Literature
Tony Stark x Reader: Guilt
Your body hit the floor. You pushed yourself up to your feet.
“Hit me again.”
“You sure, sweetheart?”
“Tony, hit me again.”
He swung and you dodged. You jabbed twice and barely felt his gloved hand hit your jaw. Sweat and pain clouded your vision. The only thing you could concentrate on was the rhythm of the blows. Hit, dodge, dodge, hit, hit, duck, step, duck, hit, dodge, block, block, block. Wisps of hair clung to your face, and hot, labored breath heaved out of your chest. The hits landed on your defensive arms over and over again. Each beat drummed your thoughts into your head. Hit by hit Tony force