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Clint’s first words when Steve opened the door were: “Heard from the Widow?”
Steve shook his head. “No. I tried all the numbers in my phone, they all lead to SHIELD, except yours.”
Clint nodded. “Mine, too. I nearly shat myself looking at the outdated tech in the SHIELD building. Tony would have kittens.”
“I know, check that thing out,” Steve said, waving a hand at his laptop. “I’ve been in this century for less than two years and even I know that’s outdated.”
Clint froze. “You think we’ve gone back in time?”
Steve managed not to roll his eyes. “No, check the date on your phone. It’s just… things are wrong. Lots of things.”
Clint nodded, and his face went dark. “So what do we do, Cap?”
Steve’s jaw tightened. “Assemble the team.”
Bruce was in India, Widow was MIA, but Tony should have been fairly easy to locate. When Clint found a post-it with Steve’s password behind the desk, he managed to get into his computer.
It was different. Of course it was, but Steve found himself staring helplessly at the screen and its strange little symbols. “Clint?”
Clint wandered over, sandwich in hand. “What’s up, Cap?”
“I don’t know how to get to the internet.”
Clint blinked. “You’re running Windows Vista? Jesus. Tony would actually kill you.”
“Just help me, please.”
“Fine, fine. Click that little fox there.”
Google, luckily, was the same. Steve knew Google. Steve had relied on it to the extent that it was almost like finding an old friend alive and well.
He typed in ‘Tony Stark’.
The results it spat back at him were enough to send a chill through his blood.
Links to Stane Industries. Some other person’s LinkedIn profile.
An obituary.
“Shit,” Clint breathed, hand tightening on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve couldn’t agree more. Trying to ignore the fact that his hand was shaking, he clicked on a news article.
‘Anthony Edward Stark, born March 3rd 1970, died today, October 26th 1989, just over two years after the deaths of his parents. President of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane, released this statement:
‘“Today, we’ve lost not only one of the greatest minds our time has seen, but a boy on the brink of becoming a man. Most people didn’t understand Tony, but he died doing what was right, trying to make a difference, and I know that’s all he ever really wanted. Those of us who knew him will never forget him, and for those of you who didn’t, I am truly sorry. We’re all the lesser for his loss.”
‘Stark was shot in an alley in Manhattan in the early hours of this morning. Witnesses say he was attempting to stop an assault in progress, when the attacker turned his gun on Stark and fired three close-range shots to the chest. The suspect is still at large and police welcome any information.
‘Paramedics responded around 4:30 am, but Stark was pronounced dead at the scene.’
Steve felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. The computer screen before him swam, and he realised his eyes had begun to tear up.
“What the fuck is going on?” Clint whispered, and all Steve could do was shake his head and try not to cry.
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