Tony Stark is characteristically hyperverbal. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_iron_man) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} avengers_logs, |
The elevator descent into the underground levels always felt like it needed some bad muzak, but everyone else had seemed content with uncomfortable bouts of silence. Tony never had been, so he was the guy who hummed a song in the elevator. There wasn't anyone else riding on the damn thing anyway. Lower levels had been locked off when he ended the Avengers and re-branded the entire place as a scientific research center. Manhattan seemed like it was ground zero for fail happening, and so it made more sense to hang out down there. The commute back and forth sucked as much as the elevator ride he was currently trying to hum his way through.
When the doors opened to the floor that Hulk was locked up on, he walked forward with the sort of confidence one would expect from a guy with a net worth of 12.4 billion, that flew around in an armored suit that was painted hot rod red. Inwardly he wasn't sure what to expect, or what he was trying to do. Getting Bruce to revert back out of his current state was a high priority in Tony's mind.
He got close enough to see a pillow land against the glass, kicked there courtesy of a giant green foot.
He casually leaned a shoulder against the thick glass and rapped a knuckle on it to get the big pacing guy's attention. There was already an open comm in and out, so it didn't feel so closed off and uncomfortably quiet in there.
"Hi!" he said, with cheerfulness that he didn't really feel as much on the inside. "First time meeting without me wearing a suit, or most of a suit. Weird. So, uhh, you doing ok there, big guy? Those pillows giving you problems?"