Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
"Leaking?" Tony looked down at his chest, and he lifted his hand to touch the pads of three fingers gently to the center of his chest. "Oh." He let his hand fall and looked at her, as if apologetic. "That happens. I think it's... recent..." Tony spread a rough hand, battered and singed from crude work, toward the metal blades and clamps heaped on the cot to one side. He shuddered and drew his hand back. He didn't want to think about it.
After a moment of her sitting and standing, he thought she might take the stool, but she didn't. He watched her move across the room, expression vaguely interested, but nothing like predatory. Surprise suffused his dark eyes and lean face. "Just pretending what?" he asked, lost in the second side of a conversation he had not been party to.
Glance to the papers. "Iron Man. My ticket out. I keep having trouble reading them, for some reason." Symbols and scale legends squiggled and twisted on the paper, escaping meaning entirely.