MISANTHROPY ✔ [marvel]

WALLOP

/ˈwɒləp/
noun

alcoholic drink, especially beer

Steve woke up, tied onto the very table he saw in Tonys basement. His lips felt numb and he tasted blood. He only then realised that his lips were sewn shut.

-

"Anthony! Steve Rogers is missing and you're just sitting here, looking like your life has been sucked out of you!" Rhodey yelled as he leaned over Tony's table.

Tony looked up at him. He had decided that to avoid any suspicion towards him, he was going to act sad. He let out a huff of breath. "Are you even hearing yourself?" Rhodey frowned. "My best friend was murdered, and now Steve is gone." Rhodey looked at him confused.

"Wha-"

"Me and Steve have been dating for 2 and a half months, and you expect me to be fine? Rhodey, I love you to bits, but right now you are so stupid." Rhodey let out a sigh.

"Take some time off, alright? This is clearly too much on you, and I know how sensitive you can be. You can go right now." Tony nodded and walked out.

-

When Tony got home, he got himself a beer and went down to his basement. "It's odd, really. The person you trusted to keep you safe, turned out to be the person you were hiding from all along." he took a sip from the glass bottle, his hand leaving behind a bloody mark. "Why don't you talk to me?" Steve let out a muffled groan. "Oh yeah, I forgot. I sewed your mouth shut." he stood up and took another sip. "Don't worry, I don't do this to the others. You're...special." he ran his hand over Steves blood covered hair.

He walked back to where he was just sat, and picked up an old screw from the ground. "You're the most fun I've ever had." He walked back to Steve and jammed it into the man's leg, making him let out a scream. "I'm not going to kill you. Rhodey will figure out who the killer is soon enough, so I'll have to leave."

"I love you."