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We can talk when you swing by to pick him up, then.

[Seriously. It hurts Tony's soul to see all the fixes he could make. It wouldn't even take that long.]

And where do I pick him up from tomorrow, Mr. Stark?

Tony. I'll send you the address.

[ Steve "calls" Tony before heading out. He's in no rush, though. The walk there gives him time to get a sense of this literally alien city. It's truly incredible the lengths to which technology has grown. It's every cheesy movie come to life around him.

Although, that being said, what he's truly excited to see is this warehouse full of one man's technology—a technology that far surpasses what the best minds in the US military have engineered. ]

Hello?

[ If he can find the guy in this warehouse. ]

One moment, Colonel Rogers.

[The voice that comes is polite, British, and seems to have no particular source. But apparently it isn't lying, because a moment or so later, Tony himself appears from what looks like a stairway tucked into the very back of the floor.]

Hey. Come to pick up your buddy?

... Thank you?

[ Are you supposed to respond back to a disembodied voice? Well, he's gonna because that's how a good man is raised. ]

I have. Hope he wasn't too difficult to fix without a power source.

Nah. Power sources are kind of a specialty.

[Though the looks he'd gotten at thing have really made him wonder how Steve powers it, but that's something he can bring up later.

For now, he gestures for Steve to follow and leads him around a few workstations to where the large armor is sitting calmly. And looking extremely shiny, because apparently Tony decided to give it a nice buff while he was at it. Why not?]

I really wish you'd let me make some upgrades.

[ Well Steve is very happy with the shine, yes. The red and gold coloring gleams, though not as vibrantly as Tony's own suit. Whatever coating he uses, it's definitely better.

And here comes the talk of upgrades again. It's rare to find someone so passionate about improving his partner like Steve is. Tony's practically salivating, so he may as well throw the poor man a bone. ]

I sure wouldn't mind zipping around like you...

[ The Mark II has repulsors, but they aren't powerful enough to get him airborne. It's more of a deterring blast than anything else. ]

Who would?

[Tony leans his hip against the worktable, looking just a bit pleased.]

I can probably manage that, but I'd need to mess with the power draw more. Takes a lot more energy to get airborne, especially for this monstrosity.

[As if he's not giving the armor an almost fond look.]

Yeah... [ And that's the problem. ] I don't know if my heart could take it.

[ With a white undershirt and blue oxford shirt, neither can do much to keep the red glow from his chest hidden. He taps at the chest plate below. ]

Ah.

[Yeah, he hadn't been going to ask. But oh, does Tony understand that one. His eyes flick briefly down towards the glow before he nods once/]

Okay so, less power draw, more alternate power source.

[ Alternate, huh? ]

Doesn't yours work off the physioneural output from your heart?

[ ooc: marvel totally made up this word, so they basically mean like the electric energy produced by the heart that fires through the nervous system or whatever. ]

Uh, no.

[Tony blinks once, because. What?]

It works from a-- you know what, hang on.

[And he walks over to where his suit is parked and carefully pulls the glowing arc reactor out of it's chest. He holds it up as he walks back over.]

This. It's an arc reactor.

... That's it? [ Maybe that sounds harsh, but Steve is completely astonished by how small it is. His power source takes up most of his chest. And the amount of scar tissue to get it all to fit— ]

It's not connected at all to you. [ Daaaang. ] The future's looking pretty bright.

[Tony huffs out something that might be a laugh.]

It used to be. [He taps absently at his own sternum, in case it isn't clear.]

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