So, I started the Mojito Chronicles’ prequel
It’s raining cats and dogs, when Tony steps inside the pub. He shakes and pulls his hair away from his eyes, dreaming about his old bed and one of his cashmere pullovers. He doesn’t really like them, but every year, for his birthday, Pepper gives him one. He has a pretty encomiable collection, at this point - well, he had. In this moment, Tony has anything but the clothes he wears and the Rolex on his wrist.
















