Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart

Chapter

As soon I stepped out, I heard a very faint banging noise. It was coming from the fourth floor. Tony. He was awake. And trying to escape. Not that he could. Anya walked past me. 

I looked at her before asking, "Не могли бы вы принести поднос с индийским карри и черничными маффинами на четвертый этаж в комнату 5? И еще, пока вы этим занимаетесь, захватите с собой какие-нибудь кроветворные зелья?"

The servant just nodded, her eyes widened a little when I said the fourth floor. I watched her leave before I crept up silently to the fourth floor. I didn't want anyone to see me or they would be suspicious. I looked at the door for a second before I entered the code. The little light on the lock flickered green, I opened the door and stepped in. Ahead of me was a long narrow corridor that ended with the same door. Both doors had different key combinations in case Tony managed to get through the first door. This room, like all the rooms on the third and fourth floors was built like a luxurious prison. Everything would be beautiful but unbreakable, for a mortal anyway. I entered the second set of numbers. When the light flickered green, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped in. He hurtled towards me with the wooden chair with surprising force and speed—given his weakened state—but it was a nowhere match for me. I pushed him back, taking care not to hurt him too much. But he was determined, even if we both knew his efforts were futile. He rushed towards me again, and this time I met him midway, pulling the ridiculous weapon off his hands and breaking the chair into splinters.

But he wasn't easily deterred. I could see in his eyes the ferociousness of his desire to inflict damage upon me.

He couldn't hope to win a fight with me, especially now as a Strigoi. But I couldn't let him be hurt because of his naiveté either.

I dodged one of his kicks—his legs were graceful as ever—"Tony. You're wasting time. Stop."

It was as if he didn't hear me at all. He wheeled frantically around and seized the DVD player from the shelf. Trust Tony to find the most creative ways to fight his opponent.

He smashed it at me with a loud yell, but of course, I was too fast. I broke the thing into pieces, and before he knew what I was doing, I got a good grip on his arms. Not to hurt him, but enough to make him realize I could very well.

He was undoubtedly scared of me—he shouldn't be. At least, not yet. I tried to sound reasonable... familiar.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Tony," His name fell from my lips like a feather. "Please stop."

If anything, it only increased his struggles against me. Finally, with a loud sigh, I flipped him and pushed his body against the wall so his legs and arms would remain immobile. I did it for his protection rather than mine... can't he understand this?

Having him this near to me was intoxicating and overwhelming at the same time. I could hear his heart pounding frenetically from his chest, blood rushing through his neck.

'His neck. So close to my mouth. Restraint, Harry. You will taste his blood soon enough,' I thought to myself.

"Stop fighting me." My voice sounded cold even to myself. I tried again. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He didn't hear the truth in my words. Tony gave another shove against me, but my hold on him was unshakeable. 

"You'll have to understand if I have a hard time believing that," he muttered.

His scent. There was nothing else I wanted but to bury my face in his hair and breathe in his very essence. Focus.

Perhaps if I put it more bluntly, he would finally believe me.