ᛏᛟᚾᛁ ᛋᛏᚨᚱᚲ (iron) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2016-02-10 16:46:00 |
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This had been an incredible week. The US election scene was getting scary. Beyoncé had dropped a new video and slayed at a Super Bowl that still thought Coldplay was relevant. And he, Tony Stark, had been abducted by aliens. Stark couldn't lie to himself. A few years back, blacking out and waking up in a park with no memory of what had happened or how he'd ended up there was a pretty typical, weekly occurrence. But more recently, things had settled down for him. The relationships in his life were stabilizing, and the responsibility of keeping the Avengers and an international, billion dollar business running and above board meant that he didn't have the same amount of time to dedicate to being irresponsible. All this to say that, if nothing else, he knew that waking up over forty miles from his penthouse was not his fault. He knew that something had to be going on, but he wasn't sure what. If HYDRA or some equally sinister organization had somehow managed to get him out of his house and scrub his security tapes, they wouldn't have left him in a park - that wasn't how a kidnapping worked. There was, he supposed, also the possibility of some Tesseract nonsense, but as far as he was aware, this hadn't happened to anyone else, and usually when the Tesseract was responsible many people experienced whatever plague it decided to deliver. Alien abduction was, probably, a bit of a stretch as far as theories go, Stark knew that. In a way, though -- he'd already done everything else. So why not? He'd drank with Norse Gods, fought off space invaders and built and destroyed and entire race of killer robots. One of his friends was a Hulk -- Breaking hard-fact science was Stark's speciality, and that's without even mentioning the fact he invented a Multi-Isotope Radio-Decay to keep his own heart from stopping. So why not? He really would have preferred if Steve had stayed out of it. He'd felt it was necessary to tell Rogers what was going on, but he wasn't super comfortable with Steve coming over to make sure he was all right. Tony's instinct was always to get Steve out of the line of fire, if he could help it. If there was something sinister happening here, he didn't want Rogers in any danger because he was. Still, with both Steve and Fox Mulder altered to the problem, maybe between the three of them they could figure out what was really going on. Tony glanced up at Rogers, who was poking at the espresso machine to make them both some new cups of coffee, and then he looked at his watch. Mulder should be here soon, and then they could all get down to business. "Having fun over there, Cap?" |