#ormenace

“  you just  ...  got out of intro to  —  uh,   doomstory,   right  ?  ”

So he stood in the doorway, two steaming paper cups in hand. He’d meant to bring bagels, too, but whatever had made New York bagels bagels apparently hadn’t made the jump with the rest of the city. Maybe it was the water. “Hey,” he said. “Figured you could use a coffee.”

“so... a little birdy told me i could find you here.” natasha spoke up as she entered his lab in the science building. it’d taken her awhile to get around to meeting up with her original avengers. tony was always a soft spot for her, an old friend - someone she valued in opinion and understanding... and she hoped he was still close to the same tony she once knew. “it’s good to see you back in your element - though i think you’re missing a few flashy neon signs and maybe a self-portrait somewhere?” she teased, smiling at him as she moved to see what he was working on. “it’s been awhile, how’re you holding up?”

“cassie? cassie lang?“ reed asked, looking up and over from his tablet as he heard the chime of the local cafe door open. it wasn’t entirely often that reed made it out of the science building or the baxter tower - but when he did, he inevitably found someone he had known previously to living on latverion. “i’m happy to see you’re here, even despite the circumstances and who is in charge.” he stood up and made his way over to her, clutching his tablet in his hand and eying the doom bot guards with a particular sense of bitterness before returning his attention to the young lang with a smile. “oh, i realize you may not recognize me given the multiverse - sorry about that, i always go in assuming.”

“Hey, Tony.” She unfurled her helmet, blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, her face open to his. One of the coolest powers they didn’t know about out there in the ring? That she could just warp her suit right into her street clothes (or vice versa), no need for strategic layering or finding somewhere safe and accessible to store it. It made coming out of the battle all that much easier: a thought, and she wasn’t all-caps, crowd-roaring CAPTAIN MARVEL, she was just Carol in jeans and a tank top. Grabbing a towel from the bin, she wiped sweat from her face and the back of her neck. “Didn’t think you were big into the Killiseum scene,” she said. “You come down here to see me win?”