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"Miss Potts requests that I remind you that if you would prefer not to drive to the airport, you may simply let me know and I will have a driver sent for Dr. Banner."

"Thank you, JARVIS, but I really don't mind," Steve assured him. "As long as it's still okay for me to borrow Tony's car."

"Of course. When you're ready just step into the elevator and I'll take you down to his garage level."

Steve finished the last of his second sandwich in two bites and then rinsed his plate and turned for the door. "Do I need to pick up a key somewhere or is it already in the car?" That didn't seem as common now as when he'd been a child, but he doubted that Tony had to worry about car theft inside his own building.

"The only cars that still use keys are those typically driven by Mr. Hogan, at Mr. Hogan's request. All other vehicles have been modified for keyless starts."

"Oh. Okay." Steve shrugged and stepped inside the elevator. He supposed that that would cut down on people's complaints about losing their keys, although it was a little odd since start levers had been going out of fashion even in his time.

Neither he nor JARVIS said anything else as the elevator sank quickly, and when it stopped he stepped out into a garage he hadn't seen before. He wasn't sure that it was any smaller than the one he'd left his bike in, but there were only eight or ten cars in it, plus a couple bodies in various states of repair and two motorcycles against the far wall, and he looked around with a frown. "JARVIS, which one is Tony's?"

"All of these cars belong to Mr. Stark. You may feel free to borrow whichever you'd prefer. Airline records confirm that Dr. Banner checked no luggage for his return trip so even marginal trunk space should suffice."

"Oh." Steve looked at the selection of cars trying to figure out how one person could ever possibly use them all. He just couldn't see it. His motorcycle was plenty for him except for something like this where he needed to carry a passenger. But then, this was Tony. "I…." He felt himself flush as he looked upwards, but he just had to ask. "Do any of them fly?"

"Unfortunately these cars do not. While Mr. Stark does have three prototype vehicles with flight capability, they are all in his garage in Malibu and are likely to remain there for the foreseeable future since they have yet to be approved for use on the streets anywhere in the United States."

Darn. Steve looked around again and then shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know very much about modern cars. Is there one that you would suggest?"

"Well, the Acura convertible off to your left is one of Mr. Stark's favorites, although I would recommend something else for today since you're likely to get stuck in traffic on your way to the airport and I understand that the drive is considerably less enjoyable when you aren't able to move at a reasonable pace. Mr. Stark is also very fond of the blue Tesla on your right, which is I think you'll find quite interesting in terms of the technology used. It is powered entirely by electricity as opposed to gasoline."

"Really? They can do that?" He didn't know how it could be done, but if it was possible it would solve all kinds of resupply issues.

"The technology is available now and still improving. Mr. Stark also has a second brand of car with this capability, but it is currently also in Malibu. Or, if you'd prefer a car that's a bit more familiar, there is a 1932 Ford in the second row just behind you and to your left, and I can of course provide information about any other car here that you might be interested in."

Steve shook his head again. Nothing against the '32 Ford—not that he'd ever driven one; they hadn't had that kind of money when he was growing up—but if he was going to borrow a car, he wanted to try one of the new cars. "I think I'll try the Tesla."

"Very good, sir."

The blue car JARVIS had described beeped and flashed its lights at him, and he stepped towards it.

"You'll find the ignition button to the right of the steering wheel," JARVIS volunteered. "When you reach the airport, proceed to valet parking. Stark Industries has an account there that will cover fees and tipping, and the valets will park it and then have it ready for you when you are ready to leave."

"Okay," Steve agreed, not sure what else he should say. He didn't see any good reason why he couldn't just park it himself, but…well, Tony's car.

"Will you require directions to the airport?"

"No, thank you, I looked them up earlier." New York was more of a tangle than it had been in his day, but his memory was good and he wasn't worried about getting lost."

"Very good," JARVIS repeated. "I am, however, tied into the vehicle's navigation system so if you need assistance please feel free to ask."

