The echo of the explosion jolts Howard Stark awake.
He's a little disoriented, and more so when he realizes he's sitting on the sidewalk. Hadn't he just been in the Hotel? This looked like the Sky Sector - where Tony's house would be. The one he'd share with Gene. (He'd been trying not to think about it, and had decided to sleep on it before getting more upset. He trusted his son; he didn't trust Gene.) And yet, here he is.
He stands up and shakes his head to clear it. This better not be some petty revenge from Gene for how poorly he'd taken the news. This isn't so bad; he recognizes the area. He isn't too far away from Tony's house.
Ten minutes later, he's walking by it on the way to the Hotel and is...a little baffled, because it looks more complete than it had a few days ago. And lived-in. So he knocks on the door.
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Virgil Potts, on the other hand, is completely at a loss.
The rolling sound like thunder had awoken him, and after a groggy moment, he realizes he has no idea where he is. It looks almost like Manhattan, but the buildings are all wrong. Everything is different. The people are different. He's pretty sure he's dreaming.
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Xin Zhang keeps to the alleys, in the darkness. It's sheer coincidence - or a cruel trick from the Dreaming - that he sees his stepson walk past, and follows him at a distance, blending into the crowds. The very strange crowds.
He must be dreaming; if the boy had made to dispose of him, why leave him the ring? Unless he was as big a fool as Zhang had always thought.
He loses Temujin in the crowd, but not before tracking him to the Sky Sector. He'll bide his time. He's good at that.
April 15 | a little early for father's day...
He's a little disoriented, and more so when he realizes he's sitting on the sidewalk. Hadn't he just been in the Hotel? This looked like the Sky Sector - where Tony's house would be. The one he'd share with Gene. (He'd been trying not to think about it, and had decided to sleep on it before getting more upset. He trusted his son; he didn't trust Gene.) And yet, here he is.
He stands up and shakes his head to clear it. This better not be some petty revenge from Gene for how poorly he'd taken the news. This isn't so bad; he recognizes the area. He isn't too far away from Tony's house.
Ten minutes later, he's walking by it on the way to the Hotel and is...a little baffled, because it looks more complete than it had a few days ago. And lived-in. So he knocks on the door.
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Virgil Potts, on the other hand, is completely at a loss.
The rolling sound like thunder had awoken him, and after a groggy moment, he realizes he has no idea where he is. It looks almost like Manhattan, but the buildings are all wrong. Everything is different. The people are different. He's pretty sure he's dreaming.
----
Xin Zhang keeps to the alleys, in the darkness. It's sheer coincidence - or a cruel trick from the Dreaming - that he sees his stepson walk past, and follows him at a distance, blending into the crowds. The very strange crowds.
He must be dreaming; if the boy had made to dispose of him, why leave him the ring? Unless he was as big a fool as Zhang had always thought.
He loses Temujin in the crowd, but not before tracking him to the Sky Sector. He'll bide his time. He's good at that.
And he'll make the whelp pay.