"Really? I thought it was supposed to be really nice. What I’ve read anyway." He touched the mark on Peter’s wrist again, tracing his signature. The marks were supposed to be an erogenous zone after they popped up… if it was the soulmate who touched it. His mind strayed to some thoughts it could be used for before he was distracted by the bond, feeling a twinge of unease that clearly wasn’t from him. This would need some time to get used to.
He could feel Peter’s reaction to his touching, but it was distant, like a phantom pain. He figured it would get stronger with time. Every bond was different, though there were some things that were universal, like the marking. “You okay?”
”Yeah, sure I’m fine. It’ll just take some adjusting,” Peter said, pulling his frown back up into a smile. So his back tingled and ached, so what? It was probably nothing important, just a weird after affect of the of the fall. “We do need to talk though, about, all that stuff? Like, the stuff we said we need to talk about?”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand, “Hell, okay that was really awkward. Let’s just, grab some food and head to the living room or my cabin or something? And talk about what this all means.” Scooting off the meditable, he shrugged his shoulders, trying to get rid of the hot ache that settled on his shoulder blades. It didn’t help, but he felt a little better about it anyway.
Tony didn’t bother to hide his grimace. “Yeah. The dream memory thing, right? I don’t want you to… to go in unprepared. Some parts of my life is something I’d never wish upon anybody else…” A flash of memory, sharp scalpel digging into his chest before he forcefully banished it to the back of his mind with practiced ease.
He felt a twinge from the bond, but he was so new to it he couldn’t pin down the feeling before it flitted away. “Yeah, food sounds really good right now.” They were supposed to have lunch in the marketplace, but the Spartax warriors had cut those plans short. His stomach rumbled in agreement and Tony coughed.