SARCASM | t.stark [o.h]

eight.

CHAPTER EIGHT.
NEW YORK REVELATIONS.

STEVE AND ALEXIOS SET off to find Tony. The blonde followed Steve until he stopped at the large room where the cell used to be. It was just empty now, the cell was gone and there was no telling where it was.

They found Tony on the other side of the room, staring blankly in the silence. Steve crossed his arms and leaned back against the rail. Alexios swallowed, her expression remaining cold as she stood next to Steve, resting her hands on her hips. She cocked her head to the side slightly, wondering what was going on through Stark's brain. Alex sighed softly before glancing at Steve and raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Was he married?" Steve asked, looking up from his feet to the genius.

Tony answered, "No. There was a cellist, I think."

"I'm sorry," Steve apologized gently. "He seemed like a good man."

"He was an idiot," Tony scoffed, turning to look at the two blondes.

"Phil Coulson was not an idiot." Alexios snapped, feeling slight anger at the attack on the man who was dead. "Phil wasn't anything but, and you know that, Tony."

"Why? For believing?" Steve questioned.

Tony walked backwards away from the platform and turned to walk towards them. "For taking on Loki alone." He replied.

"He was doing his job." Steve reminded.

Alexios rolled her eyes, "He was doing what a lot of us would've done."

"He was out of his league," Tony stated, "He should've waited. He should've..."

Tony stopped in tracts and Steve pushed himself up from the railing. Alexios watched as he approached Stark, her eye level falling a little bit lower than it should have as Steve walked off. She quickly returned her attention back up and to the conversation of the men.

"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony."

"Right," Tony muttered, rolling his eyes. "I've heard that before."

"Come on, Stark." Alexios warned, her tone dropping lower as she groaned.

"Is this the first time you lost a soldier?" Steve asked as Tony walked past him, turning around to face the genius.

Tony spun around quickly, glaring at Steve. He snapped, "We are not soldiers!" He went quiet for a moment, seeming as if he regretted his sudden outburst. Tony shook his head, "I'm not marching to Fury's fife."

"Neither are we," Steve motioned between him and Alexios, having discussed that moments earlier. "He's got the same blood on his hands that Loki does. But right now, we got to put that behind us and get this done. Loki needs a power source. If we can put together a list..."