Anthony Edward Stark

Jim laughed and eyed the fallen lighter with amusement. Shame he didn't keep that on the bed, he fancied a cigarette now. He blamed Tony, the smell of the mans burnt flesh made him think of his early days, back when he was a smoker and he had to be around for most business interactions.

"He's not a very mighty super hero," Moriarty complained as he hopped off the bed and fiddled around with the pre-loaded ipod they'd been given by the hotel. All boring modern rubbish but every now and again, he found something that sparked his interest. Slipping it into the dock, he turned up the speakers and filled the room with the sound of Beethoven's ninth symphony second movement.

It was always wise to have music playing over things like this. If he did start crying out, they were in trouble.

"Break all his fingers on the left hand. If he cries out even once, break all the fingers on his right hand."