[ Over as abruptly as it started. Stephen provides no resistance as the inward pressure turns to outward tension, joints screaming as he releases his grip on Tony and lets him loose to draw away. He's left looking after him, hand flexing slightly at his side as he routes magic down to ease the ache, fixed to the spot by the feeling that to move might spook the man who stands a careful distance from him, pulling himself back together.
When Tony turns back, asks his question, Stephen's nod is careful but sure. ]
It works.
[ They won. For as little as it felt like a victory at the time.
Still reeling from the whiplash of the last five minutes, he reaches for something else to say. Some consolation prize, a participation award that might mean more than you saved the world... ]
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When Tony turns back, asks his question, Stephen's nod is careful but sure. ]
It works.
[ They won. For as little as it felt like a victory at the time.
Still reeling from the whiplash of the last five minutes, he reaches for something else to say. Some consolation prize, a participation award that might mean more than you saved the world... ]
Parker's back too.