Hey guys! It's me! Well, actually, I am new, so you don't know me. Anyways, this is my first story. Criticism is welcomed, but be gentle, k? Alright well this story sucks, but it was sitting there, taking up space, so I had to do SOMETHING with it. Enjoy! (Or don't, I can't make you...)
I do not own Tony Stark, or the Avengers. If I did, the sequel would have already come out, and Iron Man 3 would NOT have ended the way it did.
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Tony winced as he rolled over onto his side, pain exploding up and down his left side. His ears rang loudly and the smell of burnt...stuff wafted into his nosed, making him scowl in disgust. He carefully sat up, with much difficulty, looking around, wondering what the heck happened to his Lab. (The capital "L" in the "Lab" was totally neccesary and on purpose. He's Tony freaking Stark for crying out loud!) His head pounded and his eyes burned, and he felt entirely way too hot for his liking. He fumbled to remember what happened as he practically crawled from behind an over-turned work table weakly. Then it clicked as he remembered EXACTLY what happened.
He had been testing out a new chemical composition for the Arc Reactor, to fix the Plasma Discharge problem, when Dummy knocked over a tool box from across the lab, heavy, metal tools crashing to the floor loudly, the sound echoing across the large, concrete-based Lab. He had jumped, and the result was him dumping the vile of god-knows-what chemical mixture onto an open computer panel, and the small power box below it. In his panic at the weird ringing sound that came from the technology below him, he fell backward into a cabinet of chemicals. Before he knew what had exactly happened, all three started smoking, and JARVIS was flashing Warning! Signs and an alarm was ringing and JARVIS was saying something. Then something exploded, and every thing went black.
Now here he sat, stunned. He then checked himself over for injuries.
He had multiple still-slightly bleeding- not serious- non fatal cuts on his upper body. A few bruises were already forming. The pounding in his head and slowness and fogginess of his thoughts pointed to the probability of a slight concussion. His nose was bleeding slightly. He was sore and his right side was on fire, but the reason why evaded the genius, as there was no blood, bones, bruises, or scrapes. He shrugged it off.
But most worrying was the fact that his right ear was unresponsive. He rustled a nearby piece of half-burnt paper right next to it- nothing. And his left ear, it sounded WAY quieter than it should have. He frowned.
'Oh well,' He thought, 'It will probably pass soon'
After shrugging the small problem off (however annoying it was) he rolled and tried to stand, only to have his knees collapse underneath him. Then he was falling and- Oh hey, the floor.
He groaned, cursing under his breath. He rolled and crawled pathetically a few feet away before he was forced to stop. His chest ached, burning hot like fire. He groaned again, out of breath, and wiped to sweat off his forehead. The he flopped down onto his back. He shut his eyes to rest them for just a second, whilst deciding what he should do next. His eyes sprang open as he thought of calling for help. He had exploded the Lab. Shouldn't someone have heard that? Plus, hadn't he installed a system that warned all other house-members to Lab accidents, such as this? Where was everyone?
Then he gasped in panic. Pepper was going to kill him. Bloody kill him- probably with his own freaking technology. He groaned once more.
He shut his eyes again, only to jerk them open once more, jumping at a sudden racket. There was shouting, and a -banging?- sound that echoed through the once eerily-silent, smoking and sparking destruction.
He looked around for the cause, whipping his head left and right, before the action made him dizzy and he looked straight up at the ceiling, dazed. Then Bruce and Steve were above him, in his line of sight, talking quietly to him.
"Tony?! Can you hear us? Come on, speak to us? What happened?!" Steve said so quietly, Tony strained to hear him.
"Capsicle? Speak up, I can barely hear ya. God, I sound awful. " Tony croaked, hoarse, his throat burning from the effort. Bruce and Steve frowned, sharing a look.
"Tony? Steve was talking rather loudly...Did you hit your head? Do you have blurring vision? Here, let me check you over, okay?" Bruce said, even quieter than Steve this time. Tony rolled his eyes. This was not the time to get him back for all the jokes he pulled in graver situations, it was the time to speak up so he could fricken hear them!
