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And the part that’s starting to frighten him a little? Tony has no idea what is going on. Sure, he’s terrifyingly brilliant and could make virtually anything technology related stand up and do a dance, but after watching him tear around the complex protected by his Iron Man suit like a madman for the past hour, he started to think that maybe even Stark was in over his head.
Oh god. Did that robot just dance by doing the hustle?
When a crack of power from the reactor burned a familiar sigil into the wall, Coulson pulled out his phone and began to scroll through a very select group of phone numbers. It was time to call in some backup. Aliens he could handle. This? This was something else entirely and he knew exactly who to call.
“You shouldn’t have this number.”
“Good to hear from you too, Bobby. I’ve got a little problem. One that’s right up your alley.”
The old hunter set down his coffee, giving his full attention to the voice on the phone. The last time he’d worked with Coulson, they’d fought off a demonic invasion in Vermont. One they’d both barely survived. “I’m listening.”
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“Dean, dude, slow down.”
“What? Sammy, we’re gonna meet Tony freaking Stark. The Iron Man! How can you not be more psyched about that? Isn’t he like the poster boy for computer nerds everywhere?” Dean can’t help but grin like a little kid as they roar down a back road, heading for Stark Labs. Iron Man. He’s going to meet freaking Iron Man.
Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, Sam scrolled along the few images that Bobby had sent on from his contact. “Wait a sec. Dean.. the Arc reactor burned an Enochian sigil into the wall.” One that he almost recognized too. Of course with Dean racing down the road, he couldn’t exactly get to his laptop without risking wearing a cup of scalding hot coffee.
“So it’s some kind of possessed computer. We’ll kick it’s ass and get our picture taken with Iron Man. Hey, you think he knows Thor?”
Rolling his eyes fondly, Sam turned his attention back to the pictures that Bobby was forwarding along from his contact. Wild flashes of power, crackling blue-white plasma, a flash of red and gold that could only be Iron Man and..
No. No it can’t be. It’s not possible. “Stop the car, Dean. I have to call Bobby, this can’t be right.”
“What? What’d he send Sam?” All of the boyish excitement was gone in an instant, replaced with the calm intensity of the hunt. He might be meeting a superhero, but he still had his own job to do. What Sam showed him made his blood run cold and a rather impressive streak of profanity slip free.
Iron Man was covered in cotton candy and Skittles.
“Gabriel.”