I would just like to say that I have fic that is much angstier than this excerpt but I was trying to pick one where the excerpt would not spoil too much of the story.
Anyway, in this completely-finished draft of a story about Whitney Frost that I have just needed to edit for approximately four years, Tony has told the media that he’s dating someone but has not said who (it’s Steve). Whitney has kidnapped Tony in an attempt to get Tony to tell her who he’s dating, presumably so she can make their life miserable. She has also, ironically, kidnapped Steve in an attempt to use him as leverage, so she can threaten to hurt Steve if Tony doesn’t tell her the truth. She has no idea, at this point, that Steve is precisely the person she’d like to be hurting anyway.
“I won’t,” Tony rasped. “No. I won’t do it.”
Whitney half-turned away from him and one of her hands dropped below the table. When she lifted it again, she was holding a gun. Tony couldn’t say he was surprised by this development.
Tony wasn’t going to panic. He’d been through a hell of a lot worse. For all the times Whitney had threatened him over the years – and there had been quite a few of those – she’d never actually shot him. Sure, she had a gun, but this was going to be all right. He could talk her down. He’d always been able to talk her down.
Then Whitney turned, lightning-quick, aimed, and shot Steve.
The gunshot echoed, thunderously loud.
“No!” Tony yelled. He didn’t realize he was struggling until the cuffs bit into his wrists as he tried to lunge forward. He was helpless to stop her. “No, Whitney, don’t!”
There was a bullet wound high on Steve’s thigh. Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut. His breathing, muffled by the gag, was harsh, pained. Blood was soaking the leather of his uniform, spilling out of him at an alarming rate.
Oh, God. It was so much blood.
This is not even close to being the worst thing that happens to Steve and/or Tony in this story. :D