Drop Off { starkresilience }
The moment he'd stepped foot in the city, it had started raining. Steve started toward Tony's place, bumping up the speed on the bike just a bit more. It was a light enough rain, and he was dressed for the weather, but he didn't exactly feel like squishing his way over million dollar floors (or however much they cost). The 'file' Nick Fury had given him was tucked safely in his jacket, and if there was another reason for being there, it was his own. Steve pulled up, parked, and shook himself off a bit before pulling out his cell phone so he could hunch over it. He dialed and, the minute he heard a click, he started speaking. "Guess I should've called ahead. I could've requested nicer weather." If anyone could control figure out a way to shut down a rainy day on a whim...