Steve’s blood has been a problem ever since he stepped out of the machine and into an assassination. It’s been on the black market. It’s been used to experiment on people. It’s created both the Hulk and the Abomination (in part, at least, due to serum synthetization). Steve’s blood is a problem. Tony knew that early on, when he’d been given the key to lockboxes and a cryptic message in his parents’ Will.
Howard probably had a good reason to patent Steve Rogers’ blood. Considering that he died over the serum, and had believed to his dying day that they’d find Steve Rogers eventually, it only made sense that he not only patented the technology used to created Captain America, but also the very thing that made Steve into a super soldier. How better to keep tabs on other governments and organizations also looking for the war hero? It had pinged on his radar when Bruce Banner had been just a scientist with an anger issue. And it pinged again when they brought Steve out of deep freeze. Tony hadn’t been surprised because he had known.
So yeah, Steve has every right to be scared of technology. And he has every right to believe that people like him would be considered Second-class Citizens. Technically, Steve Rogers is one because he’s not his own man.
Tony Stark, thanks to his father, owns the blond’s blood.
But he’s not drunk enough to say any of that. He’s too fixated on the other man’s eyes and the he passionately speaks. “So,” he says, zeroing in on the wrong parts of what Steve is saying here, “you didn’t like me because you thought I was cool and beautiful? I’ll take it.”
But there’s something else that Steve had brought up that Tont can’t just let linger.
He could end perfectly well on a flirty high note, but the guy has managed to be a masochist for entirely too long not to let the rest of Steve’s speech effect him. Tony leans back in the chair, contemplating getting another class of scotch. And he will. Shortly. “The road to hell is paved in good intentions, Rogers. And the one I’m on is a six lane highway.”
(Sounds good! I tend to borrow from SHIELD and the comics too. 😊 )
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Date: 2018-06-21 01:40 pm (UTC)Howard probably had a good reason to patent Steve Rogers’ blood. Considering that he died over the serum, and had believed to his dying day that they’d find Steve Rogers eventually, it only made sense that he not only patented the technology used to created Captain America, but also the very thing that made Steve into a super soldier. How better to keep tabs on other governments and organizations also looking for the war hero? It had pinged on his radar when Bruce Banner had been just a scientist with an anger issue. And it pinged again when they brought Steve out of deep freeze. Tony hadn’t been surprised because he had known.
So yeah, Steve has every right to be scared of technology. And he has every right to believe that people like him would be considered Second-class Citizens. Technically, Steve Rogers is one because he’s not his own man.
Tony Stark, thanks to his father, owns the blond’s blood.
But he’s not drunk enough to say any of that. He’s too fixated on the other man’s eyes and the he passionately speaks. “So,” he says, zeroing in on the wrong parts of what Steve is saying here, “you didn’t like me because you thought I was cool and beautiful? I’ll take it.”
But there’s something else that Steve had brought up that Tont can’t just let linger.
He could end perfectly well on a flirty high note, but the guy has managed to be a masochist for entirely too long not to let the rest of Steve’s speech effect him. Tony leans back in the chair, contemplating getting another class of scotch. And he will. Shortly. “The road to hell is paved in good intentions, Rogers. And the one I’m on is a six lane highway.”
(Sounds good! I tend to borrow from SHIELD and the comics too. 😊 )