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"Four o'clock, Rogers, three stories up. Looks like he's spotted you."
Tony swoops in, coming to a hover. He can't see the likely sniper Natasha's called, but he does have eyes on the Captain. "Whoa," Tony intones with a little surprise as humanly possible. Negative surprise. "You mean he was able spot him despite being cleverly disguised as an overly patriotic fourth of July firework display?"
"You're one to talk, Stark." Tony's is too far to hear the bullet, but he can gauge the trajectory based on Steve's quick response and of course some of the worlds most advanced computer systems built right into his helmet.
"Hey, the red and gold is a classic combination." Even with a turret between them Tony manages to pinpoint the HYDRA agent's exact position, now it's just a matter of taking him out with a little effort as possible. "Watch yourself, Cap." Tony stretches out his hand, sending a very precisely aimed repulsor blast right at Steve's pretty face.
He has to give it to the good Captain, for like a ninety year old veteran who spent the majority of his life sleeping off WWII, the man still has plenty of fight left in him. He doesn't even hesitate in flipping himself back out of the way, angling his shield to give the blast the perfect set up for a ricochet hit. Honestly, kinda comes off as being needlessly showy but, well, the guy does back flips in tights. Doesn't exactly take a professional to make that diagnosis,
"I believe that's one more for me," Tony points out, coming down in a slow decent until he's just around roof level. "Are we still keeping track, 'cause I believe that has me at a fairly substantial lead."
"It was not you who aimed the final blow." After having spent the last few months with these people, tracking down and dismantling HYDRA cells all over the world, Tony's actually had to start getting to know them and, you know, turns out that Thor's not so bad after all. Hell of a guy to have around at a party, tell you that much. Still, something about the accent flips this automatic response. He actually can't stop himself from rolling his eyes, it's like some kind of physical impossibility.
Speaking of showing off, Thor just happens to land on the roof with a hard, heavy impact that leaves his cape billowing in wind Tony is pretty sure he brings along with him solely for that purpose. Yes, no, Tony's tried explaining how here on this planet, speaking on behalf of all Earth's people, capes were only allowed to be worn by small children on Halloween and the sort of "princes" that have multiple platinum records on their wall and even that one has been pushing his luck since the 80s ended. "I believe it is what you Midgardians would call an assist," Thor jokes, and Tony can tell it's a joke because he shares a smirk with Peter Pan down there on the ground.
It's something Tony's made fun of about Steve before, but the man can never just stand there, he always looks like he's posed like he's on one of those old 40s propaganda poster with his hands on his hips and his manly square jaw jutting out as he looks meaningfully at an American flag while wearing an American flag (Oh, yes, Tony's seen the posters). It's not exactly subtle, and this is coming from some one who had to look the word up to remember what it even was.
There had been a time when Tony hung out at mansions with the world's fashion elite. Now he spends his Thursdays at supposedly abandoned castles buries deep in the mountains of Italy with Captain Retro and pretty boys in capes. Really, his life hasn't changed all that much. Well, except for hunting down some neo-nazi cult that had been secretly infesting their government for over 50 years. But that's sort of a given.
"Hey, um, Doctor Banner, I'm going to need you to come down here." Tony turns his head to stare up into what looks like a patch of blue sky, but if you look at it with the sun just so - or, again, if you have one kick-as built in computer system with all the latest detection gadgets a billionaire genius can provide, which is about all of them - you'd notice the giant quinjet sitting just overhead.
Every other voice comes out of the Stark supplied Bluetooth system so clear you couldn't tell that person isn't standing right next to you - well, except for Thor who seems to believe for the transmitter to work he has to use that huge, booming voice of his so that you could always tell where the (second) big guy is. The bigger guy, though, preferred staying small instead of coming out to play, and to really make the point that he isn't setting foot outside of the quinjet unless "absolutely unavoidable" he refused to wear a simple headset. As a result you could always tell when Bruce was about to speak since the first thing you'd hear is the static of him switching on his hand held (which, honestly, Tony is shocked they even still make I mean how out of date is that?) "Tony, what have I-"
"We need you to have a look at the body," Tony cuts him off, having already heard this speech and Bruce is going to ruin his joke if he gives it now. Is that what Bruce wants? To ruin Tony's joke? "We need to be sure what killed him: was it good old fashion American values or, I don't know, some sort of laser to the face?"
