The Chilling Realities Of Hunting And Being Hunted
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  • مقروء 10,382
  • صوت 500
  • أجزاء 5
  • الوقت 1h 9m
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All Peter and Tony had to do was cross the mountains. That's it. Just climb a few hills and get to the annual Stark Convention. Tony wanted to try something different, a father-son trip as opposed to just taking the boring old private jet. Maybe stop at a cabin on the way back, taking a little family vacation.

They didn't count on the snow, or the wind, or the fact that neither of them have cell service.

And they definitely didn't count on the fact that they would be hunted-stalked-as they sit, freezing and shaking, on the side of the road.
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