Anthony Edward Stark

Jim climbed up onto the bed and removed his tie, making sure it was strong material before he hooked it around the top of the spinning ceiling fan. He held the device still, ignoring the racket it made at it's forced stop as he tightened the ties grip and made sure it was hanging on. Letting go, the fan twirled once more and the tie hung off it. Turning to Tony, he smirked darkly.

"Go back to building weapons or I'm going to make that your noose. And it won't end cleanly. You'll choke, it won't snap your neck and it'll take a while. You'll probably feel yourself stop breathing, your eyes burning with pain, it's not pretty," Jim informed him as he crouched on the end of the bed and crawled closer to Tony, clambering up him much like a lapdancer would do for a bigger tip.

Leaning down, he smiled and patted Tonys face.

"Death or go back to your old ways. Pick? I know what I'd do," he leaned down and whispered in Tonys ear, it was strangely intimate but that was Jim all over, he seemed nearly affectionate but it couldn't be more wrong. "I'd rather die, wouldn't you?"

Why would anyone give up when they'd gotten so far?