“You…you bastard!” Tony winced. “Babe, I didn’t—” “Didn’t what, Tony!? Didn’t know what she wanted to do? Didn’t see what she was getting at? I asked you not to go back to that gym! I knew this would happen!”
“Babe, it wasn’t a big thing. You can’t really tell em where I can or can’t go”
“Oh really? Fine. Head to that gym, you little bitch!”
(Flash)
Tony stared down in sheer incomprehension at his new bust. That gym was turning out to be, alarmingly, to be more trouble then it was worth.
