Flying to the meeting with Black Bolt gave Tony a good chance to get a better look at the area. He mapped out the geography beneath him, and flew past Black Bolt at first, turning and making a wide circle to check the area before he approached and landed.
He'd already met with the other Tony here. He had his work cut out, dealing with that version of himself. He wasn't sure what to do about his alcoholism.
"Black Bolt. I think calling an incomplete meeting like this is probably against some secret society rule but I don't think anyone will mind," Tony said, pausing for a moment before he caught up with himself and decided to continue talking. It wasn't as if Black Bolt could say anything right now.
"On to the first order of business. As it turns out, that younger, better looking, less experienced, alcoholic version of me is only less experienced and alcoholic, and in case you didn't know, he managed to let some of his armors get stolen. I don't think I need to say how bad that is, but they shouldn't be anything you can't handle."
He'd heard Tony approach, of course, as he'd heard the wide circle and eventual landing. He didn't move or open his eyes until the final thump of armor boots on the roof sounded, and then it was to regard the suit before him calmly.
It wasn't a familiar suit, was the first thing he noticed. It was familiar enough to be recognizable as Iron Man, yes, but unfamiliar nonetheless. Upgraded, he thought. Substantially. Tony must have made quite a few changes since they'd last seen each other. Unsurprising, really; the suit seemed to change subtly every time they met.
He listened carefully and silently, his watchful gaze steady on the other man. The other Tony wasn't younger? Hmm. A large difference in universes, then. Reportedly common among the doubles. He didn't bother to nod in agreement with the question of whether or not he could handle the stolen armor, though. The answer was obvious enough that confirmation was unnecessary -- provided, of course, that Black Bolt retained his powers. Twice now he'd been stripped of them in his
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The other major topic Tony needed to discuss was one he was reluctant to bring up. Perhaps that was why organic Tony had created the automated message in the event that the emergency consciousness upload happened. Tony couldn't quite recall the thought process behind that decision. His memory issues were definitely at the top of the list of things he wanted to talk to his original self about
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That did manage a shift in Black Bolt's placidly solemn expression. It wasn't much more than a blink and a slight widening of his eyes, but for as composed as the man usually was his jaw might as well have fallen open. Bolt climbed to his feet, a touch hesitantly, and took a few steps nearer for a better look at the empty interior. He'd seen Tony raise that faceplate often enough, he knew what he was supposed to be seeing.
And then something else caught his eye. That bloodstain was more than a little disconcerting, and the mild concern flushing over his face stood out just as effectively as the surprise had. He wasn't entirely sure just where to direct his questioning look without any eyes to meet, though.
...Strange. As diverse as his Inhumans were, he hadn't seen anything quite like this in any of them. He nodded, slowly, with a frown. The situation was... understood, at least. It was a start.
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He'd already met with the other Tony here. He had his work cut out, dealing with that version of himself. He wasn't sure what to do about his alcoholism.
"Black Bolt. I think calling an incomplete meeting like this is probably against some secret society rule but I don't think anyone will mind," Tony said, pausing for a moment before he caught up with himself and decided to continue talking. It wasn't as if Black Bolt could say anything right now.
"On to the first order of business. As it turns out, that younger, better looking, less experienced, alcoholic version of me is only less experienced and alcoholic, and in case you didn't know, he managed to let some of his armors get stolen. I don't think I need to say how bad that is, but they shouldn't be anything you can't handle."
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It wasn't a familiar suit, was the first thing he noticed. It was familiar enough to be recognizable as Iron Man, yes, but unfamiliar nonetheless. Upgraded, he thought. Substantially. Tony must have made quite a few changes since they'd last seen each other. Unsurprising, really; the suit seemed to change subtly every time they met.
He listened carefully and silently, his watchful gaze steady on the other man. The other Tony wasn't younger? Hmm. A large difference in universes, then. Reportedly common among the doubles. He didn't bother to nod in agreement with the question of whether or not he could handle the stolen armor, though. The answer was obvious enough that confirmation was unnecessary -- provided, of course, that Black Bolt retained his powers. Twice now he'd been stripped of them in his ( ... )
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And then something else caught his eye. That bloodstain was more than a little disconcerting, and the mild concern flushing over his face stood out just as effectively as the surprise had. He wasn't entirely sure just where to direct his questioning look without any eyes to meet, though.
...Strange. As diverse as his Inhumans were, he hadn't seen anything quite like this in any of them. He nodded, slowly, with a frown. The situation was... understood, at least. It was a start.
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