"Thank you," Steve said, climbing inside. And then spending several minutes figuring out how to adjust the seat because Tony's legs were considerably shorter than his. When he was finally situated he pressed the button beside the steering wheel, and everything inside the car suddenly came on. Except the engine, and he frowned as he looked out over the dash. He couldn't hear anything rumbling at all. "Um, JARVIS? Is the car…okay?"

"Electric cars are considerably quieter than standard vehicles given the lack of internal combustion," JARVIS supplied, speaking now through the car speakers.

"Oh. Okay." So apparently the car was started. Steve shifted gears quickly and pulled out of the parking space, headed for the door at the far end of the garage which rose obligingly as he approached.

Drivers in this city were insane. It was the only possible explanation. Steve had been able to make his way through the city along his intended route, but he'd been moving even more slowly than on his trip into the city, and the sheer number of people who seemed completely unable to follow basic traffic laws was astounding. Taxis especially…taxi drivers had always had the reputation of being daring, but he'd never seen it on this scale. He hadn't been hit—actually he'd been given a reasonably wide berth and had caught envious looks from more than a few other drivers—but he'd seen far more close calls between vehicles in front of him than he was comfortable with. He was close, now, though, all of the traffic that he was in line with also seemed to be entering the airport which had to mean a reduction in the number of wild lane changes that involved cutting across multiple streams of traffic at once.

Or possibly not, he realized as a number of signs became available overhead in the distance. Enhanced eyesight meant that he could already read them and knew that he only had to move one lane to his right to be in the appropriate place for 'valet,' but as the cars ahead reached the point at which their drivers could read them the number of lane changes suddenly increased again. He hit his brakes and tried not to wince as a large truck passed so close to a little green car that it actually left a smudge of rubber on the bumper. "This is insanity."

"Mr. Stark has considered adding minor weaponry to his vehicles on the grounds that driving in New York is only slightly removed from combat driving," JARVIS volunteered, "but despite interest from Mr. Hogan Miss Potts has continually refused to allow it."

That was probably just as well, although Steve could understand his perspective. Especially with a car…this Tesla handled very nicely and he very much wanted to find a flat, open road where he could find out of those high numbers on the speedometer could really be reached, but it still didn't have quite the maneuvering capability of his motorcycle. Especially if he needed to move out of a given space fast.

There were far fewer cars going to valet than anywhere else, though, and he relaxed a little as they fell into a single-file line. He watched carefully as the owner of the car in front of him spoke to a gentleman in a suit and then stepped out of his car, waited for another gentleman in a suit to collect his luggage for him, and then headed for a wall of glass doors. The first gentleman then got into the car and drove it away, and Steve pulled up to take its spot. And then had a moment of panic. "JARVIS, how do I roll the window down?" There was no crank anywhere on the door.

Something lit up to his left. "This is the button for the driver's side window. The other buttons are controls for the other windows as well as the door locks."

"Thank you." He hit the appropriate button quickly as a third gentleman in a suit stepped up to greet him.

"Stark Industries, sir?" the man asked.

"Yes, sir," Steve agreed, although he had no idea how the man had known that.

"And may I have your name?"

"Steve Rogers."

He noted something down. "Excellent. Do you have any luggage that you will need assistance with today?"

"No, I'm just picking someone up."

Another notation. "Excellent, and from which terminal?"

"Four."

"All right. If you wouldn't mind moving to the passenger seat I'll drop you off in front of the terminal and then park the car. When you're ready to leave the airport, give your name to the man working at the valet desk inside and your car will be brought around for you."

"Thank you." Steve said as he stepped out and moved to the passenger side. It all seemed a little ridiculous, but if this was how it was supposed to work he'd go along with it.

It only took a moment for them to reach the terminal and Steve stepped out with a quick 'thank you.' Half a dozen steps further put him inside the airport, but when a wave noise hit him as he entered the building he winced and took an involuntary step back. According to his watch the delay in traffic meant that Bruce's plane would be touching down about now, but although he knew that Bruce had to go through customs, he had no idea how he would ever find Bruce in this crowd if he wasn't there to meet him at the plane. He wished he'd had some way to bring JARVIS in with him.

