[ tony collapses to one hand and knee, breathing hard, the other hand grasping the raised knee and his limbs shaking, the top of his head brushing against the bars. the pain lingers as a memory but growing now is another, different heat, tight in his chest: one of fury.
in that moment, he wants this woman dead. he wants a crow to swoop in and slit her throat. suddenly, tony understands this world just a little more. ]
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in that moment, he wants this woman dead. he wants a crow to swoop in and slit her throat. suddenly, tony understands this world just a little more. ]