Playing Poker

Well That Was Something...

  Meanwhile, Storm was seen gripping his paper bag tightly, (even though it was attached to his respirator) inflating and deflating it
  with his panicked hyperventilation while his eyes were wide. Teary. And bloodshot. His face was stained with his own tears and
  sweat as his entire body was all curled up and trembling on his side like a sad little bug. A sad little bug that was laying on a dirty
  floor...in a puddle of it's own tears and sweat cartoonishly. 'WhatamIgonnadowhatIamIgonnado?!?!?!?' he thought to himself
  frantically in his mind, along with several other questions that were racing around in his head and swarming him like angry
  wasps. It was to the point where he could barley even hear his own rapid heartbeat, but he sure could feel it beating against his
  chest like a drum. However, he'd suddenly feel himself hopping up and down cartoonishly from an approaching shaking and
  rumbling in the ground that sounded suspiciously like stomping. Both hearing and feeling this instantly made him stop what he
  was doing and instead look very scared with fear in his eyes as he had felt the stomping stop directly behind him. 'Oh my Gods
  who is that???' he thought to himself uneasily, blinking twice and sweating a little with a tensed body before getting his thoughts
  together and hesitantly deciding to sloowly look up at whoever was there. Of course, he'd see Tony's unimpressed, unamused and
  frankly annoyed expression on his very fluffy and fat face, still holding his cigar in the side of his mouth and having his patterns
  on his floppy ears and on his head. His one good eye was also completely back to normal now. "D'fuck awre youdoin'?" he
  questioned with a raise of his brow and a knot in his lips. Storm
blinked twice with a blank expression, instantly coming back to
  actual reality and quickly tearing off the paper bag from his
respirator. Throwing his arms in front of him shortly after in
  defeat as he know felt very hopeless, very embarrassed and very
relieved at the same time. "Thank goodness it's just you..." he
  praised with a thankful tone, almost sounding like he was sighing in relief within. However, in the back of his mind, he was
  pretty much thinking the opposite; 'why couldn't Sniper just magically show up???'. He believed that it'd be best to not say his
  true feelings though since he didn't want to die. But also because Tony was helping him to basically become somewhat immortal
  again. "Yeahwhatevah kid" he said, shutting his eyes briefly with a left turn of his head and a swift back and forth motion of his big
  ringed paw that was armed with a brass knuckle. "Just get up and get goin', I've got a grudge'ta get rid'ave" he added bitterly.
  Closing three of his toes in a fist which made them snugly press up against his worn brass knuckles as he'd poke the free toe and
  claw on his chest while sternly staring down at the somewhat thankful teen. Clearly showing him that he wasn't playing around.

  Storm blinked twice yet again, instantly looking nervous at this strict and straight forward command "b-but" he stuttered meekly,
  believing their partnership to be over and done with already. "what about my collar?! Aren't we gonna go and get that?!" he
  asked frantically and sweat a tiny bit while his eyes were all widened again. Now Tony just looked even more annoyed as his
  cigar cartoonishly drooped with his expression. "Didja seriously not listen t'what went on back 'dere, kid?!" he asked hostility,
  setting his paw down with a thud as he'd watch Storm blink twice yet again and look very confused. Trying to recall what
  happened minutes ago now was basically just like trying to remember what happened in a dream. "Uh..." he blinked twice
  once more, nervously sweating yet again "no..." he answered with an anxious grin. Pretty much instantly, this made Tony look
  like he reconsidered even meeting this kid. "Ugh..." he'd place his large paw over his eyes and pinching the skin and fur of where
  his brows had met to show his annoyance and disappointment as he'd swear under his breath. Storm felt pretty embarrassed
  from this, but the brute would set his paw down with a thud once more and give the male an annoyed expression. "We need t'go an'
  find Adrian 'cause 'e's d'one who won y'collah an' d'one who fucked up my eye." He huffed "Derrick said 'e's eitha' at d'slot
  machines or 'e dipped t'his lowly little 'house' in d'back of'is tattoo shop. An' trust me kid, I don't wanna go t'his place eitha'; so
  w'just gon a check d'slot machines foist." He elaborated, causing Storm look a lot more nervous than he was already. "What?! Do
  you not even have a plan for this?!" he blinked twice with wide, fearful eyes. Panicking at the mere thought of having no plan or
  mental blueprints whatsoever. Tony blinked slowly, looking to be unamused at Storm's paranoia that seemed very overdramatized
  to the aggressive brute. "No. An' why would I? Just go by y'heart and you'll get at least a ninety p'cent chance at not failin'" he said
  this in a rather casual and relaxed manner. Storm looked utterly
terrified. At this point, he just thought this guy was completely
  reckless. Which, if he had thought about it more...he wouldn't be as surprised. "We're gonna die..." Storm stated with a shaky voice,
  closing his eyes in defeat and placing a paw on top of them. "Nahhdon't say 'dat, kid" he swiped a paw forward casually
  "just get y'self up an' follow me or else y'll'nevah see ya collah evah again." Now he'd sound just a little annoyed and impatient.
  Looked the same too.