[It's a command and any complaints F.R.I.D.A.Y. might give are silenced. There's that feeling of terror as he's ordered to hold his breath. How many times has he almost died? Been dead on the table even? Somehow that fear never goes away. He's not like Steve. He has a sense of mortality. He's not like Natasha. His sins don't weigh him down that far.
So he listens, sweats it out as he begins to turn blue, grow dizzy, vision edges black. Kilgrave might get a little laugh at his eyes beginning to bug as he slips down in his seat. All the fun stuff it's not his first time experiencing, not even his second, because everything is always a third or fourth or tenth iteration with him at this point of playing at superheroes.
And what do you know, suffocating still sucks just as much as the last time he remembers it. Guess he's never going to be into that kink. Then metal is sprouting from the watch on his wrist and his hand is rising of no compulsion on his part. A metal glove, red and silver and iconically Iron Man covers his hand as F.R.I.D.A.Y. points his palm at Kilgrave.]
What do you take me for? This is your final warning, Kilgrave. Release Mr. Stark.
[Tony has more than one device with a speaker on him. His communication device lights up in his pocket as F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks. There's always a redundancy.]
no subject
[It's a command and any complaints F.R.I.D.A.Y. might give are silenced. There's that feeling of terror as he's ordered to hold his breath. How many times has he almost died? Been dead on the table even? Somehow that fear never goes away. He's not like Steve. He has a sense of mortality. He's not like Natasha. His sins don't weigh him down that far.
So he listens, sweats it out as he begins to turn blue, grow dizzy, vision edges black. Kilgrave might get a little laugh at his eyes beginning to bug as he slips down in his seat. All the fun stuff it's not his first time experiencing, not even his second, because everything is always a third or fourth or tenth iteration with him at this point of playing at superheroes.
And what do you know, suffocating still sucks just as much as the last time he remembers it. Guess he's never going to be into that kink. Then metal is sprouting from the watch on his wrist and his hand is rising of no compulsion on his part. A metal glove, red and silver and iconically Iron Man covers his hand as F.R.I.D.A.Y. points his palm at Kilgrave.]
What do you take me for? This is your final warning, Kilgrave. Release Mr. Stark.
[Tony has more than one device with a speaker on him. His communication device lights up in his pocket as F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks. There's always a redundancy.]