"I'm sorry it had to be this way." Tony spoke in a low, soothing voice as he massaged his badly injured pepper grinder's... shoulders? Dang, it feels weird to talk about a cooking utensil like that. It's downright icky, but, remember, Tony's the one doing it not me.
Tony sat there, thinking quietly to himself. "It's a good thing Happy had that super glue. BUCKY, WHY MY PARENTS? I MUST... AVENGE...ERS!!! WHY DO I... WH-WH-WHO AM I? PEPPER! WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN A BUTT DIAL? THEN, I COULD HAVE HEARD YOUR VOICE!"
And that's when Tony got an idea. Yeah, that's right. Things are gonna get cray.
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Tony, Tony
FanfictionThe struggles and setbacks of a guy named Tony Stark. Heard of him?
