The blood panel arrived in Tony's private server at 3:47 AM with a SHIELD classification stamp that would have stopped anyone who hadn't spent eleven years building the building SHIELD was currently using as a containment facility.
Tony had built better backdoors than their locks. He always did.
He was on his fourth coffee — the real kind, ground fresh, not whatever Hill's team was drinking two floors down — when the file finished decrypting, and he pulled it up on the central display with the distracted velocity of a man who intended to glance at it and then go to bed. The glance lasted forty-seven seconds. Then he sat down. Then he pulled up three secondary displays. Then he stopped thinking about bed entirely.
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