Extremis? Oh yes, he remembered that. The thing that brought that one Stark back to life. But now he was handing it out like condoms? There was something amiss here, and Lehnsherr didn’t quite like it.
The man lit another cigarette, dragging in the nicotine and toxins that burned his lungs since he was young. A Stark in his peacock prime was always fun to mess with.
And the bar stools had metal in the legs.
With a simple twist of his fingers, the stool retracted from beneath Tony Stark. It clattered away, knocking into several of the people that were gathered around the bar. Drinks spilled, glasses broke and gasps rang out as the Avenger clattered to the floor. A bed of booze and shards of glass waited for him.
Tony felt some movement and before he knew it the stool slipped, he almost fell - almost - lucky the symbiote was extremely keen to protect its host and just as he fell his boots formed around his legs, taking the brunt of impact as he managed to recapture his balance by resting on his knees with his palm flat on the ground, slowly but surely getting to his feet.
The rest of his armour formed around his body like a protective cocoon and he glared at the one man that didn’t seem to move. Internally he commanded an analysis, his eyes glowing as data flashed up in his iris about who was before him.
“Well well well, someone visited the fountain of youth. No wonder you’re such a prude…” He said, looking back at the people behind him, checking that they were in good shape before they re-focused on Erik. For a moment his eyes flashed red, bright red, before dimming to blue again.
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