The Striker pauses before following Natasha in, reaching out and touching the wall beside her. A second is enough to ground the nervous static she feels building on her armor. She doesn't need it here - and if she knows engineers at all Stark won't thank her for carrying a charge into his workspace.
But once she steps inside and glances around the room, Blaze finds herself relaxing a little. This lab is almost homely. If there's any familiarity to it, it's a quiet kind she can easily ignore. Mostly she just has the impression that a very busy mind lives here, before the man himself speaks up and her optics land on him again.
"Hah!" Her chuckle carries her surprise: that's not the kind of reception she expected. Natasha's standing aside, so the Exo steps into the middle of the room, stopping there and tilting her head at Stark. This is the man who drove Steve into exile. The man they have to be so wary of approaching. The man who holds her best and only chance of overcoming the Nightmare that haunts her.
He doesn't look that bad. Or that dangerous, though she's heard enough of him to know better. Odds are he and his security are sizing her up pretty effectively, and she almost wants to know what he could pull if he had to. Still, right now the scariest thing about Tony Stark is how much she might be going to tell him.
"I'm not sure if that's flattery," she says. "Wasn't Ultron the guy who tried to kill you?" She'll ask Ghost for a picture later. Now is the time for courtesies, so she gives Stark a polite salute. "Blaze-37. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Stark."
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on 2018-06-11 07:57 pm (UTC)But once she steps inside and glances around the room, Blaze finds herself relaxing a little. This lab is almost homely. If there's any familiarity to it, it's a quiet kind she can easily ignore. Mostly she just has the impression that a very busy mind lives here, before the man himself speaks up and her optics land on him again.
"Hah!" Her chuckle carries her surprise: that's not the kind of reception she expected. Natasha's standing aside, so the Exo steps into the middle of the room, stopping there and tilting her head at Stark. This is the man who drove Steve into exile. The man they have to be so wary of approaching. The man who holds her best and only chance of overcoming the Nightmare that haunts her.
He doesn't look that bad. Or that dangerous, though she's heard enough of him to know better. Odds are he and his security are sizing her up pretty effectively, and she almost wants to know what he could pull if he had to. Still, right now the scariest thing about Tony Stark is how much she might be going to tell him.
"I'm not sure if that's flattery," she says. "Wasn't Ultron the guy who tried to kill you?" She'll ask Ghost for a picture later. Now is the time for courtesies, so she gives Stark a polite salute. "Blaze-37. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Stark."