mistergleeson

The blood was the first thing Tony saw. Even amongst all the chaos and screaming surrounding him, he could never forget the sight of it, the horrific reminder of his own mortality and how despite all his attempts to be so, he was by no means larger than life and at any moment it could all come to a screeching end. But it wasn't his own blood, despite the battered and torn condition of his suit; he had thankfully remained free of such wounds. No, the blood was someone else's, someone he knew all too well. It was almost impossible to see in front of him, the explosions coming from all sides and the rubble and dust surrounded him, along the fai