Yet another Avenger oneshot.
Hope ya'll have a great day.
Fez
"This is the last chance to back out, Tony." Rhodey wore a suit, despite the fact he was only lounging around in the Avenger's tower.
Tony bit his lip, sitting across the table to Rhodey. He scratched at his cheek, damn he needed to shave. He hadn't really had time in the past few weeks. Him and Rhodey were working on a project, a personal one, but far safer than Ultron.
He leaned back in his chair, eyeing up the machine a few feet away. He nodded slowly.
"We've been working on it for ages. It'll work. When have my calculations been wrong?"
Rhodey tilted his head, looking pointedly at Tony.
"Well..."
"Shut up, that was one time."
Rhodey grinned, but it faded as his eyes flickered over to the white, coffin-like machine. It was quietly whirring, blue lights glowing along its length.
"Tony, it has been three months. If it doesn't work, or the model fails some point in the future, it could reopen a lot of mental wounds, especially for..."
Tony sighed, burying his head in his hands. After a second, he lifted his head, fixed his hair and craned his neck to see the screen at the head of the machine.
"Do you think we should stop now? We have two minutes before it- he- starts to feel pain."
Rhodey shook his head, pressing his lips together, leaning back to look at Tony properly.
"Vision came out okay. He'll be fine."
Tony nodded and pressed the green box on the display. Numbers began counting down on the machine and the whirring became just a little more audible.
Tony raised his glass of scotch to Rhodey. Downing it, he muttered, "For luck."
Rhodey raised his and sipped.
The numbers on the screen fell away faster and faster, Tony gulping down another shot glass, Rhodey looking increasingly worried.
Bleep.
'Sir, the Prototype PMII is complete.'
The machine's lid rushed open with a hydraulic hiss and a cloud of cold steam, Tony standing to look at the results of his project.
And Pietro Maximoff's eyes opened.