[he's pacing among debris, smog thick in the air. Thor is agitated and probably in a tad bout of denial right now. It cannot be that.. everything is over, it's all gone. Not so long as --
Turning abruptly to face Tony, he implores -] What is the plan, friend? The plan! [put those so-called smarts of ingenuity to good use now, Stark. The time was now!]
[By contrast to Thor's restless energy, Tony is sitting distant and motionless on the edge of a fallen concrete slab; one hand pressed against a still sluggishly bleeding gash at his hairline, nursing a minor concussion picked up in the last of the fighting.
The question breaks him out of his reverie, and he squints up at the other man. He really doesn't feel up to coherent thought right now. But with the suit trashed his wits are all he's got left in terms of assets. Absently he wipes bloodstained fingers on his shirt] ...plan. Right. Yeah, we could use one of those.
We have established thus -- come now, Tony. [he frowns, leaning down to his level. His usual calm blue eyes stormy and dark. He lifts the hand not holding Mjolnir in a tight fist to press his shoulder, shake him. This was not the time to 'lose it' as they said] Think, man. Think.
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Turning abruptly to face Tony, he implores -] What is the plan, friend? The plan! [put those so-called smarts of ingenuity to good use now, Stark. The time was now!]
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The question breaks him out of his reverie, and he squints up at the other man. He really doesn't feel up to coherent thought right now. But with the suit trashed his wits are all he's got left in terms of assets. Absently he wipes bloodstained fingers on his shirt] ...plan. Right. Yeah, we could use one of those.
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