"It was an arrow to the back of his neck, put there while the two of you were busy flirting."
"Oh, hey Barton, there you are. We've.... totally been looking for you and not at all forgot that we even brought you along." Steve gives Tony what he guess is suppose to be a harsh look? Only it doesn't work since for once in a long time, Steve seems to be in a fairly good mood. That seems to be happening more and more recently. Must be all the nazi-hunting; that's probably the Captain America equivalent to a fun night out.
"Right, because ideally I would paint myself to look like a target and make enough noise to warn them at the next base over." Just like that Barton appeared right over Tony's shoulder. It actually made him jump a little, not that you could tell with the suit, and not that he'd ever let Barton have the satisfaction of knowing.
"Hey, now, do I go around threatening to steal your purple robin hood thing?"
"Stark." Now that was Cap's down to business voice. He's good at it, too; makes even Tony want to jump to attention, and the closest Tony ever got to the military -- actually, he use to be pretty close with them, but the only time he ever saluted had been when they were passing the check. "You, Romanoff, and Banner establish a perimeter. Thor, Barton and I will take the inside."
"Aye, aye, Captain." Not that Steven actually gets the reference, but Tony catches Hawkeye smirking as he goes to the edge of the roof, somehow finding a route to jump, slide, and climb his way down to Steve. Thor just went with a good old jump, splitting the stone where his fist hits the ground because of course. See, this is why Tony is always rolling his eyes.
So what to do while the three of them went in and did all the hard superheroing work, hmm?
Well, if you're Tony, the answer there seems pretty obvious. Despite all the sensors in his helmet, Tony slows and gets a little more careful once he's up in the air and close to the shielded quinjet. Don't want to scratch up those camo-plates. Apparently 'Tasha trusts him about as much as none, because the second Tony is anywhere close to "her" ride, the whole surface shimmers and folds back, revealing the fully visible quinjet just hanging silently in the air. You wouldn't believe how protective Romanoff could get over that jet. What's the worst Stark could do? Okay, sure, but he had fixed it later, and besides, it's not like he couldn't just buy her a new one if it HAD blown apart.
There's a chance she did it just so Tony could see her keeping an eye on him. Like he needed perfect visibility to know that.
"You heard the captain's orders, Bruce, might as well come out now and help me establish a perimeter." All at once Tony had three different people, including the captain himself, shooting that idea down as "not what he meant". Jesus, did they only get around to inventing a sense of fun after 1946? "Oh, come on, buddy." Hard to say why but Tony's decided it's his job to get Bruce to open up more, let himself loose every now and then. It can't be healthy always being so tense and in control. Kind of makes Tony want a drink just thinking about it. "Don't tell me you didn't have fun last time."
Bruce shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't even know what Tony is talking about. Bruce is a terrible liar. "I'm just here for moral support. Back up moral support." So that is what they're calling the giant green ball of smashing now? Moral support? Now Tony knows he doesn't have the strongest moral center but that seems a little the excessive side.
Tony makes a point to sigh heavily, arms crossed over his chest as he looks in at Bruce. They probably make quite the sight from the ground; a single man in a metal suit staring down this giant, heavily armed jet like it was nothing more than a stubborn old cat. Assuming any HYDRA members had a sense of humor about this kind of thing, oh, and were still alive to see it. "Are you waiting for your big hero moment again, is that it?" Bruce is shaking his head and probably protesting but he's not turned his hand held on so Tony can't actually hear him, not that he needs to. They've been doing this routine for a while and, sure, he can actually feel Natasha's glare burning through his suit which is quite impressive by the way, given the heat shields he's built into this new Mark.
