Re: Dream: Selina & Tony
Sadly, Tony had not been deeply in love enough times to associate love with any one place, time, or person. He thought of Pepper, but not in the whirlwind, adrenaline way that Selina Kyle thought about love, especially this Selina Kyle. There wasn't a chance, no adrenaline, just the usual: anxiety, tenderness, hurt, warmth, anger, and attraction. Tony didn't even think of the colorful spread of emotions as odd. He was all about external, about seeing his love reflected. His own emotions tended not to factor in much. He didn't cross-analyze. He felt how he felt and then acted.
Nothing happened. It was stressful, certainly, that dark place, with the feeling pumped into the veins by the environment and the stutter of gunfire. It was Tony that was generating that anxiety, the fear of the hard hands and grim faces here.
He looked down at her as she confronted him, his face bleak, without anger. He glanced past her at the door. "Fun? This isn't the kind of place you have fun. Death is not fun. You run out there and you just lie there, hurting, until it's over. Sometimes they draw it out for you, because they're mad at you for dying." His voice rose an octave. "Fun."