Stark Industries, Thursday

[imafuturist]

Consider Tony duly chastised for judging the weird gifts right before all of this happened. He'd take those back, thank you very much.

He'd even take back the candy rain that had messed up his generators! Anything to get back his (well, mostly intact) lab so he could just study whatever this was to put an end to it. And to get JARVIS back too.

He ran his hand over what looked like a repulsor burn on one of the walls as he investigated what was left of the place.

[open... business-ish?]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve came over, rubbing his fingers through his hair. "Did I miss a massive explosion last night?"

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"Explosion wouldn't do this," Tony replied, gesturing broadly at how worn and dilapidated his building was now.

Trust him. He was a scientist. And built weapons once upon a time.

[heroic_jawline]

"Explosion and about ten years might," Steve said, frowning. "Did we shift in time again?"

[imafuturist]

"Maybe," Tony granted him. "I don't have anything her to scan with, though. Not even my armor."

Other than that odd ping on his senses that felt like his armor only... a repeated litany of 'wrong' along with it.

[heroic_jawline]

"No wonder you look twitchy," Steve said with a tiny smile, then frowned in thought. "I'm gonna check on my shield."

Shush.

[imafuturist]

"I look twitchy because we have potentially time traveled to a dystopia!" And because he didn't have his armor.

Then muttered, "Bratty super soldiers." As he looked for anything usable to build with.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve returned with his shield, looking vastly more relieved.

"Should we go look around?"

[imafuturist]

And Tony... had a crowbar he'd found. Look, you needed to give him a few hours to build something here.

"I can't think of a worse plan," he replied cheerfully. "Let's go."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve looked at the crowbar. "You're really missing the suit, huh?"

[imafuturist]

Tony pointedly looked at the shield. "Glass houses, Captain."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Fine, good point." He glanced out at the weather. "Looks nasty out there."

[imafuturist]

"I'd look for an umbrella, but..." Tony glanced around at the mess that was once his shop.

He smothered those emotions with a quick smile as he headed for the, well, it was more a hole in the wall than doorway. "Just say 'Avengers Assemble' and you'll feel better," he suggested, giving Steve's wrist a reassuring squeeze as he passed.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Every time I've tried, I've gotten interrupted," he admitted.

[imafuturist]

"Sounds like some bad karma there," Tony teased, focus mostly on the street outside. There were noises, but they were strangely muffled by the fog. "Think it's tempting fate to try again now?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Probably, but I'm gonna try it anyway," Steve said, slinging his shield onto his arm. "Avengers A--"

[imafuturist]

There was a roar from down the street, heavy foot steps followed it even with the weird effect of the fog.

Tony looked from Steve to the direction where it came from to find that awful sense of his armor. "...oh, this is bad."

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"How bad?" Steve asked, raising his shield.

[imafuturist]

"I think that might be me," Tony said quietly, flanking Steve like he could totally help in a fight like this. He blinked through corrupted code in a effort to get access to it. Which, you know, was a tiny bit difficult when your opponent knew you intimately.

[heroic_jawline]

"Shit," Steve said, scanning the skies as well as he could in all the fog.

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There was a blur of red and blue flame overhead, moving past them. And then back the way it had come like it was looking for something.

It happened again before coming to a stop not too far away from where they were below on the street.

[imafuturist]

"Oh... kay," Tony replied, not actually seeing what was happening as he continued to focus. There might have very well been a bit of a nosebleed happening as he continued to work on shutting, well, himself down.

Okay, it definitely was bleeding now.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're bleeding," Steve pointed out, slightly worried. "And he hasn't even fired yet."

[imafuturist]

"I'm..." Tony said as the familiar whine of a repulsor began above them. "...trying."

Did he sound a little strained? He sounded a little strained. And distracted enough that he didn't even hear that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve shot him a worried look, then put his full attention to the...other Tony. He guessed. "Stark?" he called out. "You okay up there?"

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He was totally fine up in the sky! He hissed in what could possibly be a pleased fashion before blasting at their spot through the slight haze of the fog.

Thank you for confirming your position, Rogers.