Now he moves, changing his body position to something far more defensive, not allowing Tony any in because this isn't Tony. Sure, it sounds and walks like him, but -- he doublechecks quickly, but Tony's only wearing one shirt, and there's no glow of the reactor. Bruce isn't buying it, and he leans away from him.
"No, you're not Tony Stark. You look and sound like him, so kudos to however you figured that out, but you forgot something." He makes a face, wrinkling his nose. "Something pretty easy to fake too, so you should feel bad about that. Seriously, you couldn't have put some LED lights under your shirt?"
But enough ribbing of the Tony Imposter. He sets his jaw.
"So who are you? Or, if you don't feel like answering that, where's Tony?" The defensiveness slips away, replaced by determination.
"Or if you don't want to talk to me, I can let the other guy back out." There's a viciousness to the glittering in his eyes, almost like he's too eager to threaten that. "You probably want to stick to dealing with me."
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"No, you're not Tony Stark. You look and sound like him, so kudos to however you figured that out, but you forgot something." He makes a face, wrinkling his nose. "Something pretty easy to fake too, so you should feel bad about that. Seriously, you couldn't have put some LED lights under your shirt?"
But enough ribbing of the Tony Imposter. He sets his jaw.
"So who are you? Or, if you don't feel like answering that, where's Tony?" The defensiveness slips away, replaced by determination.
"Or if you don't want to talk to me, I can let the other guy back out." There's a viciousness to the glittering in his eyes, almost like he's too eager to threaten that. "You probably want to stick to dealing with me."