Redefinition (RP for starspangledcap)
*OOC -- Yes, finally.
Tony didn't make up his mind right away.
After he heard Sally's speech at the awards banquet, after he met the girl and her mother at the reception, he knew he would have to talk to Steve. But nothing had changed, really; the cirumstances that made their meeting in person a foolish risk were the same as ever. Tony thought about this, thought about it all through the reception and through a spate of useless after-lunch and dinner meetings.
Then, he told his staff conflicting lies about his whereabouts (he'd be back before they sorted them out), used his tech powers to hotwire an unmarked SUV from the motor pool, and got on the road to Sayreville, New Jersey.
He had forgotten what a pain in the ass driving was. He loved being on a closed course with a fast car, of course, but just the plain tedium of getting from point A to point B -- the New Jersey Turnpike, the Garden State Parkway. Fucking tollbooths.
It was already dark, and he was in a lousy mood by the time he pulled onto Buchanan Street in Sayreville and found a parking spot where he could stash the hideous vehicle. He got out and surveyed the pathologically normal-looking street. He had checked it out by satellite picture, before sending Steve into hiding here, but he hadn't actually visited. And speaking of satellites -- he took a second to patch into the surveillance equipment and replace the current picture with looped footage of another, identical, suburban Jersey night. Other than that small precaution, he hadn't bothered with a disguise. Nobody would expect Tony Stark to be getting out of a Honda Element at 9 o'clock on a weeknight, on a nondescript street in Sayreville, New Jersey.
Without any further ceremony, he walked up to the apartment, and knocked on the door.
He had been practicing what to say for hours now.
He had no idea what he was going to say.
Tony didn't make up his mind right away.
After he heard Sally's speech at the awards banquet, after he met the girl and her mother at the reception, he knew he would have to talk to Steve. But nothing had changed, really; the cirumstances that made their meeting in person a foolish risk were the same as ever. Tony thought about this, thought about it all through the reception and through a spate of useless after-lunch and dinner meetings.
Then, he told his staff conflicting lies about his whereabouts (he'd be back before they sorted them out), used his tech powers to hotwire an unmarked SUV from the motor pool, and got on the road to Sayreville, New Jersey.
He had forgotten what a pain in the ass driving was. He loved being on a closed course with a fast car, of course, but just the plain tedium of getting from point A to point B -- the New Jersey Turnpike, the Garden State Parkway. Fucking tollbooths.
It was already dark, and he was in a lousy mood by the time he pulled onto Buchanan Street in Sayreville and found a parking spot where he could stash the hideous vehicle. He got out and surveyed the pathologically normal-looking street. He had checked it out by satellite picture, before sending Steve into hiding here, but he hadn't actually visited. And speaking of satellites -- he took a second to patch into the surveillance equipment and replace the current picture with looped footage of another, identical, suburban Jersey night. Other than that small precaution, he hadn't bothered with a disguise. Nobody would expect Tony Stark to be getting out of a Honda Element at 9 o'clock on a weeknight, on a nondescript street in Sayreville, New Jersey.
Without any further ceremony, he walked up to the apartment, and knocked on the door.
He had been practicing what to say for hours now.
He had no idea what he was going to say.