They’ve got a good team built up in the Tower (hard to call Avengers Tower when it’s only got one Avenger in it - he doesn’t think anything’s gonna be added to the statement out front, the blazing A still announcing that yeah, we’re here, and we’re still fighting the good fight.
Besides, their floors are untouched, something to return to.)
He’s working with FRIDAY on a tablet while he walks behind the folks in R&D; some are seasoned and give him a wave, some are new and aren’t brave enough to glance back. Tony doesn’t mind - half the folks he’d recruited himself. A few, like Hill, were nabbed from SHIELD and given a new home, like a small sad litter of abandoned kittens.
They were effective; some, even, exceedingly so. SHIELD was many things, but they had a good group of brains working up there. (Well, the ones that didn’t have a hand in HYDRA’s pot, anyway.)
He doesn’t even acknowledge the door hissing open behind him, still imputing data for FRIDAY to gobble up. It isn’t until there’s a raised voice that he jumps, drops the tablet, and brings his foot up to keep it from clattering on the hard tile.
He turns quickly, leaving the tablet on the ground where he’d cushioned it’s fall, FRIDAY asking if he needs assistance both from the tablet and from overhead, but he doesn’t acknowledge her.
There’s not much spit in his mouth, and he’s got tunnel audio, unable to look away or hear much of anything else. Eyes are raking over the crisply suited figure before him, looking every bit the same except -
“Looking pretty spry for a dead guy, Agent,” he says, voice a little too fast. “What is this, Life Model Decoy? Testing out our holographic projection capabilities? The localized speaker system’s on point, but you’re, ah, missing a vital bit,” he says, but no, he’s sweating, because - no.
He’d have seen the signs. A whisper.
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