Great. Fucking great. Tony got his suit out. Phoenix could feel his heart rate accelerate just at the sight of him unfolding the case. The clicking of the metal taking shape over Stark’s body made him clench his fists, and wish they were back on an even playing field.
“This isn’t Marvel vs Capcom anymore, Tone.” He said, not backing down but not throwing any more swings, “You’re really going to pull your hardware out on a civilian? At his home? What happened to you, Tony? Is this really how you want to be written about?”
As much as he wanted to punch that hunk of junk, there was still a person he cared about in there. “Stop hiding. You’re angry, I get it. How do you want me to take it back? Say I know that you were just trying to look out for me? Say that I know that’s how you work? Say that it really wasn’t unsettling when I had a sniper after me and one of my old clients come back and put a mark on my daughter’s head? What was I supposed to think, Tony?”
It was tempting to try out his newer armour - his symbiote infused tech, but he knew that was for another time.
He stepped closer to Phoenix, staring down at him with bright glowing eyes - the armour adding at least another 6 inches to his height. “I don’t see you throwing any punches now. A man who prefers the oysters out of the shell."
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