Iron Titan

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Absolute devastation. That was the only way to describe it.

It was utterly senseless, yet coldly methodical. The Madonna Inn, the inescapable steadfast, had become utterly trifling in how easily it was torn asunder. The barrier separating it from each residents' home had been obliterated. A gauntletted hand through tissue.

The bitterly cruel irony was that few residents still lived to witness this come to pass.

"Your kingdom, Odinson. Your people." The Titan wrenched Thor up from the ground, fingers circling his skull. "False idols. Comfortable lies for an uneasy head."

Comments

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

The note was written down in decent print--almost illegible at the beginning with his researchers' slashmask script, though immediately an effort was made for it to be presentable.

"Good morning/afternoon/whenever Big Guy,

Sorry to doze and dash. I got a good five hours this time. 26% up from the average.

I had a breakthrough in between sleep cycles. Gonna find Rocket. Gotta see this through. I'm really close, I can feel it, y'know?

I want to wake up with you every morning. There'll be more of that once the suit stops the rinky-dink show.

-Tony

PS. I kissed the paper. You can kiss it back."

[st_ormbreaker]

For a half-minute after he's finished reading it, Thor looks down at the page he clutches tightly in his hand and says and does nothing.

Then abruptly he sets it down on the bed and pushes off the mattress and onto his feet.



When Thor finally leaves, he leaves a note behind as well.

Going out for a bit. Taking the tent.

Good luck with the suit. Speak with you in a few days.

xoxo
Thor