"Sir, Director Fury is saying that there has been an attack on London, and he said to tell you that Commander Phoenix is MIA. I was-" By the time Jarvis finished his sentence, Tony was running out the door of the previously quiet Common Area of Avengers Tower. He yelled out, "Get your super suits on, mi amigos, we're going to England!"
As it turned out, the "attack" was a bunch of dress-clad people waving sticks around, shouting "Abracadabra" and what sounded like "redactor." Only Tony knew who it was that was attacking, and what they were attacking with. The battle in and of itself was surprisingly uneventful. Nobody received more than superficial wounds, with the notable exception of Barton, who got a hyperextended right shoulder after he swung a bit too hard around the sharp corner of a building. Once the battle was over and done with, the team was helping with the extensive cleanup borne of multiple buildings blowing up spontaneously, when Tony saw an arm poking out of a pile of rubble. As he flew over, still wearing the suit, he said over the comms, "Hey Cap! Got a person over here under what looks to be a very gray, boring brick house that decided to bail." As Tony lifted the rubble up off of the person, he vaguely heard Steve saying, "Really, Stark? This is a historic city that just got attacked, and all you can think about it how the house bailed! It got blown up!" When a response failed to come from the usually exuberant man, everybody looked to where Tony was last seen, and their hearts stopped.
As Tony lifted the brick and concrete off of the person, it became apparent that they weren't actually breathing. As he uncovered the face, his heart stopped. He yelled, "Jarvis, unlock the suit! Get it off, get it off!" He bodily threw himself from the suit, onto the ground beside the body, which could now be seen to be a man. The man had what could be jet-black hair, which looked more grey than anything else from the dust created when the building fell. His face was a pale grey, as if he was drained of all his blood. His face was surprisingly unblemished, even though he was laying seemingly dead under a collapsed building. He was wearing dark slacks, and a once-emerald green dress shirt. His eyes were open, a once vibrant green gazing into nothingness. His mouth was slightly open, as if he had been calling for help, but the rest of his face was lax. Tony fell to his knees front of the man, cradleing his head in his arms. He brushed aside the bangs covering the man's forehead, and gently kissed a curiously-shaped scar, that looked like a lightning bolt. Tony curled around the man's head, all the while whispering, "Harry, no please god no. You can't, you can't! You can't be dead. You can't! I've already lost Mom and Jarvis and Yinsen, I can't lose you too! Please, Harry, no!" Tony felt his face growing warm, and realized that the curious sensation he had felt across his face were his tears tracking across his face. Tony choked back a harsh sob, and held the dead man's head even tighter. "No Harry, no! Please, you can't leave me! You aren't supposed to be dead! You can't die! I'm the one who's supposed to protect people, and put their life on the line, not you! You can't, Harry, you can't!" Tony didn't realize that the team had been slowly creeping up on him during the whole ordeal, until he heard a sharp intake of breath behind him, and a black and red blur fall to its knees right beside him.
As the team slowly crept up behind Tony, who was oblivious to it all, Natasha caught a glimpse of jet-black hair and bright green eyes, and took a sharp breath. She sprinted the rest of the way to Tony, falling to her knees beside him. A sharp keening noise broke through the air, and it took Natasha a moment to realize that it was her who had made the noise. She noticed that the rest of the team had drawn up behind her, and were openly curious about Tony and Natasha's reactions to the body. Suddenly, Natasha started shaking the man's shoulders, shouting, "Люблю! Гарри, пожалуйста, проснись! Не делай этого с нами, пожалуйста!" Tony joined in, murmuring, "Harry, peidiwch â gwneud hyn! Os gwelwch yn dda deffro, babi! Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi, peidiwch â gadael!" Nobody had any idea what either grief stricken Avenger was saying, but they could tell based on the tone, that they were begging for something. All of a sudden, Tony slapped the person, and the man shot awake and caught Tony's hand as it rose to deliver another blow. Tony froze, a look of shock plastered on his face.