[ Tony's halfway through a self-satisfied snicker when he's hit with this one. White-hot, electric pain shoots up his arm and he yelps once his nerves manage to register the sensation. He groans as the feeling works its way through his body, leaving an unpleasant numb tingle in its wake. ] Torture. I am chained in the flow of an active volcano. [ A beat, he laughs, the noise still slightly pained. ] Why did I agree to this?
[ But, right, numbers. ] Eight-point-five? Nine? Somewhere in that neighborhood. [ He exhales, it comes with another pained sound effect. ] Eugh...
[Clint jerks back a little in surprise, in concern, not realizing these were going to get that powerful. That Tony's still able to speak is at least a good sign.]
You wanna call it there, Stark? Still not looking to fry that brain of yours; it's the only part of you worth hanging onto. [Would they be them if they didn't verbally jab each other, really-]
Hah, good one... [ Tony grunts out. He's not exactly known for quitting while he's ahead, but- ] Think I can just- Pick that last one and call it a day. [ He forces out a laugh. ]
Lemme... [ Pant. ] Catch my breath... And I'll send you home with some citrine to get charged. [ Tony shrugs a shoulder from his doubled over position as he continues breathing heavily. ] Bring 'em back, y'know, whenever...
[Clint pulls off the gauntlet entirely, setting it on the table with a light toss as he comes over to Tony's side.] Sounds good, boss. You need me to call the doctor in the house? [He gets an arm around Tony's shoulders, a steadying hand on his arm.] At least sit down.
[ For the briefest of moments, every muscle in Tony's body tenses and freezes as Clint puts his arm around his shoulders.
An exhale later and Tony sags against that arm, letting it lead him to a bench. ] I'm fine, I'm fine- [ He protests even as he settles down to sit. Tony lets himself catch his breath for a minute, just breathing interspersed with the occasional promise that he's fine, really. But once he's not panting any more... ] Appreciate the help getting this done, Clint. [ A beat. ] No one else was answering my calls. [ Truthfully, he never had an alternate plan involving anyone else if this didn't work. But no one else has to know that. ]
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[ But, right, numbers. ] Eight-point-five? Nine? Somewhere in that neighborhood. [ He exhales, it comes with another pained sound effect. ] Eugh...
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You wanna call it there, Stark? Still not looking to fry that brain of yours; it's the only part of you worth hanging onto. [Would they be them if they didn't verbally jab each other, really-]
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Lemme... [ Pant. ] Catch my breath... And I'll send you home with some citrine to get charged. [ Tony shrugs a shoulder from his doubled over position as he continues breathing heavily. ] Bring 'em back, y'know, whenever...
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An exhale later and Tony sags against that arm, letting it lead him to a bench. ] I'm fine, I'm fine- [ He protests even as he settles down to sit. Tony lets himself catch his breath for a minute, just breathing interspersed with the occasional promise that he's fine, really. But once he's not panting any more... ] Appreciate the help getting this done, Clint. [ A beat. ] No one else was answering my calls. [ Truthfully, he never had an alternate plan involving anyone else if this didn't work. But no one else has to know that. ]