Tony knew he was grasping at straws trying to get hold of those who didnât want to be found, but there were of them left and without help he couldnât take down Thanos and fix this. Perhaps there was a way to reverse time with the time stone but whether he could do that or not without Stephen was another matter. Even then he had to find the time stone which was a near impossible task. He needed back up and he needed people willing to help.
He did hear some rustling on the other side of the door but he didnât say anymore. If Matt was going to leave and not respond to him then to be it, heâd try again another day or heâd accept that he wasnât interested in helping. Matt was probably Tonyâs best chance at getting some help right now.
When he finally got a response from the man on the other side of the door, Tony knew he had to be careful with his words. He didnât want him to run before he got the chance to speak with him. âCan we talk? I need some help.â
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Tony looked from the ground to the door and then back again feet fidgeting as he waited and hoped the other man would give him a chance. âIt wont take long.â
there was a voice in his head that screamed for him to run, to leave, to climb down the fire escape & hope the man on the other side of the door got the hint. the voice --- the voice, there was no mistaking it. it was the voice of a hero, the voice of a villain, the voice of a man who was exceptionally talented at getting himself into trouble. tony stark.Â
everyone knew about the avengers --- matt was not one of them, he had never wanted to be. they were the sort of soldiers who fought in the light, the sort of soldiers that fought for the light. they had saved the world time & time again, never once looking into the shadows that their light cast. for every new addition to their super-powered team, there was a new adversary. a new man in a suit, a new threat. there was a reason tony stark was wanting for soldiers & it wasnât just because of those he had lost.Â
still, he doesnât run. instead, he listens. he listens to tonyâs words closely, letting them hang in the silence between them. tony stark was wanting for soldiers & he had found one that was lacking a war. one that chased the chaos of a broken city without even scratching the surface. every gang thought they could be the one to run the scraps of the city he had sworn to protect & he was tired. he was tired of every fight being in vain, of every bad man being replaced by one that was worse.Â
i need some help. he drops his bag by the door & breathes deeply. this was stupid --- he was being stupid. every connection was another way to be hurt, every comrade was another person to lose. still, he unlocks the door & opens it, stepping back. he gestures with his chin for the other to enter, already stepping back into the shadows of his apartment, â you have two minutes. â
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