8

You hold your breath, hoping to God Sitwell has some kind of idea what to do next. He's saying something now, stalling, and you're not really listening because your brain is going a hundred miles an hour trying to come up with a plan of action for when you're found out that doesn't involve all of you getting killed.

"Gespensterfeld," Sitwell says suddenly, pronouncing each consonant carefully, and the pinched expression on the guard's face clears. He waves you through.

"Sitwell, what the hell?" you hiss as soon as the doors close behind you. Bruce throws you a reproachful glance, but Sitwell shrugs, taps his earpiece.

"JARVIS," he explains. "I have Stark on a secure line."

Clever, you think, and now you've made it in without raising any alarms. That's a relief.