Tony Stark

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Hello again,

It's been so long, too long, and I'm a bit rusty, but I really hope you enjoy this chapter.

Also, language alert! Ross gets a bit colourful in this one.

~ImmortalLionWarrior1

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     I stare into Ross's eyes, trying not to show how shaken I am. Just a few minutes ago, I had caught sight of Clint Barton, Hawkeye, with Bruce limp in his arms. What had happened?

     Clint's eyes had met mine for just a second. Just one second—but I saw the desperation there. Bruce was limp. Unmoving. And Clint looked like the guilt was eating him alive.

     I shook my head. Just once. A silent order: Don't come here. Because Ross was waiting for Bruce to return. And no matter what, I wasn't going to let him hurt Bruce again.

     "Stark!" Ross barks, "Look at me, you m***********." I snap back to the issue at hand.

      "Who are you calling a m*********?" Ross smirks,

     "Oh, should I call you a f***** then? Yeah, I know all about your little...secret. And I know people do stupid things for love. My Betty did." I blanche, my fists clench.

     Of course he'd go there. He always goes there—when he's losing control, he aims to wound, not win. Doesn't even matter if it's true or not. I've met dirtbags before, but Ross? 

     Ross makes them look charming.

     "You don't know what you're talking about," I snap, my face red with anger.

     "I mean, I suppose I didn't expect it from you, but this whole world has gone a bit wayward." I want to scream, punch him, do ANYTHING, but I hold back. For Bruce. If I lash out now, he'll know something's wrong. Ross smirks, "Well, we seem to have come to a standstill. Now you wait here, don't go anywhere," he claps me on the back and grins as he walks off, knowing I'm in his custody, I can't go anywhere. I wait 'til he's out of sight, then turn and go into the building to my room.

     "J.A.R.V.I.S., override the cameras. I need to get to the lab."

     "Yes sir...Sir, are you O.K.? I saw—"

     "I'm fine, J.A.R.V.I.S., just do your thing."

     "O.K., Mr. Stark. Cameras are overridden." I nod, still in a dreamscape of my head, a plan half-formed in my brain. I run down to the lab and pass all the machines and gimmicks, heading for the vent.

     "May I ask what you're doing, Sir?" J.A.R.V.I.S. asks.

     "Look alive, Jarv. We have to get to Bruce. I have to make things right." I rip the vent cover off and fling it aside. Breathing hard, I crawl into the tight space on my arms and knees, heading for freedom. For Bruce.

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