[It ends up not being as soon as he expected. Steve, being the decent all-around good person that he is, stops to barter with a dude selling actual human coffee. Ridiculously expensive coffee. He actually debates about whether it's worth it but hey, someone needs to extend an olive branch here. Can't say that he isn't trying.
Steve doesn't have any of those credit things on him but he manages to convince the guy to let him do a few odd jobs for it. Dropping off a couple of packages and picking up a few things from other merchants.
When he shows up at the apartment, the cup is still warm too. Now Tony pretty much has to tell him. He crosses to the room the older man is locked in and knocks on his door.]
[He was just about to ask where the hell Steve ran off to when he shows up knocking at his door. With coffee. Tony just stares at it once the door is open.]
[Captain America just traded his time for a cup of coffee. ...Tony has no idea what to say to that. So instead he just stares at the cup of coffee, then almost hesitantly takes it.]
But hey, you know. It's cool. I mean, it's warm, and it's good, so. ...Thanks.
[He's kind of hoping you've forgotten why you're here in the first place, Steve, and he's staring up at you expectantly waiting for you to make your move. Leave or stay.]
[He can tell when someone is going to be relentless in that off-hand sort of way, and he read the comics long long ago as a kid. Captain America was stubborn, wouldn't back down until he got his answers. So fine. He'll give in, and he mutters the words around the rim of the cup of coffee.]
[Come on Rogers keep up. He's not one to repeat himself when it comes to things like this. He makes a vague gesture with his hand once he grimaces at the blackness of the coffee.]
The palladium. It's for my heart. You know. [And another gesture, this time at his reactor, still partially visible under his shirt.]
[He can't keep up if he hadn't known in advance! All he knows is he has a reactor in his chest but Steve hasn't the faintest idea what it actually does.]
No, I don't know. They never said what it was for in your file, just that it powered the suit.
Oh, well. Good job, Fury. The lying, scheming patchface learned some discretion after all. Anyway. Yeah.
[He taps his reactor in a well-known personal rhythm and plays it off like it's nothing. Even though it's everything.]
It's just a back-up. Palladium is kind of extremely toxic when it's in your body for extended periods of time but you work with what you have, I guess. Don't exactly have the tools I need to build a prismatic accelerator for the vibranium one. Not yet.
[Yes, SHIELD sucks and he doesn't trust him but they can't just assume he's awful person because of it.]
What does the palladium do?
[Sorry if his questions are irritating but he has no idea how that sort of thing works. He doesn't know exactly what the accelerator does either but that's not important right now and if Tony needs it, then he needs it.]
He's been hiding HYDRA weapons and refitting them for his own nefarious purposes, Rogers. He's that bad.
[But now's not the time for that fight. That can come later.]
It's basically the heart of my heart. Well, okay, no, that's not entirely accurate. All the reactor is is a tiny little car battery attached to an electro magnet - you following me here? Because I'm not repeating this - that keeps the shrapnel in my chest from shredding my heart into a ton of tiny little pieces of tissue and mass. The palladium is what makes it react along with a few dozen other materials all carefully crafted into a tiny little space. The accelerator is a whole different ball game. For that what I really need... is JARVIS.
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I'll be back soon.
[It ends up not being as soon as he expected. Steve, being the decent all-around good person that he is, stops to barter with a dude selling actual human coffee. Ridiculously expensive coffee. He actually debates about whether it's worth it but hey, someone needs to extend an olive branch here. Can't say that he isn't trying.
Steve doesn't have any of those credit things on him but he manages to convince the guy to let him do a few odd jobs for it. Dropping off a couple of packages and picking up a few things from other merchants.
When he shows up at the apartment, the cup is still warm too. Now Tony pretty much has to tell him. He crosses to the room the older man is locked in and knocks on his door.]
Here, take this. It's burning my fingers.
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[He was just about to ask where the hell Steve ran off to when he shows up knocking at his door. With coffee. Tony just stares at it once the door is open.]
What is that.
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Coffee.
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...You just got me coffee.
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[Confused, he is confused.]
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[Why would you do that.]
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[Because you asked him to!]
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[You are a strange thing. Tony doesn't understand you.]
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[He shrugs--it's no big deal.]
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Is there something wrong with it?
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...Thanks. I was just joking you know. About the coffee.
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Steve kind of stares at him for a second.]
Oh.
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[He's kind of hoping you've forgotten why you're here in the first place, Steve, and he's staring up at you expectantly waiting for you to make your move. Leave or stay.]
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[How's that working out for you?]
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My heart.
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Also, you think you're explaining things but you're not. He just looks confused.]
I'm sorry?
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The palladium. It's for my heart. You know. [And another gesture, this time at his reactor, still partially visible under his shirt.]
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No, I don't know. They never said what it was for in your file, just that it powered the suit.
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[He taps his reactor in a well-known personal rhythm and plays it off like it's nothing. Even though it's everything.]
It's just a back-up. Palladium is kind of extremely toxic when it's in your body for extended periods of time but you work with what you have, I guess. Don't exactly have the tools I need to build a prismatic accelerator for the vibranium one. Not yet.
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[Yes, SHIELD sucks and he doesn't trust him but they can't just assume he's awful person because of it.]
What does the palladium do?
[Sorry if his questions are irritating but he has no idea how that sort of thing works. He doesn't know exactly what the accelerator does either but that's not important right now and if Tony needs it, then he needs it.]
What do you need to... build an accelerator?
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He's been hiding HYDRA weapons and refitting them for his own nefarious purposes, Rogers. He's that bad.
[But now's not the time for that fight. That can come later.]
It's basically the heart of my heart. Well, okay, no, that's not entirely accurate. All the reactor is is a tiny little car battery attached to an electro magnet - you following me here? Because I'm not repeating this - that keeps the shrapnel in my chest from shredding my heart into a ton of tiny little pieces of tissue and mass. The palladium is what makes it react along with a few dozen other materials all carefully crafted into a tiny little space. The accelerator is a whole different ball game. For that what I really need... is JARVIS.
[Now you'll never get him to shut up. Good job.]
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