[Tony Stark does not look happy. He's haggard, worn, poorly rested, barely looking fit for duty despite his SHIELD Director's uniform. His eyes are dark, and red-rimmed, as though he's been crying, or been near to it - or at least that he hasn't slept in a good few days. He's sitting on his briefcase, the Hitomi in one white-gloved hand, elbow
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He can't tell if he's supposed to laugh, cry, or scream.
So he just sits there, holding his breath.
Is this for real? Is this some kind of sick joke? Am I dreaming?
He concludes that even if this isn't real, he can't take the chance.
Tony...
He looks horrible. Looks like somebody died. Things must have gone South after he got pulled from Asgard.
Maybe something happened; Pepper, maybe? or Maria?
He can't bring himself to reply with video, or even audio, because there are the beginnings of tears in his eyes and he's sure if he spoke his voice would break.]
stay where you are. i'll find you. code 34-44-54-64.
[He's impressed with himself for remembering the code; it's been a long time since he needed to confirm his identity as an Avenger.
He sends the text, then takes off running towards Himorogi.]
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34-44-54-64.
Avengers.
Tony isn't sure whether to be relieved or not.]
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On the other hand: Iron. Freaking. Man.]
More superheroes?!
[He demands because sometimes, goddamn, Marco just can't take it being the only non-glamorous, non-heroic superhero here in this insane asylum.]
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