( Tony lets Sam's words sink in, listening to the quiet rustle as he works. He's been modifying the Mk 85 to protect his arm, a prosthetic in the sense of an external framework, unwilling as yet to consider any other scenario than holding onto as much of himself as possible.
At the same time... he knows. And so does Sam.
Without a word, Tony swallows, and walks his fingers up to just a handspan's width below his shoulder, where the nerves tingle under that soft pressure. )
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At the same time... he knows. And so does Sam.
Without a word, Tony swallows, and walks his fingers up to just a handspan's width below his shoulder, where the nerves tingle under that soft pressure. )