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A man stood in the center of Stark Tower. That in its self may not be usal. Plenty of workers pause their waiting for friends or cars. However it was obvious this man wasn't. The sun glasses he was waring indoors, admitedily to cover a black eye, where one of the least obvious. He was also adorned in a motercycle jacket and boots with some woren jeans and tee with a small earing in his ear. Its the duffel bag over his shoulder that set the scurity gaurds on edge, he smiled easily at them as they moved closer.
"Gentalmen." He aknolged them, his english accent giving them the slightest of pause before they took the bag from him searching it for bombs as he himself was searched. After finding no firearms or bomb matries the bag was handed back to him as he was lead to a interagation room, the man didn't even look fased as if this was the plan.
It was.
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"Sir." JARVIS's voice started, pausing the Avengers and Phils movie morning. It was going to be night but Phils wound was against that option is seemed. "Security has just detained a man in the lobby."
"So lett them deal with it. Thats what they're paid for." Tony said dismisively.
"They have taken him to interigation. He has no wepons on his person however he just standing in the lobby. He refuses to answer their questions."
"Any ID?" Steve asked. JARVIS pulled up a photo of the man and the mans pass port proclaming him a duel citizan if Britan and France by the name of Gregory Lestrade.
Phil raised a weriy hand to the brige of his nose pintching it to stave of the head ache that was bond to come from this. "JARVIS tell security to send him up. I know him."