Someone else coming into the airport bumped into him, and Steve quickly murmured an apology quickly and shifted sideways to get himself out of the flow of traffic. There had to be some sense of reason to this place. The people probably weren't going to be much help, though; judging by their quick steps and singular focus they all seemed to have somewhere to be and a very short timeframe in which to get there. If he could find someone official that might be different, but the only official-looking types were at counters in front of long lines of people, and if he had to wait that long he'd miss Bruce for sure.

The screens overhead, though…well, he didn't plan on departing anywhere, but 'Arrivals' seemed promising. In fact, when he scanned the listing he found an incoming flight Air India from New Delhi that had to be Bruce's plane. Nowhere near as complicated as he'd thought at first glance. According to the little notation beside the flight it had landed but hadn't yet reached the gate, and he looked around quickly. Knowing that he was already in Terminal Four didn't help him find the appropriate gate, but there had to be a sign somewhere. "Ah. International Arrivals."

He cut his way through the crowd, trying to avoid running into anyone or tripping over any of the wheeled suitcases that they all seemed to be dragging, but his progress was halted when he reached a wide roped off hallway and a gentlemen in what appeared to be a security uniform.

"You can't go down there, sir," he said as Steve stepped forward.

"I'm here to meet my friend's plane. He's flying in from India." He craned his head, trying to see around the curve of the hall.

"That's fine, sir, but you're going to have to wait here for him to get through customs."

"What?"

The man gave him an odd look. "It's standard procedure. No one is allowed in the gate area without a ticket."

Steve stared. That was no standard procedure that he'd ever heard of, not even for international travel. In fact a bunch of the guys he'd served with had talked about being met by family or friends or whoever as they stepped off the plane, and while he'd never had that kind of triumphant homecoming, it wasn't the sort of thing they'd lie about. There did seem to be a crowd of people lined up watching down the hallway, though, and after a minute he took a few steps back. At least if Bruce had to come out here it would be easy for Steve to find him.

Apparently it was standard procedure to wait, these days, because several men—and women—in military dress came through and were met and no one seemed to think it was strange to have to wait. And the waiting wasn't that long, at least…an hour, maybe a little less, maybe a little more. It was hard to say. Eventually Bruce did come around the corner, and Steve stepped forward a little, raising a hand in greeting. "Dr. Banner."

"Hey, Steve," he said with a grin, reaching out to shake Steve's hand in greeting. "It's Bruce, remember?"

Steve nodded. "How was your flight?"

"Good. Long, but I was able to sleep most of the way. I hope you haven't been waiting long."

"No, not at all." Although even if he had been he wouldn't have admitted it.

"Good. But you didn't have to meet me, I could have just taken a taxi. All I've got is my bag." He indicated the duffel slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't mind doing it. Besides, I borrowed one of Tony's cars."

Bruce grinned. "Nice. Which one?"

"The Tesla."

"Good choice." He turned, maneuvering easily through the crowd. "So how have you been? Have you had any luck in your job search?"

"I filled out one of the job skill sheets and turned it in, but so far I haven't heard back. They said it would take a week or so to get me into their system, though, and then maybe some more time to find a job that fits. I did learn some computer stuff, though."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't think about it, but that is kind of a requirement these days, isn't it?"

"It is if you don't want to spend all your time lifting boxes." Steve shook his head. "But how was your trip? Did everything make it to the clinic?"

"It did, and it was much appreciated. The contrast between Calcutta proper and the slums…." He shook his head. "It's still hard to believe despite the amount of time I've spent over there." A pause. "You know, I don't know about you, but I'm starved. How about we take a detour on the way back to the tower and get something to eat? My treat. You can tell me what's been going on here, and I can tell you about the improvements we've been making. Dr. Mendoza had some really good ideas based on what he'd seen in Bolivia."

"Sure, that sounds good." Steve had eaten before he'd left, but given his metabolism, he could always eat again. And he'd missed Bruce. "JARVIS is in the car too…I'm not really sure how, but he can probably tell us where a good place to eat would be."

"He's an AI," Bruce said with a shrug. "He can go wherever there are computers for him. Which is probably good because I'm afraid Tony would be lost without him. Would you mind steak?"

"Steak would be excellent."