Magneto let the cigarette rest loosely between his fingertips. Where he stood, alcohol trailed all the way to Stark and his healing friend. It would be an interesting experiment to see how well this system could handle fire.
“I should ask the same of you.” Really Stark, bringing out that suit at a time like this? It could have been a simple fall. You could have taken it and things would have been much easier than they were now. Then again, Stark was always like this. He would always be like this.
That’s what made things so much fun.
“Your little toy will dull eventually, just as all your other suits have. It’s just a matter of time.”
Tony’s communicay rang and he held his palm up to magneto while he answered, casually in a ‘hold on’ gesture. “Yeah? Right right, I’ll be there. Tell the old man to keep his socks on– no Strange, I’m trying to deal with something right now… Okay, fine, tell Black Bolt to keep T'challa hushed, he’s good at that.” Tony leaned down and picked up the man at his feet, carrying him effortlessly under his arm as his helmet folded over his face, masking him perfectly.
“Sorry sweets, I need to go. More important stuff to deal with. Don’t wet any more blankets, will you?” His thrusters flared and he carried the man up into the sky with him, dropping the man on the roof top of the nearest hospital before flying off to deal with what the Illuminati had in mind.
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