E, not that he ever needs to use it of course, given his name and his face, but he doesn’t offer to do the dirty work today and admires instead how agile Steve’s fingers can be.
Must be all of that drawing.
It’s cooler inside the building than it is outside. Stone will do that for a space, keeping in the cold even on warm days. “April 30th. Five days before the invasion,” Tony murmurs, his already soft voice even softer. He might not be a believer, but the building still imposes itself upon him.
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His eyes trail up the façade slowly. He might not appreciate the opiate of the masses, but he has to admit, sometimes the architecture is stunning. This thing has been here for almost a hundred years.
Sort of like Steve himself.
About to ask why they’re here, Steve manages to answer him with a gesture. At least that answered Tony’s question about Steve’s affiliation. Evidently, the Captain had been visiting this place after he had been defrosted. Some people have unshakable faith. Even if they’ve decided to stark a lockpicking side gig. Tony has a multitool for standard B and E, not that he ever needs to use it of course, given his name and his face, but he doesn’t offer to do the dirty work today and admires instead how agile Steve’s fingers can be.
Must be all of that drawing.
It’s cooler inside the building than it is outside. Stone will do that for a space, keeping in the cold even on warm days. “April 30th. Five days before the invasion,” Tony murmurs, his already soft voice even softer. He might not be a believer, but the building still imposes itself upon him.