[ Without a fight, finishes Tony, and he carefully holds onto the breath he'd been drawing in ever since the last time I saw you. There's a measured neutrality in his expression, carefully cultivated, but the strain of this conversation pulls down the corners of his mouth all the same.
He can feel it happening, so speaks. ]
We tried the fight. You'll remember where it got us.
[ Nowhere. And Tony set for dead.
It also isn't the point. A sigh to bring himself back to heel, glancing briefly down at the nothing in particular sitting on one of many side tables as he prepares himself to answer the question. ]
It's how it had to happen. [ And, self duly steeled, he looks back up to stare Tony right in the tinted sunglasses, unflinching and searching and maybe, in the tension around the eyes that not even the most concerted effort can iron out, just the smallest bit sorry. ] They needed you.
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He can feel it happening, so speaks. ]
We tried the fight. You'll remember where it got us.
[ Nowhere. And Tony set for dead.
It also isn't the point. A sigh to bring himself back to heel, glancing briefly down at the nothing in particular sitting on one of many side tables as he prepares himself to answer the question. ]
It's how it had to happen. [ And, self duly steeled, he looks back up to stare Tony right in the tinted sunglasses, unflinching and searching and maybe, in the tension around the eyes that not even the most concerted effort can iron out, just the smallest bit sorry. ] They needed you.