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misterstark) wrote2013-05-30 12:23 am
misterstark) wrote2013-05-30 12:23 am
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21st Century Smash & Grab
Title: 21st Century Smash & Grab
Characters: Howard Stark, Jane Foster
Verse: Earth Zero
Howard Stark considers himself to be a patient man. You didn't build a better tomorrow by doing a rush job, after all. Engineering took time. So did making money. He could wait. He'd made an art out of waiting. The whole damn war had been a case of going nowhere fast.
That said, he'd been cooling his heels here for too long. They'd tried to throw a line about him being in a hospital in New York, but while this might be New York, this sure as hell wasn't a hospital. Too many concealed weapons for that. He'd let them have their sham, though. No skin off his back. The WAC on duty had been pretty. She'd had a nice wiggle, too.
That'd only kept him entertained for the first hour, though. After that, Howard had knocked the WAC out and stolen her gun, and then he'd demanded answers. That had been a little shortsighted. Being in the future was great. Being kept on a short leash wasn't. The most he'd seen is Fury's cellphone, the TV in his new room, and the cityscape outside the window. Which led Howard to where he was now: skulking through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hallways, looking for a goddamn exit.
There had to be a way out of here. It was just a matter of finding it. Or suckering someone into leading him to it. Howard wasn't picky.
Characters: Howard Stark, Jane Foster
Verse: Earth Zero
Howard Stark considers himself to be a patient man. You didn't build a better tomorrow by doing a rush job, after all. Engineering took time. So did making money. He could wait. He'd made an art out of waiting. The whole damn war had been a case of going nowhere fast.
That said, he'd been cooling his heels here for too long. They'd tried to throw a line about him being in a hospital in New York, but while this might be New York, this sure as hell wasn't a hospital. Too many concealed weapons for that. He'd let them have their sham, though. No skin off his back. The WAC on duty had been pretty. She'd had a nice wiggle, too.
That'd only kept him entertained for the first hour, though. After that, Howard had knocked the WAC out and stolen her gun, and then he'd demanded answers. That had been a little shortsighted. Being in the future was great. Being kept on a short leash wasn't. The most he'd seen is Fury's cellphone, the TV in his new room, and the cityscape outside the window. Which led Howard to where he was now: skulking through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hallways, looking for a goddamn exit.
There had to be a way out of here. It was just a matter of finding it. Or suckering someone into leading him to it. Howard wasn't picky.
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Typically, SHIELD left her alone and only called her in for consultations, the occasional update on everything she was doing that took all day. Like today. All they did was waste her time and it made her cranky. Now, she walked through the halls at her own pace, blaming it on her short legs even though she was late for a meeting with Coulson. If they were going to waste her time, she was going to waste theirs. Yeah, okay, maybe it was unreasonable, and not the best logic, but even scientists could be petulant from time to time.
She turned a corner, hands shoved into the pockets of her skinny jeans and her messenger bag slung over one shoulder, the weight of it causing her to lean away a little for balance. She wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings, too busy watching her feet as she walked.