Honest, genuine… a real apology. A little muffled against the breast plate of the suit but it was there. Phoenix Wright had decided to give up. He didn’t want to fight anymore.
“I’m folding. I don’t want to play this game anymore, Tony.”
Tony felt a tight constriction in his chest. Heart arrhythmia did that, or so he would say to himself. It couldn’t be that he was hurt. No, Tony Stark was the Invincible Iron Man.
No one ever apologised to Tony. This was a first, and it felt strange. The only exception to the rule was Cap but… That was Cap; an exception to every rule.
“I’m not playing a game with you.” He said, still with that hard unrelenting tone, despite how swayed and confused he was.