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starkingenuityIt might seem counterintuitive for the most connected person on the planet to be the last to know something is happening, but when Tony Stark is working, Hell could swallow the world up and he would make an off handed, disinterested remark that he would have to check the AC. Up in his hi-tech Tower, where he had meant to spend the week finishing up boxing the more precious pieces of unfinished projects, Tony had gotten himself caught procrastinating the only way a man like him is capable of procrastinating: by rebuilding hardware to help him finish a gadget rather than packing that gadget away.
FRIDAY had already been installed in the compound Upstate, though she never left his back pocket really. Tony didn’t hear her alerting him, therefore, when people started dying. How could he with the sound of heavy metal playing and the grinder in his hands?
Tony had stayed in his mostly disassembled, partly reassembled lab for thirty-two hours before deciding he was hungry enough to stop making do with granola bars and dried fruit and call in some pizza.
The alerts on his phone are terrifying when he finally sees them. The number of missed calls leave his mouth dry.
Despite everything, Tony’s first thought is to call Steve Rogers of all people, even before he puts the armor back on. He has no idea that Captain America fell with the rest of the country he loved hours ago.
FRIDAY had already been installed in the compound Upstate, though she never left his back pocket really. Tony didn’t hear her alerting him, therefore, when people started dying. How could he with the sound of heavy metal playing and the grinder in his hands?
Tony had stayed in his mostly disassembled, partly reassembled lab for thirty-two hours before deciding he was hungry enough to stop making do with granola bars and dried fruit and call in some pizza.
The alerts on his phone are terrifying when he finally sees them. The number of missed calls leave his mouth dry.
Despite everything, Tony’s first thought is to call Steve Rogers of all people, even before he puts the armor back on. He has no idea that Captain America fell with the rest of the country he loved hours ago.
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Date: 2025-11-01 05:55 pm (UTC)He scans the screen for heat signatures, about to ask why he can't see Tony, when FRIDAY speaks up again. "That's creepy," he mutters, and he definitely means both that Tony doesn't show up, and that she knew exactly what he was going to ask.
"I don't see any heat signatures. Or... anything else," he tells Tony, then flies back over to him to help with the quinjet salvage mission. He clears more debris from the side of the jet, then comes to help remove the melting metal.
"This thing looks pretty damaged."
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Date: 2025-11-01 06:53 pm (UTC)She confirms it’s safe, at least from collapse, and will be able to take their weight once inside. Good enough for him.
“Go slow. The armor is loud if you don’t ease into each step. Let’s not try to rouse suspicion. No lights.” The armor will put up a wire display for Barnes. It looks like a video game in his helmet.
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Date: 2025-11-01 09:17 pm (UTC)He goes slow, pushing the panel in, then hesitates as he sees everything on the screen. He's never played a video game before. "What am I looking at? Do you know what to do with this?"
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Date: 2025-11-02 11:20 am (UTC)The hallway in front of them is meshed in green. The utility box is orange, the edges visible to avoid tripping. Iron Man stands out on blue as a humanoid shape.
“Don’t move your head quickly or the image will distort too badly.”
So far, though, everything looks normal. The damage outside the quinjet did not make it to the interior.
“If anyone is here, it’ll be at the cockpit.”