The blood was rapidly washed away before it could well between Tony's knuckles, making the pain seem unreal as he squeezed his weapon harder to drive it deeper and maintain his control against her protests. The hold he had around her slid up to her waist, wrenching her shirt taught against her chest and compressing as he grabbed and handful and twisted. The sting of her nails drove him closer to her until he was panting against her neck. Only she was more prepared for this; Tony was exhausted and couldn't remember a thing Rhodes or Steve or anyone had taught him. He lost his balance first, her force dragging him down hard onto his hip so that he released the glass to grab for her arm instead, face pressed to her chest where he would have found comfort in her rare softness and the steady beat of her heart a lifetime ago, yesterday. Dragging her down, he forced his head up into her chin and threw his knee against her side to pin her down in the water.