"Tony has at least been checking in," Daemon agreed. "But even so, it's past time." He motioned for Lucivar to get in, settling himself into the drivers seat easily.

Lucivar nodded and got into the car.

"They definitely need to come back," he said. He smirked. "Luckily, you and I have no problems accomplishing that."

"None at all." Daemon smirked.

All told, it didn't take him long to get the Tower, and he parked and led the way inside, ignoring all the looks he and Lucivar garnered.

Lucivar walked with his brother, easily ignoring all the stares. He was used to much worse than just stares.

"We can do this a couple of ways," he murmured to Daemon, smirking a little. "We can go as high as we can upstairs, or we can start making a racket and see how quickly people send us in the right direction."

Daemon just smirked and sauntered over to the front desk.

"Good afternoon, I'm here to see Tony Stark."

The receptionist, to her credit, didn't even blink.

"Do you have a meeting or appointment with Mr. Stark?" she asked.

"I do not, but he will want to see me." Daemon shot her a charming smile. "If you would, just let him know that Daemon is here to see him."

The receptionist turned a bit pink at that.

"O-of course, sir," she said. She started tapping rapidly on her keyboard.

Daemon nodded, shifting his attention briefly to Lucivar, if only to make sure no one was picking a fight.

It didn't take long at all for the secretary to get a response.

"Of course, sir, please go on up," she said to Daemon, gesturing to the private elevator.

"Thank you." Giving the young woman one more smile and ignoring all the stares, Daemon strode over to the elevator.

This was going to be fun.

Lucivar followed his brother, also ignoring the stares. Once the elevator doors closed, though, he did make a face. He didn't like elevators at all, and he pulled his wings in tight.

Daemon didn't comment, but the elevator ride was thankfully short. He stepped out first, glancing around the common floor they'd ended up on to see who was around.

Natasha saw the two, paused, and then settled back in her seat to watch the show. Oh she knew who they both were, of course.

Lucivar glanced around, mentally assessing the area. Interesting place.

"Alright," he said. "Where's Barton?"