"So wait you're saying they were arguing over who got to kiss you first?" Gabie scoffs and I frown.
"Yeah, but I didn't understand why. It's not like it was gonna be my first kiss," I grumble. "To end it I just had to kiss them all in quick successi...
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Gabie
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"We should find Harley," I mutter as Tony helps me to my feet. He holds my weak arm and helps me along.
Loud creaking is the only noise I hear in response.
My head turns to find Tony gaping at the leaning water tower.
Savin stands at the base his hand melting on of the metal legs on the tower.
"Stark rip it off," I breathe out.
"Rip what off?"
"The thing in my shoulder, rip it off!" I hiss.
"Gabie if I do that you could die," he protests but I keep a stony expression.
"Rip it off now or we will both die, we cannot make it a safe distance away in our conditions," I argue but he remains unconvinced. "Rip it off right now Anthony Edward Stark!"
At the same time, Tony finally grabs the metal device Savin yanks down the melted metal sending the water tower crashing down.
Tony clutches the metal weapon and yanks backward. I screech in agony as the object comes out, it had tendrils that spread out and attached themselves to veins and muscles.
Still screaming in pain, I hold up my other arm and misdirect the crashing water around us. Metal debris of tower legs and motorhomes crashes over and pins us both down, but we don't drown.
The water recedes and we're left dry except for my blood drenching us both. My head lolls onto Starks' shoulder as fatigue sets in.
"Let me go! Let go!" Tony's head snaps up to see Savin holding a struggling Harley.
"Help me! Help me!" Savin squeaks in a mocking tone.
Tony begins struggling frantically to try and release his leg from the rubble.
Savin sits in front of us and forces Harley into his lap. He holds Harley in a firm grip, with an arm across Harley's chest.
"Hey kid, what would you like for Christmas?" Savin questions, his hand seems to be heating up.
"Mr. Stark, I am so sorry!" Harley calls out and Savin squeezes him tighter to silence him.
"Oh. No, no. I think he was trying to say 'I want my goddamn file,'" Savin growls.
"It's not your fault kid. Remember what I told you about bullies?" Tony returns and winks at Harley.
