Tony’s first reaction is to deny everyone. He doesn’t need the help. It’s not something necessary for him. A few satellite images and a tactical capture, test and release somewhere harmless is easy for a guy like him. These people all seemed hellbent on staying with him, though, and as much as it makes him roll his eyes, Tony finally agrees to it.
“You’ve got a spare room I could set up in?” Tony asks, pulling the laptop out of his shoulder bag. He needs to recode some satellites to track big, lumbering dogs in Brooklyn. His Shareholders are gonna love that.
Once Tony has gone off to do his work, Steve sits back down across from where Bruce is packing some of his own things up. “Do you think you can stop it? What’s happening to me? Maybe reverse it?”
Steve is okay with his body the way it’s always been. This one is better, but this one feels so wrong.
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“You’ve got a spare room I could set up in?” Tony asks, pulling the laptop out of his shoulder bag. He needs to recode some satellites to track big, lumbering dogs in Brooklyn. His Shareholders are gonna love that.
Once Tony has gone off to do his work, Steve sits back down across from where Bruce is packing some of his own things up. “Do you think you can stop it? What’s happening to me? Maybe reverse it?”
Steve is okay with his body the way it’s always been. This one is better, but this one feels so wrong.