Percival || Charles Isherwood Spencer-Banks (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
grailknight) wrote2016-05-17 01:55 pm
grailknight) wrote2016-05-17 01:55 pm
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It had been some years since Charles had been on the grounds of the former Howard Stark facility. Now it didn't in any stretch of the imagination resemble its more humble beginnings as merely awarehouse. It was a sprawling and active privately ran base, being overseen and staffed by the Avengers and their many associates.
Charles was greeted at the door by FRIDAY, who confirmed his identification and allowed him access into the facility, giving him directions to find her boss, Tony Stark, in her light Irish lilt. He had always been impressed by Tony's imagination and ingenuity; there were no limits to either. Tony's work with the Avengers had seemed to open him up to other avenues that the man might not have one time given any thought to.
The last time Charles had seen Tony was at his husband James's funeral, mere months before the nightmare that was Ultron and the fall of Sokovia. Except for a few e-mails exchanged between them, his contact with Tony had been limited. Now seemed like the perfect time to reconnect, when Tony was left reeling in the aftermath of a catastrophe in Logos, another with the UN, and a team shakeup. Charles had managed to come across other details--such as the detainment of half the team on a floating fortress known as "The Raft", a facility that was barely hinted at in the Sokovia Accords (a document that Charles had also managed to get his hands on.)
Charles began to slow his pace when he came to a large window that was overlooking the grounds. There was peace to be found here, he thought. It had a favour of home.
Charles was greeted at the door by FRIDAY, who confirmed his identification and allowed him access into the facility, giving him directions to find her boss, Tony Stark, in her light Irish lilt. He had always been impressed by Tony's imagination and ingenuity; there were no limits to either. Tony's work with the Avengers had seemed to open him up to other avenues that the man might not have one time given any thought to.
The last time Charles had seen Tony was at his husband James's funeral, mere months before the nightmare that was Ultron and the fall of Sokovia. Except for a few e-mails exchanged between them, his contact with Tony had been limited. Now seemed like the perfect time to reconnect, when Tony was left reeling in the aftermath of a catastrophe in Logos, another with the UN, and a team shakeup. Charles had managed to come across other details--such as the detainment of half the team on a floating fortress known as "The Raft", a facility that was barely hinted at in the Sokovia Accords (a document that Charles had also managed to get his hands on.)
Charles began to slow his pace when he came to a large window that was overlooking the grounds. There was peace to be found here, he thought. It had a favour of home.
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Picking up the bottle, he refilled their glasses and he sighed under his breath.
"'Advisor.'" He let the world roll through his mouth as he contemplated the suggestion, eyeing him as if he wasn't sure how to take that. "You know I don't like being told what to do, right?"
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He nodded in thanks and placed the glass to his lips.
"It is my understanding that there have ever been only two people who have been able to tell you what to do. I can be a sounding board. Nothing more."
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He didn't know if that was what was better for him or not, but he was doing it, anyway. When Charles mentioned about the two people that have been able to tell him what to do, Tony gave him a faint smile. Because even with them, Tony generally ended up doing whatever the hell he wanted to do anyway and damn the consequences. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing, but whatever.
"Thanks," he answered after another sip of his drink. "I'll keep that in mind." Whether or not he would take him up on that, he wasn't sure. With everything that had happened in Siberia, he felt too exposed to really let anyone in right now, but he wasn't lying when he said he would keep his offer in mind.
"Do you want me to show you to your room? In case you want to get settled in, I mean."