Who: Tony Stark When: Backdated - one week earlier Where: His private office, Stark Industries What: Reads his email. And gets excited, little kid style.
Tony sat in his office, head tilted against the high back of his chair, eyes wide. He stared at the screen in front of him, the email still laying open against his desktop.
Stark,
Operation: Rebirth 2 is go. He's conscious, responsive, and completely unready for visitors. If you plan on coming, give him a week at least.
That is, to say, your donations in funding this project are greatly appreciated. It's just a matter of keeping him calm. So don't come walking into S.H.I.E.L.D in that suit of yours.
Fury.
He grinned to himself, slowly, privately. Barely a week had passed since his scouting team has found the frozen body of Steve Rogers in solid waters of the Arctic, never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would be so quickly thawed. And responsive? He could talk to him. He could actually Talk To Captain America.
But there was more than that. He leaned to the side, unlocking and sliding open a slim drawer. He took out a small slip of plastic, protecting an aged, flimsy Captain America collectors card.
It was more than that. Every boy wanted to meet his hero. Tony Stark would get to stand alongside his.