Tony glared at his grandson. "I am more than aware that you're like your father," he spat. "Don't forget who is HIS father."
"Yeah, A PTSD riddled recovering alcoholic," Timothy shot back. "You put a big target on our ENTIRE FAMILY," he went on.
"What is wrong with you?"
"That's what we all want to know," a voice said from behind them. Timothy and Tony turned and looked as Timothy's brother, Jason, walked into the office. His green eyes indicating that he was just as pissed as his brother. His ginger hair clung to his scalp. He glared at Tony.
"You messed up, Granddad," he said. There was a bit of venom in his voice. He looked at Timothy. "Come on," he said. "Let's go."
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Choose Your Side.
Science Fiction//AU story about an OC character I write as during CIVIL WAR.
