i wasn't going to post so soon after the last post but i just couldn't help myself! As for the review about the phone situation - the phones were cut but Jenny used her cell phone.
Harker groaned melodramatically, causing Tony to roll his eyes for the hundredth time. "Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it," Tony said as a pre-emptive manoeuvre.
Harker ignored him and groaned again. Tony sighed, rubbing his hand over his tired eyes. He had never been so bored in his entire life. Harker was far from entertaining and the same four grey walls was doing nothing for his energy levels. Harker groaned for a third time, this time louder and with a pathetic high-pitched whine.
"Okay, what is it?"
"I'm not feeling so good."
"Great," Tony muttered. "Take deep breaths, I don't want you puking your guts out in here." Tony told the man unsympathetically. Harker glared at Tony as he lifted himself up off the carpet. He stumbled slightly with the handcuffs hindering his balance. "What do you think you are doing?" Tony asked.
"Trying to get some fresh air, this hatch should open up." Harker motioned to the small square hatch on the roof of the lift compartment. "Then maybe once I can breathe again we can open the doors and climb outta here." Harker stretched onto tip toes and awkwardly flipped the hatch open.
"Yes, lets open the solid doors with the crow bar I have handy and then climb down the lift shaft with this rope and climbing gear!" Tony replied sarcastically, his patience wearing thin.
"Well, I'm not going to just sit here! If I don't get out of here soon I'm gonna-"
"Gonna what?" Tony almost dared.
"In case you hadn't noticed tight spaces freak me out."
"Really? And all that panicking and hyperventilating is just part of your charm?"
"You're a bastard, did you know that?"
"You got the wrong person, the bastard would be my boss." Harker didn't reply. He paced back and forth in the small compartment. In one bold decisive movement he began banging his fists against the door.
"Hey!" Tony shouted, but Harker ignore him. His fists began hitting harder and he started screaming at the top of his lungs. His hands began to bleed as he pounded against the door, leaving smudges all over it. Tony couldn't take anymore, he jumped to his feet and pointed his loaded gun in his face. "Stop, Harker or I'll shoot!"
"Fine shoot me!" Harker replied. "Get it over with!" Harker stopped, plunging the small room into silence. His eyes narrowed. "Or are you too chicken?"
Tony hesitated at Harker's remark and, in that split second, Harker lunged at Tony, fighting for control over the weapon. Tony reacted quickly, pushing back at Harker. Harker grabbed the gun and struggled to pull it from Tony's grasp. Tony managed to push Harker back and against the wall and he heard the familiar crack of skull against metal. Harker shook it off quickly and dug his nails into Tony's hand, breaking the skin. Their struggle for the gun lasted less than a minute before a familiar crack of a gunshot echoed nearly bursting the eardrums of both Tony and Harker in the close quarters.
For a second everything was still and soundless. Slowly, Tony's eyes widened. His hands let go of the gun and his shocked body dropped to the floor. Harker watched, stunned, as Tony looked down at the hole in his thigh, already bleeding profusely.
He Tony raised his head and spoke, his voice trembling from the pain.
"You shot me…"