sleepwelljudas:

_{[ Tony took it, his gaze still fixed on her eyes as he slipped the card in his pocket. ]}

_{What about texts? I could text you, I like texting people. It annoys the shit out of them but it makes me happy. [ He was always going to try and cheer up anyone when the atmosphere in a room reached its worst point. ]}

^{Please don’t hurt my team, Whitney.}

_{You can do whatever the hell you like, Tony. But there’s no guarantee I’ll answer.}

_{I’m not after your team; I’m only after the girl.}