"hey. hey. you're alright, it's okay." tony soothes. you used to hate him. the way he called you 'probie', treated you like a child, and was always in your workspace, looking at your computer. that was, until you got shot for the first time. he sat in your hospital room for three days straight, only leaving your side to take trips to the vending machines. but today, you've been kidnapped. you could've escaped, if you tried a little harder. but you knew if you did, you'd never find the kidnapper again. but staying was hard, and now you're all beat up and bloody. "we got him, okay? and the girls. all of em." he assures.