iron man's number is (atomic26) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-23 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, bruce banner, bucky barnes, tony stark |
log: bullets and the brainwashed
Who: Tony, Bruce, Bucky, and later possibly Steve.
What: De-bulletizing the angry brainwashed 1/3 metal man
When: Very recently.
Rating: Very safe, probably, nobody even swears much. You could play this on your Disney Infinity 2.0. I was wrong. Tony hates brainwashing.
From the air, the dark facility looked much like its surroundings: caterpillar curves of rectangular rooftops and a strings of streetlights, the rare glint of a skylight. Iron Man had the benefit of countless satellites that could orient him in complete darkness, but of course to his passenger, they were descending toward a massive shadow set in a swirling vortex of light. They were going so quickly that much of the heat generated by the suit for Bruce's benefit was being swept away by the winter air cutting back toward them as he adjusted with unexpected spurts of stabilizers along his ribs and shoulders.
Tony, his thoughts elsewhere after the brief exchange with the doctor in his arms, didn't think to warn his passenger of the descent except to say, "Put your seat and your trays up," when they were already gaining speed halfway through the plummet. They headed down into the pitch black, and the suit went very dark. The accelerators in his boots flared a subtle blue instead of yellow, and the armor seemed to take on still more of the darkness into its matte finish. When the velocity made both of them temporarily weightless, he pulled up and the two of them zipped into someone's backyard. Tony left scorchmarks on the porch.
He set Bruce onto his feet and steadied him. "You okay? We're going in here." He indicated the back door of a standard-out-of-the-box suburban home, unlit. Through the window one could make out the looming shape of a refrigerator and the glint of an unused kitchen sink.