Re: log: Tony's Super Secret Facility
In the privacy of suit and helmet, Tony was inspecting Bucky in other ways, analyzing the crude software and the Soviet-era power system, assessing the various types of damage on the arm and the resulting patches. Abruptly, when Bruce was nearly mid-sentence, Tony took a step forward, metal slithering on the concrete. He adjusted his view and leaned a little closer toward Bucky’s head, getting a better view. Biometrics were coming in on the flecks of pupils and pictures of brain activity, little explosions of white fireworks on the HUD. Tony muttered at JARVIS, interacting back and forth and adjusting some of the tracking.
Tony did an expert job of hiding his deep disturbance at the contrast between body, brain, and man.
“What’s significant about the data on the servers?” Tony had isolated his systems after the download, avoiding satellite uplink and taking the precaution of dialing back even his navigation systems. He’d brought himself and Bruce here purely on memory. Best not to tell the doctor.
“Also I would appreciate it if you,” a metal finger pointed at Bucky’s face as soon as the man returned to the present, “stopped running long enough to talk to Steve. Though I noticed the body count was nil on this one. Why is that?” The blue glow of the lines criss-crossing Tony’s mask gleamed intently down at the soldier. He watched Bucky’s endocrine system to make sure that he was prepared for anything the soldier might do, because he knew, perhaps, more than the rest of them, that he wasn’t dealing with just one man.