[ It's a lot of hardware for one man. F.R.I.D.A.Y's threat assessment spools out in the side of Tony's HUD, warning him against exiting the suit, calculating some fairly one-sided odds if things go south. Tony ignores it; if his other self thinks enough of this guy to give him his tech, he's willing to believe there's something to it. If he can't trust himself, after all, who can he trust?
He gives it a beat or two, then the armor starts peeling away like petals opening. Tony does him one better than taking off his helmet, stepping out of the suit as easily as he'd climb out of a car. Underneath, he's in charcoal grey lightweight athleisurewear, tailored to compress against his skin once inside.
Tony pulls a pair of foldable eyeglasses out of a pocket in his sleeve and tips his chin up, eyeing Jason thoughtfully without the barrier of technology between them. He's older than his counterpart, beard gone mostly grey, lines forming around his eyes. Still mostly in good shape, but definitely not as spry as he used to be. ]
Tony Stark. Pleased to meet you. [ He sticks out his free hand for a shake. ]
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He gives it a beat or two, then the armor starts peeling away like petals opening. Tony does him one better than taking off his helmet, stepping out of the suit as easily as he'd climb out of a car. Underneath, he's in charcoal grey lightweight athleisurewear, tailored to compress against his skin once inside.
Tony pulls a pair of foldable eyeglasses out of a pocket in his sleeve and tips his chin up, eyeing Jason thoughtfully without the barrier of technology between them. He's older than his counterpart, beard gone mostly grey, lines forming around his eyes. Still mostly in good shape, but definitely not as spry as he used to be. ]
Tony Stark. Pleased to meet you. [ He sticks out his free hand for a shake. ]