“I agreed.” Since Tony was currently the only one there, he decided to speak up. Clint would just have to understand…and pace. The guy probably had family there. Tony didn’t know him well enough to know if that was a possibility, but it seemed that way. There were probably even kids involved. “But only have we do a full surface scan. I’m not sending you guys down there without knowing where everyone is first.” If there even were people there.
It was a sober approach to their home planet and Steve stood silently and at near attention as he watched Tony run his scans and watched Bucky help to compile them. The pair worked well together, he thought absently, when they weren’t at each other’s throats. He could heard a few words, like radiation and pollution and dead but he chose to block out the context for now until the pair were ready to issue a report.
By that time, Clint had returned and was standing beside him. Tony turned the chair around and a model of the planet came into existence in the space between the two sets of met. It revolved slowly as Tony seemed to manipulate the image with his hands. “Asia’s irradiated. So is Europe. There’s a storm that’s been raging for about a month now that’s actually managed to localize the nuclear fall out to the Eastern and Southern hemispheres. From what I can see, there’s a ground of people in the rural section of Pennsylvania and, Barton’s right, the Midwest is chock full of settlements. So is Canada, Iceland, and the northern parts of Scandinavia. The heat signatures aren’t exact but we’re looking at maybe ten thousand people in areas that we can safely get to and are likely to be healthy. It could be higher but… My guess is that the number of viable survivors is actually lower. We should start with small groups first. They’ll be easier to bring on board, feed, and be sympathetic. We’ll need numbers to convince the rest to come with us.”
"I need my uniform," Steve said bluntly. "That's in a museum right?"
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“I agreed.” Since Tony was currently the only one there, he decided to speak up. Clint would just have to understand…and pace. The guy probably had family there. Tony didn’t know him well enough to know if that was a possibility, but it seemed that way. There were probably even kids involved. “But only have we do a full surface scan. I’m not sending you guys down there without knowing where everyone is first.” If there even were people there.
It was a sober approach to their home planet and Steve stood silently and at near attention as he watched Tony run his scans and watched Bucky help to compile them. The pair worked well together, he thought absently, when they weren’t at each other’s throats. He could heard a few words, like radiation and pollution and dead but he chose to block out the context for now until the pair were ready to issue a report.
By that time, Clint had returned and was standing beside him. Tony turned the chair around and a model of the planet came into existence in the space between the two sets of met. It revolved slowly as Tony seemed to manipulate the image with his hands. “Asia’s irradiated. So is Europe. There’s a storm that’s been raging for about a month now that’s actually managed to localize the nuclear fall out to the Eastern and Southern hemispheres. From what I can see, there’s a ground of people in the rural section of Pennsylvania and, Barton’s right, the Midwest is chock full of settlements. So is Canada, Iceland, and the northern parts of Scandinavia. The heat signatures aren’t exact but we’re looking at maybe ten thousand people in areas that we can safely get to and are likely to be healthy. It could be higher but… My guess is that the number of viable survivors is actually lower. We should start with small groups first. They’ll be easier to bring on board, feed, and be sympathetic. We’ll need numbers to convince the rest to come with us.”
"I need my uniform," Steve said bluntly. "That's in a museum right?"