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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐒

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐒

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

TONY

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Tony was not enthusiastic about verbally attacking Doom in front of his child. He curled his fist tightly, wiring his jaw shut as the well-suited antagonist continued to smirk at his open vulnerability. He could feel his fist crashing into his stupid, square jaw and snapping his scrawny neck in his mind. He wasn't usually a violent person but he felt like if Doom took another step closer, he might go for his heart.

The rooftop was quiet for a long moment. They were huddled on the terrace of the school, the gust more potent than usual that afternoon. The sun beat down on them, unforgiving and bringing a round of perspiration to everyone. Tony had suggested talking alone until Elle was fervent to join in. Happy hadn't tagged along with Tony, leaving them no choice but to bring Margo to the chat. He did not want to lock horns with his wife with a criminal situation in the midst, agreeing reluctantly to his utmost distress.

'What does he want?'

Surprisingly, it wasn't Elle who asked that question, it was Margo. Through the surprise, he found the effort to groan out a— 'I stopped asking that, sweetie.'

'I am trying to prove my good intentions to your father,' Victor elaborated with that same, too-good-for-an-asshole smile. 'He doesn't believe I have changed paths.'

'That explains the suit,' she whispered under her breath, looking to the Iron Man armour that stood beside Tony with both his repulsors aimed at the sorcerer. 'Hey, Vic, do you have exceptional pain to strike ratio?'

'Victor,' Tony corrected his daughter, irritated. He was ignored, again.

'I might,' Victor raised a brow. 

'The repulsors actually pack a concussive effect,' she informed, making Tony's surprise increase by the second. 'Depending on the lethal or non-lethal attack.'

'Very lethal,' Tony added. 

'You've already physically attacked me and you know I have the ability to counter your attack,' Victor sighed, feeling not the slightest bit intimidated by the armour. 'Why do you keep pulling the charade of pointing your familiar flunky at me?'

'You keep sneaking up on me!'

'If I called, would you have picked up?'

'Did you really ask me that question?'

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