[One side of Tony's mouth ticks into something that probably wants to be amused but can't quite manage it. The immediate understanding of the issue is gratifying, considering Tony almost takes the theft of his work as a greater insult than the actual attempts to kill him.
Or maybe it's just that he never quite managed to work through the latter. It's not like it's hard to remember exactly what Stane did, but even after all these years it's somehow strange to think of the man who'd practically held him up at his parents' funeral and the man who'd stood over him and literally ripped his heart out of his chest and know that they were the same guy.]
Less in jail, more dead. [It's blunt and unapologetic, but Tony at least knows how it can sound.] But he was, you know, trying to kill me. Repeatedly. So hey.
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Or maybe it's just that he never quite managed to work through the latter. It's not like it's hard to remember exactly what Stane did, but even after all these years it's somehow strange to think of the man who'd practically held him up at his parents' funeral and the man who'd stood over him and literally ripped his heart out of his chest and know that they were the same guy.]
Less in jail, more dead. [It's blunt and unapologetic, but Tony at least knows how it can sound.] But he was, you know, trying to kill me. Repeatedly. So hey.