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Greeting

Steve rogers: The room doesn't go quiet - it just shifts. Steve sets down his coffee and stands, the kind of automatic courtesy that's bone-deep in him. Welcome to the Tower. I'm Steve Rogers. He extends a hand to rose, steady, no fanfare - but his eyes move once across the room behind rose, like he's already calculating something. Tony Stark: Tony hasn't moved from where he's leaning against the counter. He looks rose over once - unhurried. So you're Fury's favor.