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I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

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“And some people won’t be happy until they find those people.” Steve replied quickly, unamused. Then again, he didn’t think much of his own happiness since he had woken from the ice. Sam Wilson had even asked once what made him happy, and Steve hadn’t been able to give him a good answer. That was probably something to worry about, but now was not the time. Steve had healed quick, and though he still felt incredibly sore, he was ready to go out and start the search.

“Yet somehow I’m surprised you don’t know. You tend to know most things. Then again, you did say once you’d be able to find every secret SHIELD kept, and clearly that wasn’t true.” Steve pointed out, a little unfairly probably, but he did wonder how Tony had managed to miss it. If he had missed it then it almost made everyone else missing it acceptable. Almost. Steve sighed and made himself sit down next to Tony, though his still aching body was at least a little relieved at the respite.

“So you suddenly stopped watching the news?” Steve asked. “The Winter Soldier. Have you heard of him?” He started out, wanting to see what knowledge Tony did have to probe around him and tell him the details that were important.

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“Some of us tend to be pretty busy with work. You know? The thing most of us have to do to earn money for a living?” He motioned with one hand toward the ceiling, eyes hooded with his own personal exhaustion. Not even the bit of salt from Steve can hit Tony too hard at this point in time. Besides, it was true. He didn’t know, hadn’t known--when he should have. He used to be a weapons dealer. He should have known considering how it was a weapon of freaking mass destruction. But he wasn’t going to admit it or say that out loud. 

“Besides, didn’t you say we were suppose to be able to trust each other? For teamwork? Be respectful of privacy and yadda yadda?” Alright, so not that immune to the salt, at least not enough to give a bit of a jab right back. Tony Stark, living somewhat dangerously even when he didn’t need to. Tony shook his head once before pursing his lips. Then he sighed. “But that’s not the point or really relevant right now unless scolding me somehow finds this guy for you.”  

Winter Soldier. A man of few words, apparently, and with a “mess” of paper trails and a lack of one when it’s paperless. Hydra--or SHIELD, in this case, made sure to keep the details to themselves but Natasha was good at what she did. Tony was better at following up from behind. “CNN is full of shit but it’s literally on every channel, minus Fox. Forgive lil ol’ me for giving up on watching ass entertainment for the week.” He pulled up two folders up on the pad and tapped on the first one. “Used to be, is sort of a secret assassin. Was-- frozen up? Reanimated but very few actual dates were noted down for secrecy sake, I’m assuming,” Tony muttered. 

He won’t be sharing the fact he took most of the files from the trail coming off Natasha either. Curiosity, cat. Apologize only when caught. “Strikingly similar to one James Buchanan Barnes.” Tony’s eyes flicked upwards to Steve and he paused. “Not a coincidence, huh?”

[tnystark]

#oops

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Steve hadn’t been sure that he should go to Tony. In fact, a huge part of him wanted to just rush off on his own, or with only Sam in tow and track Bucky to the best of their abilities. However, even he could admit that there was a good chance that Tony Stark would have better tracking programs that could help narrow down the search. Steve needed to be able to narrow it down.

It didn’t matter that he had just gotten out of the hospital three days ago, or that his face was still bruised, albeit it didn’t look quite as battered as it had been before. Steve had let his friend down one too many times, and he was going to make his amends. If that meant going to the man that he had the hardest time getting a handle on, then so be it. Steve was willing to do just about anything to make this work.

He walked into the living room of Stark tower, well aware that his presence would have been given to Tony in advance, but he still tensed up as Tony spoke to him without even looking up. Sometimes the technology unsettled Steve. “The Bahamas? Really Tony?” He replied, an eyebrow raised as he stepped closer to him. “I don’t have any desire to go to the Bahamas. I need you to help me track someone down.”

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“Hey, some people say a little bit of sunshine can make your happiness go up faster than ya know, finding the people that broke your face.” This time, Tony did actually peel himself away from the Stark pad in his hands. One dark brow arched upwards as he compared the image of Steve Rogers he had in his mind after the news broke and the Steve Rogers in the room now. Sure, there was less purple and yellow coloring. Not as bad as Natasha had been saying in her very short but emoji filled texts, but it was still clear the man didn’t come out unscathed. And that’s saying something considering how Tony had been there, when an alien invasion had taken place in New York, to see how much of a beating a super soldier can technically take. 

“And I’d ask why you’re asking me to find people when they’re all supposedly tied up in what used to be SHIELD mini dungeons-- but a teeny tiny voice is telling me that there’s something the world doesn’t know yet.” The engineer gave the empty seat next to him a pat, hoping the wordless request for Steve to sit is taken because the engineer wasn’t quite sure if he’s up to moving from his rather comfortable position. 

“Story time first, Cap. Requests second.” He turned the Stark pad off. “Pep, along with your your many fans, would do not very nice things to me if I sent you off on an adventure without knowing what it’s about or for.” 

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      -- It wasn’t like Tony was ever particularly surprised to find out what kind of bullshit the world was hiding underneath its pretty little facade. When society was all about money and power, people were always willing to do things that crossed far too many lines (and boy, oh boy, did personal experience taught him these bits). If they were betraying close confidents, family, or even heroic icons, it was just small casualties--unfortunate but not necessarily enough of an offset to not justify the means.

