Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
Tony, still rubbing his arms, looked away from her. Embarrassment slid over his features, a bizarre expression when you were used to Tony's more obvious emotions (pride, anger, fear, amusement, and so on). Shame was subtle and uncharacteristic. Tony about killed himself to hide that kind of thing, and he had realized a little while before that this was not a dream.
He muttered something about old injuries under his breath. Face ever so coincidentally averted, he paced a step around her to the table, where he nudged some of the drawings under the vague shape of the mask that never made it into reality.
The red suit standing in the corner turned its head slightly to watch him move.
"I don't know what's wrong. How am I supposed to help fix it?"