Erik felt his jaw lock slightly as the man took a seat beside him. Invisible fingers curled around that metal disc, pulsing with light and a false sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t new, but the way it felt this time was something curious. There was a different life that beat in the light that poured from Stark’s chest. This wasn’t the Stark he had fought years ago. This was some hotshot on a flickering winning streak.
Pressing the butt of his first cigarette into the ashtray provided, Erik flexed his fingers and retracted his probing mind from the Avenger’s reactor. When the bartender looked at him, he gently waved his hand in a polite ‘no’. He didn’t want Stark paying for his drinks.
Tony could sense something for a moment, a strange pull near his chest but thought nothing of it, perhaps it was the symbiote getting accustomed to the amount he had to use his unibeam, the way it tried to move over the reactor was strange - then again they had minds of their own, strange senses too.
Tony side eye’d, he noticed the man next to him r efused the offer and shrugged it off. “Double for me then, I’ll drink on his behalf.” He winked at the young, quite strapping bartender and leaned forward, taking a quick shot of the double.
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