[ Anthony Edward Stark is actually the very last person Steve ever expects to see again. Well, alive anyway. His forward momentum halts as well, a flabbergasted expression filtering across his face. Tony. Is. On the train. Alive. And. On the train.
For a few seconds, he just can't process and ends up staring.
It's kind of like High Noon in a silent western. All that's missing is the tumbleweeds and dramatic music from a dinky little piano in one corner. Steve gets the feeling, as the seconds tick by, that he's going to be the one who breaks this standoff. ]
Stark?
[ Okay, well. Not the brightest thing he's ever said, but the disbelief in his tone will have to convey his astonishment adequately. That, and the way he's suddenly moving forward, a mixture of relief and grief and annoyance replacing the shock. ]
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For a few seconds, he just can't process and ends up staring.
It's kind of like High Noon in a silent western. All that's missing is the tumbleweeds and dramatic music from a dinky little piano in one corner. Steve gets the feeling, as the seconds tick by, that he's going to be the one who breaks this standoff. ]
Stark?
[ Okay, well. Not the brightest thing he's ever said, but the disbelief in his tone will have to convey his astonishment adequately. That, and the way he's suddenly moving forward, a mixture of relief and grief and annoyance replacing the shock. ]
Tony, is. It's you? Really you?