Is it lucky they've run into one another so easily, or a disaster? Time will tell. In any case, Steve's pace slows slightly when he sees Tony, his eyes flick over his face, and his mouth opens and closes again. The red haze fades a little, but only a little. This Steve Rogers is younger than the one Tony has met. He's got less of a hand on his emotional volume controls. He's angry, rather than sad; confident, rather than guilt-ridden. He's still the same guy, for all that, but the older Steve would not sweep forward the way this one does, and more or less manhandle Tony into the nearest room with strength that seems like more than enough to embed him in the wall.
The room they end up in is, amusingly enough, a restroom. Unisex, ADA-compliant, very tidy, but probably not to Tony's liking nonetheless. "We need to talk," Steve tells him in a low, urgent voice. "I need to know what they told you."
Okay, he probably needs to offer a carrot as well as a stick. After half a second's thought, he adds, "I've just been in the cargo hold. There's weaponry down there that's obviously designed to make use of the Tesseract."
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Date: 2018-08-27 12:47 pm (UTC)The room they end up in is, amusingly enough, a restroom. Unisex, ADA-compliant, very tidy, but probably not to Tony's liking nonetheless. "We need to talk," Steve tells him in a low, urgent voice. "I need to know what they told you."
Okay, he probably needs to offer a carrot as well as a stick. After half a second's thought, he adds, "I've just been in the cargo hold. There's weaponry down there that's obviously designed to make use of the Tesseract."