Three
His mind is a swirling, writhing mass of emotions and blurred lines: he can't decipher which is for good and which is for bad. He's trapped, encircled, locked in his own memories where every door is a pathway to darkness, every turn is an unknown venture into the penultimate chime of death, every step is a daunted path to tribulation.
And he can't get out.
He can't get out for the life of him.
Thor quivers with unknown uncertainness. The High Priestess looks desperate and distraught and almost upon feminine instinct, Sif steps forwards, ignoring everyone's piercing eyes to clasp her pale hands in her own.
"Your son?" Odin asks, sounding confused.
"My son. He grows forever weak and it is a bond I cannot ignore," she insists "I have certain attachments to him through my lineage," she flutters one glossy wing.
"Attachments?" Frigga asks, clasping her hands together as her warm eyes flood with maternal emotions. She felt the same with Loki, despite the fact he wasn't her own child by genetic acceptance.
"A bond is passed from mother or father - or both - to their offspring when they gain their wings, much like information is passed in the Midgardian world,"
"And you can sense him?"
"Painfully so," the High Priestess nodded, dark hair tumbling over her porcelain shoulders as she gazes around the glittering golden court.
King Odin and Queen Frigga exchange glances, unable to prevent the High Priestess what she so desperately desired. She hadn't come to see them in a long, long while for anything and this surpassed any of their wildest ideas as to what the problem would be.
It's the least they can do.
It's been three hours since he passed out and they still don't know. JARVIS has not recognised any of his symptoms as life threatening.
Mainly because he shut JARVIS down.
Bruce is the first person to pluck up the nerves and guts to go and talk to Tony. The silence as he knocks upon the genius's door is unnerving.
He calls Tony's name, apologises and says he's sorry.
Silence.
His impatience and anger at Tony's stubbornness eventually gets the better of him and he shoves at the door with such Hulk – induced force that the lock snaps and he stumbles into the room.
"Tony,"
The hoarse whisper is torn from his throat not unlike the billionaire's name had been from the Captain's own mouth when Tony had been free-falling from the sky.
But this surpasses that incident. The sight terrifies, sickens and horrifies Bruce to immeasurable extents and before he knows what he's done, he's yelled out for help and hurriedly applied pressure to the crying wounds slashed upon Tony's wrists.
I'm back. Wow I'm committing to this story. Just going to give myself a gold star for my effort. This was a bit of a crap filler but I hope it's got enough in it ...
And also: I'm NOT encouraging self harm. Don't ever think that you should punish yourself because you are all wonderful, beautiful people!
Meh.
Review? No? Don't mind:-)
Kermit x