Divided We Fall || Stark & Rogers
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“...hold your fire and await further orders.“
The authoritative voice is distant within earpieces, protocols drilled into tactical agents forming a loose albeit particularly distant perimeter beyond layers of tarmac for potential backup. Stark had vehemently declined the assistance regardless of the ever-present possibility of things going south, a lingering impression of optimism infiltrating the futurist’s perception once the man had caught wind of the invitation for the meeting. The Avenger was far from being a spiritual person ( conversely, in fact ), but faith in the apparent ‘monument’ of a figure such as Rogers played a part in his buoyed trust, the incoming projectile of the tin-man abruptly making contact with the ground in its usual flair.
Metal knuckles shred concrete, the sound of reverberating actuators unfurling and glowing repulsor points powering down from having ignited the atmosphere, the industrialist standing upright within the protective encasing - now a mere extension of himself as opposed to a cocoon in which the engineer had grown accustomed to. Preliminary scans concurrently take place to analyse a multitude of probable data, namely the number of individuals attending this impromptu little shindig. The two figures are far from alone, either ‘side’ bringing with it a hefty means of accompaniment each more daunting than the last. But a vaguest semblance of coy humour ( easily mistaken for flippancy ) weaves into the voice which filters through the tiers of alloys comprising of the stoic faceplate, the latter betraying the appearance of the man’s nervous eagerness.
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