Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen. [Closed]

[sonotahunter]

Who: Bela Talbot, Julian Sark, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Irene Adler.
Where: Bela Talbot's speakeasy
When: Nowish
What: Tony and Bruce find their way to Bela's speakeasy... where she's in a back room, executing a traitor.
Warnings: BLOOOOD.
Notes: Bela's 'backstory', as I forgot to include it last time (doh).

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[the_ironman]

Following the signal on his phone had been a tumultuous effort that comprised of breaking and entering, climbing, and the use of parkour, a skill that Tony had caught several times on television, but not actually practiced himself. Still, he was impressed by Bruce's ability to lead in the climbing and falling and running and jumping in an urban area. He was disappointed by his inability to lead himself, but Bruce's smaller, more lithe form took the lead from him before he'd even had a chance to get started.

When they finally arrived at the perfume shop, Tony scoffed. If they didn't find Bela in this place, he was willing to pack up and leave her for a lost cause. A perfume shop, he thought once more, incredulous, before walking inside.

Greeting them at the counter was a pretty, brown-haired girl who looked to be no older than twenty five. Old enough, Tony thought. Once he made eye contact with her, however, he noticed a soul inside those eyes that had seen a lot more than her appearance would suggest. It disarmed him for a moment,

[gammapulsed]

That's because Bruce had far more experience dealing with moving around a city without the aid of a chauffeur and a $158,766 Audi. If he was to say he didn't slightly enjoy showing up Tony in that respect, well. Bruce Banner was never one for fibbing.

His nose wrinkled at the combined scent of all the perfume roiling together, though he did appreciate the fact it was covering up other, definitely less pleasant scents. He rolled his eyes at Tony's attempt and moved ahead of him (not shoved past him, per se, jostled is more the term), taking off his baseball cap as he met the girl's eyes.

"Um, excuse me," he started politely, hat in hand, "not to disrespect you, of course, seeing as you're probably very capable of dealing with most things, but. This is kind of personal business, and we have to see Miss Talbot personally. It's, ah, very sensitive stuff. Please? If you don't mind? It's also kind of time sensitive, so. Yes?"

[sonotahunter]

She frowns, calculation showing under her good cheer. "She didn't mention any appointments."

She drums on the counter, nibbles her lip, and then shrugs. "I can take you down to her, but if she kills you for coming in without an invitation, that's your problem."

Without waiting to see if they're following, she moves into the back room, signaling the other two women there--both around the same age as the first--to keep an eye on the front while she's gone. Down the stairs, past the guards flanking the speakeasy's main entrance--and into the cool, chic environment of the speakeasy proper. She looks back at the two of them. "Like I said. Whatever happens is on you."

[the_ironman]

Tony followed the woman without hesitation, even if inside he was starting to feel a little uneasy about this "back room" business. Down the hallway, Tony caught sight of the heavily-patterned carpeting beneath them and starting to piece things together. Once they entered the bar, with its low ceilings, red accents, and mood lighting, he knew where they were.

They were in Bela's establishment. It all started to make perfect sense.

He gave the girl a nod and a crooked half-grin as she looked back at them, "Don't worry about us, sweetheart." In truth, he was worried. He was really, really, really worried. He was so worried, in fact, that he headed straight for the bar. Once there, he ordered scotch on the rocks and inquired gruffly, "I'm looking for Bela Talbot. She's here, isn't she? Not some sort of elusive boogyman like everybody's suggesting."