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Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

The War Machine armor had taken a significant enough hit in a fight that Rhodey wasn't able to patch it up on his own. Which was annoying on a few levels for Tony. One, that Rhodey could have gotten hurt. Another that Tony should have been there to help him.

Tony made a face, rereading the assessment of the damage for a third time before starting to get some tools together.

"JARVIS, has the lab in East Village been touched?"

"No, sir. Shall I inform Lieutenant colonel Rhodes of your plan?"

Tony grinned up at the ceiling. "You know me so well, sweetheart. Tell him I'll be there within the hour. Help him shake any tails if you'd be so kind."

[Expecting one, but open before!]

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"If you need anything and I'm not around, J can usually help. He's a peach like that," Tony added.

"Your praise fills me with joy, sir," JARVIS said. Because his AI had to be sarcastic, okay? Had to be.

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Bucky wasn't terribly surprised by it, at any rate. He shook his head. Like maybe that arranged this particular new tidbit of information wherever was the most convenient place for it to go.

Or maybe he just did it to say 'geez, this is weird' without actually saying it.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Tony gave one of the walls an approving pat as he moved toward the portal. "Daylight's burning, Barnes."

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky replied as he got himself moving. Ugh, portals. So strange. "Let's go."

"Keep hanging out with me and you'll be completely unimpressed with weird things," Tony promised, stepping through to a narrow walkway between buildings.

JARVIS was very precise in his coordinates.

Bucky wasn't sure if he bought that. But no matter, his focus was more on getting through the portal.

Which he did, effortlessly, if you didn't count some mental things. Like the need to reassure himself there'd be ground under his feet just the same on the other side.

And there was.

Tony reached over to put his hand on Bucky's arm once he glanced back at the poor guy. "Welcome to the future."

Hey, he was doing pretty fine, considering. Kind of blinking at his surroundings, but he was also managing a little smile.

Or, did it count as managing when it seemed to be happening without him noticing?

"We were already in the future."

Yeah like this wasn't a whole different deal.

Tony smiled back at him, reassuring as best he could. "Yeah, but the island is... sort of it's own place."

"Yeah, I know." Trust him, he did. His whole brain was categorized different from before just because the island was weird. "So. Where to, Mr. Stark?"

"My lab is..." He took a dizzying moment to get his bearings with CCTV and the city map in his brain. "Due east. Might be a bit dusty. I can't remember the last time I was there." Then added as he made his way in that direction, "Mr. Barnes."

Bucky had already had a 'Tony' almost slip out once or twice today. He'd get there. At some point.

Right now, he was looking around as he followed along. Getting his bearings. "You have a lot of labs?"

"Had," Tony corrected, keeping away from the general flow of traffic. "Most were raided by SHIELD. They're a... sort of international law enforcement agency. Or espionage. Depends who you ask."

Oh, Bucky would have more than enough time in his life to get sick of SHIELD.

"And which view is yours?"

They really were the... good-ish guys.

"A little of both. Would prefer it wasn't currently run by a psychopath who wants my head on a pike, though."

They better not run into Nick here. It'd just get awkward.

For so many reasons.

"... That's quite the description."

There would be squinting and not even subtle remarks about losing an eye.

"That's Norman Osborn."

"I'll make a note of that name." Not that he'd do much with it, probably. He was still looking around. It was unsettling, really, the way things looked familiar yet not.

"Ridiculous," he muttered mostly to himself.

And Tony was keeping a wary eye out for anyone who might be unsavory or want to, you know, turn him into the proper authorities.

"What's so ridiculous?"

Might want to shelf that conversation for now, boys. It would seem that a certain group was either on the look out for Stark or just got really lucky today. Because a certain snake themed villainess was here to knock you both out for some friendly kidnapping.

Really friendly.

Into the sewer.

Yeah, Bucky would have to forgive him for this bullshit. But, oddly enough, that wasn't Tony's first thought as he came, arms tied behind his back on the floor of a suspiciously spacious sewer.

New York. Go figure.

"...Barnes?" he whispered, trying to see in the dim light.

Bucky's head hurt. At first, there was nothing but blackness, and it didn't get much better even as he swam back to consciousness. But, his eyes blinked open.

"–– the hell?" he asked, weakly. Mostly addressing himself, really.

"Oh, thank god," Tony breathed, trying to shuffle closer to him. "Can you move?"

"A little?" Bucky offered, after checking. So, that was great. His head hurt and his arms were tied. "What the hell, Tony?"

Sure, now he went there.

"We'll get you out of here," Tony promised, giving himself the start of a headache as he strained to catch any wireless signal down here. "I promise."

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