The metal was disappearing up his sleeve, though, and gone by the time his arm relaxed and he flexed his fingers before curling them back into a fist. "Keep it," he refused, preferring the minor loss over being burdened with something else that had been hers. That was all supposed to be behind him. He left her alone and she left him alone; Tony thought that was clear enough when he didn't chase her back to Genosha. Maybe she could use the ring to bribe her way out of the execution.
"On your knees," he instructed, flat a clipped, and Tony's gaze darted away for the heavy pause he needed to breath and blink the smoke out o his eyes before he could finish, "hands on your head." He didn't want to shoot again and he didn't want to do this but she had to fuck up the deal and show up again. What was he supposed to do?