"Three steps? Such detailed instructions sound awfully suspicious…"
"But who am I to interfere with time?" As the words left his lips, he took three, careful, yet somehow gleeful steps in the direct she instructed.
She leaned against the wall when he was in position, a calculating expression on her face before she gave a confident nod, "Mm, yes! That will do nicely!"
She produced an orange in her hand, and looked at it thoughtfully for a moment, before flinging it through the air, aiming for a metal bucket that had been stuck to the ceiling. The instant the bucket was hit, it started to swing, causing the pure black ink that had been inside it to slosh over the edges, landing on Tony's head.
"Why, look! It worked!"











