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Eeee! So happy with this dialogue!
"You'd be Prince Stark, then."
"And you'd be Fury's Queen." Tony lifted his head, but the knife continued to press into his throat until he rolled off her, his gut curling with something terrifyingly like desire. Mother Night. No wonder Rhodey had lost his brains over the chit. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all." She sat up with the knife still in her hand, eyeing him warily, her shields up. "What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask the same of you. And, in fact, I already have. You're supposed to be inside those shields. In fact--" *Rhodey!*
*Tony, now is not the time!*
A hand caught at his arm as he reached out to tell the other male that their Queen was outside the shields. "Don't tell Lord Rhodes."
"Don't tell Lord Rhodes what?" Tony demanded. She was out here without an escort, without protection, with a fucking Hydra army attacking down in the valley, and she'd decided that now was a good time to go for a walk up the hill? "In case you haven't noticed, there are several thousand Hydra down there--"
"And I need one of them."
He stared at her, not sure he'd clearly heard what she just said. "You want a Hydra?"
The look she gave him suddenly made him realise just how young she was. Mother Night. Not even old enough to have had her Virgin Night yet. "I need one. Just one."
"Do I even want to know why?"
"I need to get behind his psychic barriers."
"No. That's been tried."
"But not by a female. Not by a Queen."
"And you know that how?"
"Because not one of you cocks has let a Queen anywhere near a Hydra for the last twenty-five years!"
Sudden temper strained inside Tony; he struggled to keep it leashed. "Of course we haven't – because they kill the Queens."
"And has anyone asked why?"
"Because they're the Queens! That's all the reason they need."
"Spoken like a Blood male."
"That is what I am."
"You'd be Prince Stark, then."
"And you'd be Fury's Queen." Tony lifted his head, but the knife continued to press into his throat until he rolled off her, his gut curling with something terrifyingly like desire. Mother Night. No wonder Rhodey had lost his brains over the chit. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all." She sat up with the knife still in her hand, eyeing him warily, her shields up. "What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask the same of you. And, in fact, I already have. You're supposed to be inside those shields. In fact--" *Rhodey!*
*Tony, now is not the time!*
A hand caught at his arm as he reached out to tell the other male that their Queen was outside the shields. "Don't tell Lord Rhodes."
"Don't tell Lord Rhodes what?" Tony demanded. She was out here without an escort, without protection, with a fucking Hydra army attacking down in the valley, and she'd decided that now was a good time to go for a walk up the hill? "In case you haven't noticed, there are several thousand Hydra down there--"
"And I need one of them."
He stared at her, not sure he'd clearly heard what she just said. "You want a Hydra?"
The look she gave him suddenly made him realise just how young she was. Mother Night. Not even old enough to have had her Virgin Night yet. "I need one. Just one."
"Do I even want to know why?"
"I need to get behind his psychic barriers."
"No. That's been tried."
"But not by a female. Not by a Queen."
"And you know that how?"
"Because not one of you cocks has let a Queen anywhere near a Hydra for the last twenty-five years!"
Sudden temper strained inside Tony; he struggled to keep it leashed. "Of course we haven't – because they kill the Queens."
"And has anyone asked why?"
"Because they're the Queens! That's all the reason they need."
"Spoken like a Blood male."
"That is what I am."