The irony was that while Tony understood the whole “the end justifies the means”, lived it as a personal motto even, what happened recently with the unearthing of files and Hydra of all things, it was clear that the government’s most recent “the ends justifying the means” deal meant that there had been a ticket straight to six feet underground for a good number in society. The realization of the fact that he could have literally be zapped to nothingness just because of his old test scores was horrendous and darkly humorous. The realization of the fact that this had been going into full fledged development and Tony didn’t know anything about it? 

It made paranoia flare up to the point where he had been forgoing sleep and just crawling through the deep dark interwebs on the living room couch for any signs pointing to anything similar; he searched for codes, for bragging rights, for anything really. 

“Something you need, Winghead?” He murmured the words out between scrolling through windows. “ ’cause I do have a personal jet that can take you to the Bahamas for a weekend or four.”

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laser-sharp green eyes fix him with one of her patented looks, her disapproval clear. her hands, which have been gently rubbing his shoulders, dig in slightly to punctuate her comment.

‘ still no. although honestly, you’re fifty and out saving the world. bodies have their limits, you know. ’

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“You can’t say I didn’t try.” And he knew that deep down, Tony still wasn’t quite comfortable with strangers just rolling around in his house. Safe space for heroes and all aside, personal vigilance resulting from good ol’ experiences just doesn’t allow for it. It kept him safe -- and mostly sane -- so far so he probably won’t be changing that policy any time soon.   

“And are you calling me old? Pep, I’m like wine. I gotta age in a barrel! Mine’s just made out of metal.” He grins at her. “Besides, Iron Man is a hero. Gotta be out there being super and all.”

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“Well, thanks for that!” Pepper let out a chuckle, happy that Tony agreed to get out of the smelly workshop for awhile.  Of course, that stench of grease, sweat, and everything else usually followed him but that just meant she’d get to scrub it off him later–– which she was sure he wouldn’t mind.

“Is there anywhere particular you’d like to go or do you want me to come up with something?” she asks, crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair a bit.  “We could probably even get out of town for a couple of days.  I don’t have anything going right now that can’t wait.”

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“I’ll leave that up to you. Right now, everything feels pretty nutritious, including Dummy’s lovely oil based kale smoothies,” he admitted. And if that wasn’t a clear sign that he needed some R&C, he wasn’t quite sure what was. Either way, break time meant food and meant not thinking about whatever he was stumped on.

The engineer would like to try seeing how that works today, if only out of sheer will power and stubbornness. 

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“You should totally add some chilli on ‘em too! It’s the best! Er, wanna buy more?”

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“Do you honestly think I want more after I decided to eat day old cheese fries?”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

“I’ll say no to more fries but I’ll buy us a hot dog.”

[starkindustrious-blog1]

“That was a very small and slightly disturbing adventure.” Note to self. Don’t pass out on the nearest flat surface in the workshop because apparently he’s been sleep talking recently and that meant his notes are now filled with mild gibberish.

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“Are you scared?”

Being a part time hacker of sorts, approved by SHIELD mostly due to the fact that they can’t necessarily stop him, meant he got hold of certain types of information that aren't always relevant to his projects or his main question of the day. Sometimes, it meant he found out that someone did some dirty dealings to make sure their new crappy cheese fries are actually advertised four times a day, every day for the next three months.

Other times, it meant he found out there’s a few worms in his apples, all the way into the inner core and that if they didn’t get magically taken out in the next a few days, it’d mean people will just toss the whole basket into the trash, including Tony himself. 

Losing a bit of money? Not really that scary. The idea of going into a possible metal death trap not quite prepared? Been there, done that, will keep doing that.  The death of thousands riding on his shoulders should he fail because it’s his tech the terrorist group is basing the whole shitty shebang off on? That the whole world will be watching by the end, whether they want to or not? 

His paling skin does not match his dramatic gesturing. 

“No. Of course not! This is just another day in the lifetime that’s Tony Stark, my man.” 

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DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. [PT1] [PT2]

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”

[sentmetothesea]

“…This is like observing a car crash. I know it’s going to be terrible I simply can’t bring myself to stop you.” 

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“Nourishment is nourishment. Besides, I’m too lazy to actually go out in the  middle of the night just to grab a sandwich. Cheese fries it is.”

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“Cheese fries sound so good  right now--except I’ve left them out for half a day.”

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“You think this is new but it really isn’t, trust me. Who did this? Was it Reed? Because I will proceed to slime his laboratory if he’s making this his new kinky hobby.”

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a PITYING look bordering on sympathy shifts across pepper’s face, her hands coming to rest on his tense shoulders.

‘ that depends on whether you’re hoping for a sexy masseuse out of this proposal. in which case, you’re getting a resounding NO from me. you definitely need to see the chiro, though. i’m surprised you can still MOVE right now. ’

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“But Pep--” He lowers his chin and bats his lashes at her, playful despite the residual aches that only seem to grow with every passing second. “We both know a sexy masseuse can also be a very professional chiropractor. Just less doctory-sound and more--fancy.” 

Still, he shrugs once more and grimaces. “But in all seriousness, I think I might have popped my back out or something. Or turned my muscles into stone. Help.”