[ tony is shaking off that random blast of energy, and the unpleasant sensation is honestly leaving him in a worse mood than being hit in the first place. every word he sends akechi’s way is—not quite like daggers, but the sensation of some persistent flick, like he’s tossing pebbles just to irritate akechi’s mental space. ]

I can. I could erase everyone’s memory of this conversation if I wanted to, but I don’t. Now people know what they’re up against.