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... etreat." His monster form could easily speak and the voice was chilling to say the least. Tony's repulsors hummed to life, and Hubert growled lowly, pressing his claws deeper against Barton's ribs. Blood seeped from the wound.
"Ah-ah. Move an inch, and I spill him open." Tony's jaw clenched.
"Why do you care about him, anyway?" Hubert asked. "I've seen your kind. Cold. Detached. Calculating. Or is this weakness? Sentimentality?"
"You wouldn't get it," Tony said, voice fla ...
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