[He doesn't have any time to react before Tony's yanking him up. All he can think is that this is it. There's going to be a knife or glass or metal in his stomach or chest, and waiting for the burn of agonizing pain was only inevitable.
So when it doesn't come at all, he freezes up, breathing erratically against Tony's shoulder as his mind tries to catch up. What the hell? What is he doing?
His hand finds the front of Tony's shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. It's definitely not a return of the embrace, but he's too dizzy to shove the older man back. So there he sits, forehead pressed against Tony's shoulder as he struggles for breath, fatigue making his tension turn to trembling with effort in the other man's arms, trying not to collapse.]
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So when it doesn't come at all, he freezes up, breathing erratically against Tony's shoulder as his mind tries to catch up. What the hell? What is he doing?
His hand finds the front of Tony's shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. It's definitely not a return of the embrace, but he's too dizzy to shove the older man back. So there he sits, forehead pressed against Tony's shoulder as he struggles for breath, fatigue making his tension turn to trembling with effort in the other man's arms, trying not to collapse.]
Stop-- please...