[ They haven't said anything yet about what they want. Maybe they're trying to drive her crazy by the lack of a purpose to this, maybe they're just softening her up, or him up, but if they wanted something from her the moment to get it was when they had Tony in another room and she had no way to reach him or protect him and nothing to do but listen because apparently they'd decided to concentrate efforts on him for a bit. Now?
They'd waited too long, now. She was angry, in the cold hard way that came rarely and was almost entirely a result of Tony's face right now and the hard red light that danced in front of her eyes every time she felt how close he was to fugue. It had been a little while since she'd fought with the aim to kill, but they'd made the mistake of assuming she couldn't untie her own bound hands and she had one hand loose in its coils of rope and not a single one of them who'd touched Tony was going to leave this room alive.
She'd been tossing out insults for a little bit now, seeking out their attention with cutting disregard for anything they did to her. Just a little closer, and she finally had one of them with a gun just angry enough to come too close for his own good. Just angry enough, and she takes the pistol to her face with a turn of her head, her hand slipping free and up to grab his hand and break it, clean and fast and then she catches the gun and stands. ]
Close your eyes, Tony. [ Her face is completely devoid of expression when she shoots the guard in the forehead and then she moves, uses the chair she's still bound to by one hand as a weapon before it smashes. She has a limited window of surprise that's running out fast, but she bided her time and watched how they moved and she's done her calculations. They're already dead. They just don't know it yet. ]
shaking my head at you with great love
They'd waited too long, now. She was angry, in the cold hard way that came rarely and was almost entirely a result of Tony's face right now and the hard red light that danced in front of her eyes every time she felt how close he was to fugue. It had been a little while since she'd fought with the aim to kill, but they'd made the mistake of assuming she couldn't untie her own bound hands and she had one hand loose in its coils of rope and not a single one of them who'd touched Tony was going to leave this room alive.
She'd been tossing out insults for a little bit now, seeking out their attention with cutting disregard for anything they did to her. Just a little closer, and she finally had one of them with a gun just angry enough to come too close for his own good. Just angry enough, and she takes the pistol to her face with a turn of her head, her hand slipping free and up to grab his hand and break it, clean and fast and then she catches the gun and stands. ]
Close your eyes, Tony. [ Her face is completely devoid of expression when she shoots the guard in the forehead and then she moves, uses the chair she's still bound to by one hand as a weapon before it smashes. She has a limited window of surprise that's running out fast, but she bided her time and watched how they moved and she's done her calculations. They're already dead. They just don't know it yet. ]