"Knock, knock, knock." Schiller knocked on the door.
The moment he pushed it open, he found himself staring wide-eyed at Stark.
With a whoosh, a throw pillow flew past Schiller's ear. Schiller rolled his eyes, picked it up, and said, "What are you going crazy for? We agreed on eighty bucks, fixed price. Isn't it a little late to regret it now?"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Stark slammed a fist on the table. "The other you killed me outright, and I didn't even finish the mission. You bastard!"
Schiller opened his mouth and used every ounce of strength he had to suppress the smile threatening to curl his lips, putting on a regretful expression instead.
"So the mission failed." Schiller coughed twice, pressing the fingertips of both hands together. "You should know I can't control what they do..."
"But you should have at least warned us how dangerous they were!" Stark said through gritted teeth. "He even tried to rip the reactor out of my chest. If I hadn't backed off fast enough, the pain would have killed me on the spot!"
"I did warn you." Schiller frowned. "What did I say before I left? Don't trust any version of me, and don't turn your back on anyone. You didn't ignore every single word, did you?!"
Stark opened his mouth. "That counted as a warning?"
"Besides, I told you long ago that the thing embedded in your chest is completely unreliable. It does nothing except give you an extra weakness. And you kept it just so you could see the shocked expressions on Iron Men from other universes. You brought this on yourself!"
"Isn't that blaming the victim?!" Stark was astonished. "Even if you can't control what your other personality traits do, you should at least have