Tony’s silent, using his eyes to enlarge and zoom in on the scene that had been playing in the corner of his vision from the security cameras in the Tower. He doesn’t like this conversation. He knew he never was going to like this conversation, not when Steve was dead, not after knowing SHIELD found him, not ever, but it’s almost too tense now.
The arc reactor is going to have to wait. Tony shoots out of the water, around a passing ferry boat, and shoots towards the Tower, unaware that he has a familiar set of eyes on him. The other Tony, still leaning against the car hood, takes that as his cue to start a count in his head to fifteen minutes. It should take about that long for Steve to get Tony out of the Tower and that’s enough time for him to make his way over.
“So where did you learn that kind of language? Are you catching up on a hundred years of history by watching procedural television shows?” Tony asks as he jets towards the landing platform on the edge of the Tower and heads towards a machine he lovingly calls his valet. Audible T, just like the Brits. It will remove the armor from him so that he can join Rogers in his sunken living room, without even needing to worry about a secure connection. In fact, he’s speedy enough to continue his line of conversation in person, looking so much younger than the man Steve is sleeping with. But just as cocky. “All of my lines are secure. SHIELD know that their pet is off leash? Or are there agents skulking in my Tower? Coulson?”
JARVIS assures him that they’re alone but Tony still looks behind the bar.
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The arc reactor is going to have to wait. Tony shoots out of the water, around a passing ferry boat, and shoots towards the Tower, unaware that he has a familiar set of eyes on him. The other Tony, still leaning against the car hood, takes that as his cue to start a count in his head to fifteen minutes. It should take about that long for Steve to get Tony out of the Tower and that’s enough time for him to make his way over.
“So where did you learn that kind of language? Are you catching up on a hundred years of history by watching procedural television shows?” Tony asks as he jets towards the landing platform on the edge of the Tower and heads towards a machine he lovingly calls his valet. Audible T, just like the Brits. It will remove the armor from him so that he can join Rogers in his sunken living room, without even needing to worry about a secure connection. In fact, he’s speedy enough to continue his line of conversation in person, looking so much younger than the man Steve is sleeping with. But just as cocky. “All of my lines are secure. SHIELD know that their pet is off leash? Or are there agents skulking in my Tower? Coulson?”
JARVIS assures him that they’re alone but Tony still looks behind the bar.