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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
ELEANOR
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'Don't touch him!'
Elle's livid command rang through the tense air, as she trampled past the last few flights of stairs with a limp to her walk. Her outraged gait was brought to pause as she pushed past Ezekiel's armour with a cry, her knees giving up on her as neared Tony's unmoving body. Loud cries were muted by her palms as she keeled over, reducing to a ball and reaching a hand over the coldness of the Iron Man armour. She felt the deadness underneath her tips, squeezing her eyes shut as if willing to exit reality. There was no air about that was able to fan her pin-straight hair away from her tear-stricken face, her forehead leaning into the armour as if to channel her faith into him.
'Tsk, Eleanor,' Zeke breathed, clicking off his headgear with an absurd sigh. 'You waste your tears on a nobody. Shame.'
Elle paid no attention, her sobs dying down to sniffles as she palmed the metal of the Iron Man helmet and feeling the utter coldness. She didn't know how to take it off, she couldn't even see his face. All of a sudden, she felt something yank her back by the hair, warm lips settling at the base of her ears.
'Let's get what's left of him out of there, my love?' He hummed with suspense, his once repulsor hands wielding a long, pointed knife. She watched it with horror, struggling to grapple his hand away from Tony's armour.
'Please, no,' she pleaded, using her arms to pry him away. 'Leave him be, Zeke—'
'But I want you to see his billion-dollar corpse,' he said with an angry whine in his voice, tightening his tensile grip over her hair. She cried out loud, tears wetting her cheeks as she looked away from the commotion. The tip neared his neck and she hissed as if she were in pain.
'Please, don't do this,' she begged.
'No, you have to look, my love. Look,' he grunted out, yanking on her hair harder and Elle was forced to merge her gaze where he wanted to expel the pain that split at her roots. 'There we go. We'll get right down to the guts, won't we?'
'Zeke, I'll do anything you say,' she continued to plead for him. When the first request left her lips, Zeke looked at her. The glowing knife from his suit pilfered away from the deadened suit, his dark eyes set on her.
