The street lights had been shot out. The only light illuminating the small street was from the moon.
In the middle of said street stood a short man in a long black trenchcoat and freshly polished black shoes. Beside him on the ground sat a thick brown case. He looked down at his wrist, pulled back the sleeve of his coat and shook his head.
He seemed to be waiting for someone and by the looks of things, said someone, was running late. The man let out a huff of annoyance and pressed a finger to a small object in his ear.
"Rhodey, Pep, anything?" He asked calmly. A female voice crackled through the comm in the man's ear.
"Nothing yet, Tony, but I'm sure they'll be here soon." Pepper reassured. Tony huffed again and removed his hand from the comm.
He put his right hand in his pocket and brought his left hand up towards his face. He began to study the black ring tattoo on his ring finger. Everyone had one. It was supposed to turn to a real golden ring when your soulmate touched you for the first time, but Tony didn't believe that. "Tones, we got incoming." Rhodey's voice said confidently through the comm.
"Copy that." Tony replied as he heard a soft pair of footsteps approaching from behind him. "A beautiful night, isn't it." Tony called, turning around quickly to face thesiloetedfigure of a tall man with long hair.
"Indeed. Perfect for a walk." The stranger replied, using the code words Tony had instructed them to use. Tony smirked and held a finger to his ear.
"It's our guy." Thesiloetedman stepped closer.
"You have my weapons?" He asked gruffly. Tony studied him carefully, as the man had stepped into the pale moonlight. He wore navy blue suit pants and a white dress shirt with a small emblem on the left side of his chest. Tony leaned in closer to get a better look at the emblem and swore softly. He recognized the emblem. He recognized the emblem a little too well. It was the coat of arms for The Rogers Crime Family.
The top drug smugglers in all of America. They were also the number one enemy for his family, The Stark Crime Family. The number one illegal weapons manufacturer in America.
The two families had been at war for years, both fighting for control over New York. However, they had been stuck in a stalemate for three months now. The two families were too well matched and neither could best the other one.
"Hello, Mr. Stark." The man said with a smirk, pulling Tony out of his thoughts. He rolled up hisleftsleeve to reveal a metal arm with a red star painted onto it. Tony's gaze narrowed.
He recognized the man now to be Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' second in command.
"What are you doing here?" Tony asked with a glare. Bucky merely smirked.
"I'll let Sam answer that for you." Tony frowned. Sam Wilson was Steve Rogers', third in command, but he didn't see him anywhere.
"Goodnight, Stark." A male voice whispered in his ear as a chemical soaked rag was pressed against his nose and mouth, forcing Tony to breath them in. He quickly found himself getting dizzy and tired as he felt his comm being ripped out of his ear. Then everything went dark.