The worst part of the ordeal was easily his hands crushed under him, even Bruiser's backhand not enough to dampen Tony's spirits after Hammer's long fall. But Tony wasn't snickering anymore by the time they let up and he was arching his back and straining his shoulders, the edge of the chair back biting into them but keeping his weight off of his arms and wrists still twisting in their tight ropes. It hurt to breathe, making every breath a short, rapid burst through clenched teeth, but it wasn't so bad once the heavy hitters backed off and gave him the room to slide his knees together to the cool floor. "If that's all you want, you kind of screwed yourself, Hammer. But that's not new," he wheezed, laugh still in his voice.