Trigger Warning for mentions of blood and Tony's missing finger. Nothing graphic.
On a side note I went and edited the last chapter. Fixed any mistakes I could find and added about three hundred words.

Missing Finger

Tony laughed a high pitched and hysteric sound as he looked at the space where his finger had been just a few moment ago. Now there was nothing but thin air and blood. The finger itself was laying on the floor of the engine itself far out of his reach. Not that Tony had any plans on sticking his hand back down there to try and fish it out.

What Tony should have been doing was yelling for one of the guards that was stationed right outside of his door. He should have been yelling and calling for help. Letting the guards know that he'd been injured and needed medical treatment. It'd be his luck that all they do would be stick the stump of what had been his finger out into the cold and let that be that.

God, he hoped that they didn't do that. The guards took away arms not fingers and if Tony lost an arm he wouldn't be able to work and if he couldn't work then the people living on the train would suffer. They'd all freeze and die once the engine finally stopped and Tony couldn't let that happen to any of them. Most of all his friends down at the end of the train. But more than them he couldn't let anything happen to Steve. So long as Steve was alive and well (and the council could prove that he was) then Tony would do whatever it took to keep the train going.

If he had to loose fingers then so be it. For now though while he could still form a coherent thought he needed to find something to stop the bleeding. Brown eyes darted around the car and for a second Tony couldn't see anything that would be of use. There was the blanket and sheets from his bed but Tony wasn't sure if he actually needed that much fabric to stop the bleeding. He was making his way over anyways when his eyes caught on a towel that was slung across the back of a chair. He'd thrown it there himself earlier that day after he'd taken a shower. It was still sitting there waiting to be taken away and washed.

Tony reached out with his good hand and took hold of the rough fabric. He wadded it up as best he could before pressing it against the place where his finger had been. The light cloth was quick to stain red with his blood. Tony watched the color for a moment before he managed to shake himself out of his growing stupor. He was stronger than this and giving into shock know wasn't a wide thing to do. It could be hours before anyone checked up on him and found out that he'd been hurt.

Tony didn't know if someone could bleed to death because of a lost finger and he didn't want to find out. He stumbled as he staggered to the door and for a second Tony thought he was going to hit the floor. He managed to keep his feet however and keep moving forward. He was beginning to shake the shock he'd been fighting off winning the battle.

"Hey!" Tony shouted, "I need a doctor."

There was no response from the other side of the door and for a moment Tony feared that they hadn't heard him. He hoped they had and he hoped that they wouldn't make him explained what had happened without at least opening the door. They'd done it before when he'd cut his hand open on a sharp piece of metal. They'd laughed and let him bleed for a few minutes before they'd helped him.

Thankfully the guards at his door this day seemed to be much kinder than some of his other ones. The door slid open with a soft 'whoosh' and standing before him was a man in a guards uniform.

"I've lost a finger." Tony said as he pulled the towel away from the wound. Blood began to flow anew and the guard standing in front of him paled several shades and fainted dead away. Tony probably shouldn't have found that funny but if anyone ever asked he'd just chalk it up to the blood loss and shock.

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Yup there's more. I have planes to do a few after the revolt shorts and alternate revolt endings. I think there's going to be three of those. If anyone has anything they'd like to see let me know and I'll give your idea a shot.