It hurt to laugh, after the way he’d flung her against the wall. But she couldn’t help the broken chuckles escaping her mouth. “D’you do aught but talk and toss? You threaten pain and death and jeer at me for m’gift, m’curse.” Yep, something was awry in her back now. “Zealotry. Ego. Mine.” She kept laughing, curled around the pain.
“Mine, and you with your pretty pretty dark Stark. They’re neither of them whole now, d’you know it? All you’ve tried, all your magic, he’ll never /be/ whole. Can’t be.” It’s a dream, it’s things she shouldn’t know, spilling out of her mouth along with the pain. She has always hated this aspect of her power most of all.
Knowing.
Liesmith rolled his eyes, “And predictably none of my thoughtful criticism has managed to penetrate that ludicrously THICK skull of yours,” without warning a clone appeared to grind his heel down upon the woman’s lower spine, “Are you asking me to truly hurt you?” he asked flatly with an unimpressed look upon his face, “Again, you are proving my point with your incessant masochism.”
The God down looked at her with a truly pitying expression, “Who says he has to be whole? There is nothing wrong with those who are incomplete.”
He held his hands behind him as he continued to stroll around her as he contemplated what to do. This woman’s brain matter was not even fit to stain his boots, he felt it would be awful if any of her stupidity even touched his person.
“I’m begging,” she hissed, through the pain of his foot in her spine. “Kill me. End this. I can’t stand to see you, you, take a shadow and make of it a form. Pygmalion did better than you!” Hot tears spilled out of her eyes, unnoticed. “Take the darkness and pretend it’s light, what a fool you are. At least I admit my follies; I’ve never pretended Tony was anything less than what he is. Or more.”
Growling at the pain, she forced herself over enough to snatch at the heel pressing down, and dumped fire into it. She was going to die now, whatever he did; nothing she did now could change that outcome. Maybe, she could at least leave some mark behind to show for it.
Fire, and fire, and more fire, all his anger into searing heat and crackling flames through her hands.