If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—— (The vampire who said he was you ) (слэш)

Tony is teetering on the edge of ‘perhaps possible, maybe, if you squint’ after the whole Little Obadiah and The Terrorist Mob thing comes by. He’s about ten kilos heavier, most of it in metal, missing about one-fifteenth of his fleshy interior, barely keeping his company afloat and, honestly, doing much better than he expected. Life, the Universe, or Something decides that cannot be borne. In comes the dreaded Thursday from Hell, otherwise known as The Day I Found A Captive Alien Kid In One Of SI’s Warehouses In Jersey.