Torque & Friction The voicemail starts, and it's Kingfisher
singing, sounding half-drunk and lazy, voice drawling slightly
as he sings the blues. "I'm no candle backing, blowin out in the
wind.. I'm no suffering like, the game I'm in. I'm no street
walk, I got fire and brimstone. Sorry to disturb you, and your
happy home. All bets are off now, when the fire hits the
sea..I'm gonna lay it on you child, bring it all to me.."
—govthookercoulson  Tony’s day has been the definition of
‘shitty’. So much shit has gone down, and he’s barely had time
to take a /piss/ by himself today, let alone get coffee or
Lunch.  He finally sneaks away to get a cigarette, and sees a
message from Phil, forgetting about his somewhat half-assed not-
very-secret Vice as he opens the message.  The song starts to
come, and Tony can hear the rolling flames in the voice, and oh
oh oh this is his Kingfisher, and he loves it, it’s been too
long.  He saves the message, lays there a second, and then
replays it.    ofmg your theme is so pretty h