Manhattan, 1990
Tony's college friend was having a party so obviously he had to turn up. He was 20. He couldn't spend the best years of his life behind a desk just yet. That was for later years. He wanted a few more years of freedom before all the responsibilities of being Howard Stark's son kicked in.
He decided to get another beer from the table in the corner of the room and began to make his way over. There was a girl standing there that was just his type. Beautiful.
"Hey honey?" Tony said flirtatiously as he reached for the beer.
The girl was having none of it, "Don't call me honey you asshole!" she shouted back at him. She grabbed his beer right out of his hand and stumbled off with it.
"It's no use," said a voice from behind Tony. He turned to see a tall, muscular man looking back at him. "I already tried." The man chuckled and pointed to a large red mark across his cheek. The man handed Tony another beer and took a swig of his own.
Tony stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Tony."
"George." The man replied, shaking Tony's hand.
"So what brings you here. I haven't seen you before," Tony asked.
"My friend Micheal dragged me down here. Convinced me I'd meet a girl."
"C'mon dude. You seriously thought that," Tony laughed.
"It's a college party and we're all young. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of hope," George said defensively.
"Never said there was."
This continued for a good half hour, just getting to know each other and they found out they had a lot on common. George was 21 and had also graduated from MIT. He and Tony had a conversation on robotics. It quickly changed to girls though. George offered to be Tony's wingman if he would be his. Of course Tony had to agree as he was having some difficulty in that area.
The two men made their way into the main party and tried to hit on some girls but it felt as if they had a curse put on them as no one was interested.
Their unlucky streak went on the whole night and both men gave up eventually. They made their way outside and began to walk down the not so busy street.
"It's not our fault these women have no taste. We are great," Tony said, jumping over a crack in the road.
George nodded in agreement and looked up when he saw something fly over his head. This meant that he didn't see the crack and tripped over it, smacking his face on the concrete. He just lay there out of pure embarrassment.
Tony fell to the floor, clutching his stomach, dying of laughter. Soon enough, there were two slightly drunk men, laughing there asses off on the floor and one of them with a nose bleed. What a sight that was to see for a passer by.
George was the first to regain himself and he stood up, wiping the dirt of his shirt. He brought his hand to his nose and said, "It's not broken." Tony gave him a thumbs up from the floor before getting up himself.
"Do you need a tissue or something?" He asked.
"Nah I'm all good," George mumbled because he had his head tipped back and he was pinching the bridge of his nose to prevent more blood coming out. It didn't hurt him as he had been through a lot worse.
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"Hey dude, do you like baseball?" Tony asked George out of the blue.
"Yeah I do. I actually played in high school. Why?"
"There's a game next week. Yankees vs Blue Jays. I got an extra ticket. You wanna come with me? My dad got them for us but he cancelled again."
"Of course. Thanks. Where shall we meet? Bar or what."
Tony thought for a moment before saying, "How about we meet at my place, then we drive down. My friend Rhodey's coming as well. That'll make 3. "
"Sounds good." Tony gave George his house number and the time to meet and then they went their separate ways. Tony was excited that he had a friend that didn't even ask about his dad once the whole night. It was nice being apart from the Stark name once in a while.
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George opened the door to his run down apartment and turned on the lights. They flickered for a while before choosing a brightness. He removed his glove, the metal glistening in the light of the bulb.
He walked to the fridge, ignoring the man sitting on his couch. He took out a bottle of water and sat at the counter.
"Солдат с отчетом о выполнении задания." ("Mission report soldier.") Vasily Karpov demanded from his place in front of the tv.
"Пока что успешно. Он понятия не имеет. Я постараюсь получить больше информации на следующей неделе." ("So far successful. He has no idea. I will try to get more information next week.")
Vasily seemed pleased enough with his answer and began to leave but stopped. He reminded the soldier that this whole operation relies on his interactions with Howard Stark's son and his fake backstory of MIT should help get more information from the inside. At that he marched out of the door, leaving it wide open behind him.
The soldier got up from his seat and slammed the door with his metal arm. The wood of the door splintered but he payed no attention to it. It was a daily occurrence. He would break one thing, get it replaced and break another. He was surprised they had allowed him to camp out on his own.
He went into his bedroom and pulled open his closet. He dug through the middle draw and took out the files he had hidden in there.
He set them down on the small desk and flicked through the mission. What information he needed, when he needed it, who to report back to, what he needed to do when he got everything and who he was working with.
He wasn't happy that he was working with another soldier. By this time he was used to working solo missions and that was carved on stone. But that stone had been smashed into pieces when the mission was first discussed.
The men in charge believed that this mission was too risky to be left to one soldier. Even their strongest and best one. So they put the second best on the case as well but he worked behind the scenes.
The Winter Soldier was a real pain in his ass. He would constantly get in the way in training and he would scream so loud every night. It would drive The Silver Soldier up the wall. And Primus Miles was sick of it all. He just knew that the other soldier would find a way to mess up the mission. He just didn't know how yet.
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