Tony swoops in, coming to a hover. He can't see the likely sniper Natasha's called, but he does have eyes on the Captain. "Whoa," Tony intones with a little surprise as humanly possible. Negative surprise. "You mean he was able spot him despite being cleverly disguised as an overly patriotic fourth of July firework display?"
"You're one to talk, Stark." Tony's is too far to hear the bullet, but he can gauge the trajectory based on Steve's quick response and of course some of the worlds most advanced computer systems built right into his helmet.
"Hey, the red and gold is a classic combination." Even with a turret between them Tony manages to pinpoint the HYDRA agent's exact position, now it's just a matter of taking him out with a little effort as possible. "Watch yourself, Cap." Tony stretches out his hand, sending a very precisely aimed repulsor blast right at Steve's pretty face.
He has to give it to the good Captain, for like a ninety year old veteran who spent the majority of his life sleeping off WWII, the man still has plenty of fight left in him. He doesn't even hesitate in flipping himself back out of the way, angling his shield to give the blast the perfect set up for a ricochet hit. Honestly, kinda comes off as being needlessly showy but, well, the guy does back flips in tights. Doesn't exactly take a professional to make that diagnosis,
"I believe that's one more for me," Tony points out, coming down in a slow decent until he's just around roof level. "Are we still keeping track, 'cause I believe that has me at a fairly substantial lead."
"It was not you who aimed the final blow." After having spent the last few months with these people, tracking down and dismantling HYDRA cells all over the world, Tony's actually had to start getting to know them and, you know, turns out that Thor's not so bad after all. Hell of a guy to have around at a party, tell you that much. Still, something about the accent flips this automatic response. He actually can't stop himself from rolling his eyes, it's like some kind of physical impossibility.
Speaking of showing off, Thor just happens to land on the roof with a hard, heavy impact that leaves his cape billowing in wind Tony is pretty sure he brings along with him solely for that purpose. Yes, no, Tony's tried explaining how here on this planet, speaking on behalf of all Earth's people, capes were only allowed to be worn by small children on Halloween and the sort of "princes" that have multiple platinum records on their wall and even that one has been pushing his luck since the 80s ended. "I believe it is what you Midgardians would call an assist," Thor jokes, and Tony can tell it's a joke because he shares a smirk with Peter Pan down there on the ground.
It's something Tony's made fun of about Steve before, but the man can never just stand there, he always looks like he's posed like he's on one of those old 40s propaganda poster with his hands on his hips and his manly square jaw jutting out as he looks meaningfully at an American flag while wearing an American flag (Oh, yes, Tony's seen the posters). It's not exactly subtle, and this is coming from some one who had to look the word up to remember what it even was.
There had been a time when Tony hung out at mansions with the world's fashion elite. Now he spends his Thursdays at supposedly abandoned castles buries deep in the mountains of Italy with Captain Retro and pretty boys in capes. Really, his life hasn't changed all that much. Well, except for hunting down some neo-nazi cult that had been secretly infesting their government for over 50 years. But that's sort of a given.
"Hey, um, Doctor Banner, I'm going to need you to come down here." Tony turns his head to stare up into what looks like a patch of blue sky, but if you look at it with the sun just so - or, again, if you have one kick-as built in computer system with all the latest detection gadgets a billionaire genius can provide, which is about all of them - you'd notice the giant quinjet sitting just overhead.
Every other voice comes out of the Stark supplied Bluetooth system so clear you couldn't tell that person isn't standing right next to you - well, except for Thor who seems to believe for the transmitter to work he has to use that huge, booming voice of his so that you could always tell where the (second) big guy is. The bigger guy, though, preferred staying small instead of coming out to play, and to really make the point that he isn't setting foot outside of the quinjet unless "absolutely unavoidable" he refused to wear a simple headset. As a result you could always tell when Bruce was about to speak since the first thing you'd hear is the static of him switching on his hand held (which, honestly, Tony is shocked they even still make I mean how out of date is that?) "Tony, what have I-"
"We need you to have a look at the body," Tony cuts him off, having already heard this speech and Bruce is going to ruin his joke if he gives it now. Is that what Bruce wants? To ruin Tony's joke? "We need to be sure what killed him: was it good old fashion American values or, I don't know, some sort of laser to the face?"
