From Physical to Metaphorical
When the firefighters arrive at the scene, they douse the quickly growing fire and bring out a familiar figure from within. His hair is singed slightly and face red from the heat, but he still is able to bring everyone's attention to him, even without meaning to.
"Tony!"
The dazed billionaire looks up to see Bruce break through the crowd and meet him. He gets to his feet and gives him a look and Bruce knows in an instant he isn't forgiven.
"I'm sorry, Tony…I really am…."
"Oh yeah?" Tony looks down to his hands, red from the heat, "Should've thought of that before you broke contact with Natasha and disappeared."
Bruce holds up his hands at about mid-section to try and imply peace, "The…other guy was in charge_"
Tony cuts him off with a look that implies they both know there wasn't discord between the two men in Banner on that decision.
Both men are distracted from their staring vigil as a car pulls up to the scene and only then do they realize how silent the scene had become.
The car door opens and a familiar man steps out, dressed in black leather with a trench coat hiding weapons of the unknown sort to the two men.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." Nick Fury says as he slams the car door shut and approaches them.
"Save it, Stark. I'm not here to argue."
Tony closes his mouth, as he had opened it to argue, but then recovers with: "What are you doing here?"
"You made a building explode. I'm here to see if you left anything standing."
Tony sighs in frustration, "Why does everyone think I'm so destructive, Banner's caused more damage than I have…."
"That's debatable." Bruce says, remembering the most recent incident that had separated him from the others.
Fury ignores their comments, "There's also been a detection of electromagnetic waves; not usual in a fire. So we need to find out what you did to make this happen."
Tony glances at Fury, then the barely remaining door, "Then let's go."
"We're not going in. Not yet."
"Why not? Fury, the door's wide open_"
"And burning, Stark. You have some apologies to make to the owner."
"Oh the owner? Who would an old place like this?"
There's a light upon them suddenly. All three men turn to see a car pull up. It stops and the lights turn off. Three doors open as three people get up, an older man from the driver's side, a younger on the passenger, and finally, a young woman from the back.
Tony sighs, realizing two out of the three. If only he could've managed to stay out of their radar….
"Sam Flynn." The younger man says, shaking the director's hand. "CEO of Encom, and this arcade is under my name."