Marvel: My Way's Journal

Wrong Balcony
If Steve Rogers knows anything, it's how to sneak into tall buildings.

Lots of ledges and convenient handholds to climb with, and I carry suction cups and grapples for the glass buildings. Plus, Tony wants it to be easy to get to his penthouse, at least for me.

Of course, "easy" for a Super-Soldier isn't necessarily the same for everyone else. Still, it's a surprise to Steve when after what only feels like about three or four floors' worth of climbing, he reaches the balcony with the tall bay window that signifies Tony Stark's penthouse suite.

Huh. That was fast; I didn't think I'd worked out that much.

Not thinking much of it, Steve hops up onto the balcony and crosses to the glass double-doors. He notices the curtains with some interest. White and translucent? Tony's are usually red velvet and opaque...the better for mood lighting, he says.

Still, he rationalizes, maybe the billionaire's developed an exhibitionist streak. Kinky, he thinks with a smirk as he pulls the ornate handle and steps into the room.

"...Tony?"

Almost before he closes the door behind him, he notices something's wrong. The room is decorated expensively, but not as over-the-top decadent as Tony usually prefers to go. In fact, it's almost utilitarian. Rubbing the back of his head, he looks around, seeing nothing familiar, nor any sign of who the room belongs to.

Damn. Wrong balcony after all. Just need to climb a few floors higher...

But as he turns back to the balcony to leave, he stops dead in his tracks.

Where'd Manhattan go?!

Instead of skyscrapers and city streets, a huge, well-manicured lawn and a forested lake greet his eyes. He's staring out of one of the spare bedrooms of someone's mansion, rather than the penthouse suite of his former teammate.

Even the balcony itself looks completely different. Steve puts a hand to his forehead in disbelief, shaking his head.

"And I thought tonight was going to be fun..."

Where the hell am I?!

Current Mood: confused