"It was an arrow to the back of his neck, put there while the two of you were busy flirting."
"Oh, hey Barton, there you are. We've.... totally been looking for you and not at all forgot that we even brought you along." Steve gives Tony what he guess is suppose to be a harsh look? Only it doesn't work since for once in a long time, Steve seems to be in a fairly good mood. That seems to be happening more and more recently. Must be all the nazi-hunting; that's probably the Captain America equivalent to a fun night out.
"Right, because ideally I would paint myself to look like a target and make enough noise to warn them at the next base over." Just like that Barton appeared right over Tony's shoulder. It actually made him jump a little, not that you could tell with the suit, and not that he'd ever let Barton have the satisfaction of knowing.
"Hey, now, do I go around threatening to steal your purple robin hood thing?"
"Stark." Now that was Cap's down to business voice. He's good at it, too; makes even Tony want to jump to attention, and the closest Tony ever got to the military -- actually, he use to be pretty close with them, but the only time he ever saluted had been when they were passing the check. "You, Romanoff, and Banner establish a perimeter. Thor, Barton and I will take the inside."
"Aye, aye, Captain." Not that Steven actually gets the reference, but Tony catches Hawkeye smirking as he goes to the edge of the roof, somehow finding a route to jump, slide, and climb his way down to Steve. Thor just went with a good old jump, splitting the stone where his fist hits the ground because of course. See, this is why Tony is always rolling his eyes.
So what to do while the three of them went in and did all the hard superheroing work, hmm?
Well, if you're Tony, the answer there seems pretty obvious. Despite all the sensors in his helmet, Tony slows and gets a little more careful once he's up in the air and close to the shielded quinjet. Don't want to scratch up those camo-plates. Apparently 'Tasha trusts him about as much as none, because the second Tony is anywhere close to "her" ride, the whole surface shimmers and folds back, revealing the fully visible quinjet just hanging silently in the air. You wouldn't believe how protective Romanoff could get over that jet. What's the worst Stark could do? Okay, sure, but he had fixed it later, and besides, it's not like he couldn't just buy her a new one if it HAD blown apart.
There's a chance she did it just so Tony could see her keeping an eye on him. Like he needed perfect visibility to know that.
"You heard the captain's orders, Bruce, might as well come out now and help me establish a perimeter." All at once Tony had three different people, including the captain himself, shooting that idea down as "not what he meant". Jesus, did they only get around to inventing a sense of fun after 1946? "Oh, come on, buddy." Hard to say why but Tony's decided it's his job to get Bruce to open up more, let himself loose every now and then. It can't be healthy always being so tense and in control. Kind of makes Tony want a drink just thinking about it. "Don't tell me you didn't have fun last time."
Bruce shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't even know what Tony is talking about. Bruce is a terrible liar. "I'm just here for moral support. Back up moral support." So that is what they're calling the giant green ball of smashing now? Moral support? Now Tony knows he doesn't have the strongest moral center but that seems a little the excessive side.
Tony makes a point to sigh heavily, arms crossed over his chest as he looks in at Bruce. They probably make quite the sight from the ground; a single man in a metal suit staring down this giant, heavily armed jet like it was nothing more than a stubborn old cat. Assuming any HYDRA members had a sense of humor about this kind of thing, oh, and were still alive to see it. "Are you waiting for your big hero moment again, is that it?" Bruce is shaking his head and probably protesting but he's not turned his hand held on so Tony can't actually hear him, not that he needs to. They've been doing this routine for a while and, sure, he can actually feel Natasha's glare burning through his suit which is quite impressive by the way, given the heat shields he's built into this new Mark.