"Still whispering! God, what is it with you people? Speak. Up!" He answered, louder, irritated. Bruce's face grew even more concerned, if that was possible.
"Tony? We are speaking up. Please tell me you're not joking. " Then he caught sight of Tony's stoic and completely serious, paler-than-usual face. "Oh my god, your not joking. Can you her this? And this? What about this? Come on Tony, tell me every thing. Talk. And don't you dare leave anything out! " Bruce pleaded with a half-hearted glare, while making several, differently pitched noises with random things around him on the floor while Tony responded to each differently. Steve looked confused.
"Well, I feel like crap. Starting from the top and going down, my head is throbbing, my eyes kinda ache, my throat is all scratchy, my nose is bleeding, and it's kinda hard to breathe. My ears are making this loud ringing sound and everything sounds weird, like foggy kinda, and earlier I tried to get my right ear to respond, but it didn't, but I am sure it will pass. Everything is sore, and my chest aches. The Arc Reactor flickered a but when I first woke up, and my pulse is a bit rapid. I'm a little nauseous and my left ankle up to my knee has a sharp pain in it. " he finished.
Bruce sighed.
"That's actually a short list for the look of the Lab down here. But I'm going to have to check you over my self. Just hang on, okay? This might hurt a bit-" He stated apologetically. Then he began his check-over.
He shined a light in his eyes, revealing that Tony did indeed have a concussion. There was a still-bleeding gnash on his forehead that would most likely require stitches but the bleeding in his nose had stopped, or at least slowed considerably. He pressed down on his ribcage gently but firmly, which caused Tony to hiss loudly in pain. He had two broken ribs, but neither had pierced a lung, yet, fortunately. He had severe bruising all over, but no apparent internal bleeding. He had broken his left leg in three different places, twice on his lower leg (calf) and his ankle. He finished his thorough look-over relatively fast. Steve just sat silently the whole time, a silent supporter. He was concerned, confused, and lost. He was never the best when it came to the medical field. That was Bruce's job. He was the sorta unofficial official doctor of the Avengers team.
Bruce sighed again.
"Alright. I'm going to have to set your leg now, or else it will grow crooked and there will be later problems. Tony, I'm so sorry. "
Tony half-heartedly fake-smiled. "S'ok. Just do it. "
Bruce winced before turning to Steve.
"Alright, I need you to brace him, sorta hold him down. He might flinch or something while I do this. It's gonna hurt-a lot. And get him to bite down on this. " Bruce whispered to him, tearing off a piece of fabric form his shirt, folding it up and supplying it to Steve. Steve sat near his head, and put the cloth near his mouth, knowing full-well what was about to happen. He had seen it a few times on the battlefield, "back in his day".
"Here, Tony, bite down on this. Your going to need it. " He said gently, yet louder than normal. Tony accepted it with a pale face, feat evident in his eyes, facade gone. Bruce bent over him, and nodded to Steve, and with a few sickening cracks and loud yelps and whimpers from Tony, it was done. Steve took the cloth from an even-paler and panting Tony, tossing it to the debris covered floor. Then Clint ran down the stairs and hopped through the broken glass walls. He made his way over to them quickly, scanning the situation for a few seconds silently. Then he turned back to them.
"I called SHEILD and the medics should be here any minute now and-" He was interrupted by the stomping of give pairs of boots as SHEILD issued medics hustled down the stairs and into the lab, hoisting Tony onto the stretcher gently yet quickly. Then Bruce was following them as they rushed away, supplying them with everything he knew on his friend's current condition, and Steve and Clint were left alone in the sparking, smoking lab while DUM-E made use of the fire extinguisher in the corner, happily beeping. Steve sighed.
Just another day in the Avengers Tower.
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Ok, that sucked. Oh well. I plan to update soon, but school is killing me with homework and I have drama and band and such. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Sorry if they seemed OOC. I tried.
Will Tony be okay? Where are the other Avengers + Pepper? What will happen next? Tune in next time to find out. P.S.- If I don't update for a while, it's most likely not because I'm dead. I am probably just busy, or lazy, or busy to the point of death, or having writers block. Lets hope I can actually update soon, hmm?
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-StarkTechGirl