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who. Isaac Clarke, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers
what. Roomies to be.
where. Zeta District
when. Shortly after Isaac's arrival. (exact date will be here one day)
warnings. Language, mostly. Angry men with scary levels of intelligence. Empty threats, probably.

"Shit."

A harsh, frustrated sigh followed by a series of clicks of static. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of light in front of him, familiar and a small sliver of hope.

"Norton? Carver?" No response. Not even another minuscule burst of static.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Those words came out louder, harsher than any others had been in some hope that they would be able to help ease away the anger and frustration pulsing in his veins. It didn't help, not at all.

"How the fuck am I supposed to help Ellie if I can't even figure out what the hell is going on?" His hand moved, slamming against the wall nearest him with a resounding thump. His head fell forward, shoulders bunched and the blue eyes pressing to a tight close as his jaw clenched. He tried to find something in him to calm his nerves, anything to help tame the anger he felt clouding his mind.

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Isaac released a low sound of frustration as his lips parted to correct the dark-haired man. But as the other stepped out of the doorway, he'd been prepared to tell both him and Steve to keep their distance, but his attention was stolen immediately by the glow under the dark fabric.

His eyes shifted towards Steve briefly, as if to confirm the other man didn't have the same before returning his attention to the other. "What's with the light under your shirt?" Isaac countered, shifting back and away from both of them, turning his back to the wall.

"It's some kind of modifiable cutting tool," Steve corrected Tony uncertainly but if the man says it wasn't a gun then he will believe him. For now anyway.

No reactors for him. Steve isn't normal by any means but it was less obvious. He was just well-muscled and maybe a bit stronger than normal.

He glanced to the older man at the question and decided he would just let him answer that one. Clearly this stranger didn't want to answer the question anymore than Tony wanted to tell him what the palladium was for.

Subject change? Yes. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"It's a gun," Tony mutters under his breath at Steve, but whatever, let the weirdo think he has a 'mineral cutting tool'. If you aim it at a person like a gun and it can rip through someone with a single shot, then it's basically a gun.

Tony is standing up straighter the instant that counter-fired question is out of Isaac's mouth, glancing at Steve's very blatant attempt at a change of subject, then back to Isaac. Yes, right. Pleasantries.

Whatever distraction from his anger Steve's arrival had provided was suddenly gone, replaced instead by a familiar and uncomfortable tension and anxiety he told himself he would never truly get over.

"I didn't catch his," Isaac replied, attention focused for a moment on Tony. But he told himself he needed to relax, if just a little, and keep himself on at least one of their good sides.

Attention back on Steve, he sighed, "Isaac Clarke."

He was trying to be relaxed. It wasn't the first time there was a gun thrust in his face and pointed at him. Just keep collected and bad things won't happen. Hopefully.

Of course, his teammate wasn't making things any easier. He ignored the mutter with a flat, exasperated look.

"This is Tony Stark," Steve introduced the man without hesitation. He could argue about it later if he didn't want his name out there. The super-soldier offered a hand smoothly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Everything about this place has Tony on edge. He's paranoid and hesitant to trust because he's not who he was back home. Well, he's still Tony Stark, but he's Tony Stark stripped of everything he had and what he considered to be a part of who he was. This isn't like it was back home, he has to be careful. Watch his step. Not go out and broadcast to the world who he is and what he can do even if he really really wanted to.

So he's going to be suspicious of this guy and his fancy schmancy scrap metal gun and his LED spine, even if it looks like he could know his stuff. Leer a little. Size him up. No big deal.

Tony's silence hadn't gone unnoticed, but Isaac told himself it was better not to say anything to the other man. He knew the look on the other's face for what it was, could place that paranoia anywhere without any doubt. In some strange way, he was willing to bet he could relate to the other man in that sense. But at the same time, Isaac couldn't stop the thought that Tony Stark was someone he had to keep an eye on.

After a moment, he finally shifted his attention back to Steve and the hand he offered. He lifted his own slowly, carefully wrapping it around the soldier's hand with a firm shake.

"Yeah, same."

He really couldn't care less what Tony was thinking. The man was from a different time and one that wasn't particularly noted for its friendliness towards people. Rush, rush, rush and no time to just do someone a kindness.

"Would you like to come in? I can only offer you water but we shouldn't stand in the hall." On top of being rude, it was also dangerous around here. Isaac looked like he could use some time to cool down.

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He's done a lot of kindnesses in his life, thanks. He's not going to tell you about them because you probably help old grandmas cross the road and hold their purses.

"You can keep the gun outside."

Isaac considered the question for a moment. He didn't know these two and honestly, he was wary of this Tony Stark. But at the same time, he was in a strange place and the only person to extend any hand of welcome to him was Steve. It was a dangerous move but Isaac told himself he could handle it, if something went bad and this? This wasn't the most dangerous thing he'd done by any stretch of the imagination.

"Thanks," he offered to Steve with a nod, shifting a bit closer to Steve. His lips parted to say something further but when Tony's words hit him, he let out a heavy, frustrated sigh.

"It's not a gun."

He shifted to the side so he could get out of Isaac's way and let him further into the apartment. Steve gave Tony a long suffering look at the comment too. Why did the older man insist on being difficult? He could understand the uncertainty but this was ridiculous.

"He can't leave it outside. Someone will steal it," he chided and turned back to Isaac.

"Gun or not, still looks like it could do some damage and considering how you pointed it at me I'm guessing it'll kill people. I'd like to ask you leave it on the counter, out of reach."

As a compromise between Isaac and stupid here.

It's not being difficult when you have mild offense at offering a complete stranger a free pass into your home while carrying something that could easily transfer into a weapon. Tony has made guns, many, many guns in his life, and he's had some of them aimed back at him, so he's rightfully paranoid.

Tony utterly ignores that look from Steve and jumps inside to tidy up the place a little, hopefully before Isaac can see them. Like some very particular design specs on some transfer paper, equations for very specific things like arc reactors and armors, and various tidbits of metal and wiring littering the couch.

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