There's a struggle coming from his bathroom, and it's way too early for anyone who might have a key to his place. He hadn't had anyone over through the night, and these days he would remember if he had. With those possibilities ruled out, his next guess is a thief intruding, possibly looking for parts for his prototype.
He snatches an aluminum baseball bat on his way, throwing the door open.
When the figure appears, all he sees is a straightjacket and mussed dark hair. It's almost too late, by the time her features resolve into his recognition.
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There's a struggle coming from his bathroom, and it's way too early for anyone who might have a key to his place. He hadn't had anyone over through the night, and these days he would remember if he had. With those possibilities ruled out, his next guess is a thief intruding, possibly looking for parts for his prototype.
He snatches an aluminum baseball bat on his way, throwing the door open.
When the figure appears, all he sees is a straightjacket and mussed dark hair. It's almost too late, by the time her features resolve into his recognition.
Tony pulls back at the last moment.
"Ho-- shit. Wanda? Shit."