Five Fucking Minutes | ((Poison Plot)) ((Open-ish?))
Tony didn't leave immediately for SHIELD once he'd gotten the call. Instead, he asked JARVIS to run all of the signs and symptoms that Murphy had given him to see what came up. This was really not his area of expertise, although he would certainly try to help. The only thing he was getting, though, was ebola, which he was almost sure wasn't what was going around at SHIELD. Ebola didn't work that quick, and it would have affected everyone.
He ran his hands through his hair, not sure of what to do other than put on his suit, fly over, and hope for the best. He was just about to do just that when he remembered he knew someone who could. He could have slapped himself.
"JARVIS," he instructed his computer. "Call Dr. Banner, would you?"
"Very good, sir."
As he waited for the other man to pick up his phone, he chewed impatiently on his lower lip, hoping that Bruce was still in New York instead of wherever the hell he fucked off to from time to time.
