'Well that was a bad idea'
Tony stared at the bars, half noting that he was missing his left shoe. The nails were petal pink, and he could still see the beginnings of a tattoo crawling up his ankle.
He turned back to Loki, who seemed to take to the cell like a cat in a box, even with a ruined suit.
"That last one definitely wasn't supposed to explode." He sat down, rubbing his forehead to ease the upcoming headache. Shots and machines usually worked much, much better for him.
"You should also stop looking so pleased about it." The engineer pointed at Loki.
The accused only hummed.















