Evidently it was possible to admire and hate a person at the same time. Tony had never felt strongly about much in his life before that moment, but there was a simultaneous swelling of pride and loathing that he couldn’t quite get a grip on. He tried. As he laid in that sand and thought about the lives he had destroyed (because HYDRA would be all over his former employees tracking down whatever information they could) and about how much he missed having the rarely taken option of sleeping in his own bed, the cold air of night yanked him to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was to a nudge of his shoulder and Tony gravitated towards that touch in a way that made the other person pull back. Tony made some sort of annoyed sound but drifted partially back off until he heard a voice with a soft, not quite British twang at the edges. “Mr. Stark? Could you wake up now please?” Male. Now that wasn’t right....
Eyes opened immediately, Tony startled himself and the other man, sand kicked up by his quick reaction.
“Mohinder Suresh. I believe you called us?” He’d already met the Captain. Steve Rogers. It was a miracle to have done so but Mohinder didn’t believe his eyes or most of what he heard. He was here for a reason. He was here to be a scientist.
“Hail HYDRA?” Tony offered and Mohinder chuckled, white teeth flashing across caramel colored lips. He was a short man, Indian or Middle Eastern. He wore glasses. He seemed so non-threatening.
“Let’s hope not. I’ll need blood samples from you both.”
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Evidently it was possible to admire and hate a person at the same time. Tony had never felt strongly about much in his life before that moment, but there was a simultaneous swelling of pride and loathing that he couldn’t quite get a grip on. He tried. As he laid in that sand and thought about the lives he had destroyed (because HYDRA would be all over his former employees tracking down whatever information they could) and about how much he missed having the rarely taken option of sleeping in his own bed, the cold air of night yanked him to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was to a nudge of his shoulder and Tony gravitated towards that touch in a way that made the other person pull back. Tony made some sort of annoyed sound but drifted partially back off until he heard a voice with a soft, not quite British twang at the edges. “Mr. Stark? Could you wake up now please?” Male. Now that wasn’t right....
Eyes opened immediately, Tony startled himself and the other man, sand kicked up by his quick reaction.
“Mohinder Suresh. I believe you called us?” He’d already met the Captain. Steve Rogers. It was a miracle to have done so but Mohinder didn’t believe his eyes or most of what he heard. He was here for a reason. He was here to be a scientist.
“Hail HYDRA?” Tony offered and Mohinder chuckled, white teeth flashing across caramel colored lips. He was a short man, Indian or Middle Eastern. He wore glasses. He seemed so non-threatening.
“Let’s hope not. I’ll need blood samples from you both.”