The anger built in waves, welling up and crashing down as game boxes crashed to the floor of the carriage. Eventually though she stood in a scene of chaos and she noticed him.

It was unusual for her to not have noticed him before, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for caring, anyone who was not actively trying to stop her had faded into the background, hidden by her rage.

Her eyes flickered towards him and she scowled, before kicking a crate again.

"No."

She wanted to tear down the whole world, all of the worlds. It wasn't even about Tony leaving, not just that, but everything.