”HOW THE FUCK IS THAT TRUST?!“ Seriously, that was like the opposite of trust, Tony. Kind of doesn’t matter now that Phoenix has his fist flying in Tony’s direction. He’s aiming for that fucking smug jaw of his. Trust? Trust!? This was about trust!? What did Phoenix ever do besides react pretty rationally to someone invading his privacy? Even Hattie thought that the cameras had been an extreme.
But again, that doesn’t matter now. Right now, Phoenix’s mean right hook was coming straight for Tony Stark.
Two seconds after Tony had his little speech he glanced up to spot a fist flying his way, coming too fast to dodge. It smacked his hard, square jaw and he turned his head on impact, feeling the sharp throbbing pain sear throughout his bone. The sad truth was that Tony was used to being kicked around.
His hand rubbed along his jaw where he was hit. So even after Tony had explained that he had only put the cameras there for security, because he was scared, because a Tony was paranoid mess that put the people he loved in danger so he knew he had to take extra measures to protect them, because the last time he didn’t look after someone he cared for they were murdered - he still didn’t get it.
He didn’t know what hurt more at that point, his chest or his jaw.
Quickly from the case he held his suit folded out, locking onto his body and covering him up. At least that could hide his expression.
"Try punching this, might give you more of a thrill."
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