Okay I am only going to post a small author's note in the beginning of this one, specifically just for my reviewers. I have a lot to write and very little time to do it in.

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Demon's Hollow

X's, O's, and Halo's

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The Phoenix, cursed with it's imortality. Just when it thinks that life is finally over, that it has finally reached it's ultimate ending; it's body catches to flames and is forced to be born again. Where in it's life it will once again hope for the ultimate end to come for it's tired of it's overwhelming existence. - Adapted from my muses poem, the adaptation for this story only

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I had the iv in his hand and sighed in relief as it started pumping him full of fluids. His body had become severely dehydrated due to his drinking, I ran a hand through his soft hair, "how could you let this happen to yourself? What happened to you to make you this way? Gods Tony, what have you done?" I placed my glasses down on a table near his makeshift bed on the lab sofa and rubbed my temples free of tension. When I placed them back on my face, I felt the groan force it's way out as the headache decided to make itself more known.

I turned to look over the his vitals on the portable machine I brought over from my own lab and felt a little bit happier at seeing them normal, the only thing bothering me was the dim light coming from his chest; I am pretty sure every time I have seen that light it has been brighter than that. I don't have anything readily available to analyze it though, a thought hit me; JARVIS is always telling him the condition of the reactor which means that maybe he can tell myself the condition in Tony's place.

"JARVIS?" I called out to the AI butler urgently, not happy that it is taking him a while to respond.

"Yes sir, what is it you need?" Okay good, none of the systems are down; which is good. That is what I was worried about, because JARVIS was taking a bit to get back to me.

"JARVIS, I need an update on the condition of the arc-reactor; the light is dim and has me concerned." That is a great way to phrase it, that will override any and all programs meant to block me from knowing by Tony, as it is the AI's number one priority to protect Tony Stark in any way necessary; even if that means disobeying protocol.

"It is at the power of thirty percent, sir." Well that is helpful, I don't really even know what that means; though with that low of a number it can't be good.

"What does that mean for him JARVIS?" I feel the concern for him flood through my body and I want to yell and scream at the idiot, to ask him why he drank himself into a coma and left me here to deal with his mess. Why does he always do this type of thing to me?

"It means that it is healing his body, and probably causing him a lot of pain; perhaps a direct charge would help. If that is all sir, Pepper is in need of me at a board meeting." I waved him off and brought myself back to a memory of when Tony was laughing with Thor and Rogers about a fight the three of them had. During the fight Thor struck Tony in the direct center of the chest, where the reactor is, and his power went up to four-hundred percent. The paddles on the emergency kit caught my eye and I grinned, I wonder if I can reenact that moment; even a little bit to help Tony heal faster.

I stripped him of his outer clothing leaving him in only his boxers, forcing myself not to stare at him I started prepping for this method as I did not want to hurt him. I placed reflective pads on his skin so that the electricity would not have any 'hot spots' and end up burning him, which I am sure he would not appreciate later. Once all the prepping is completed I felt ready to start the small procedure.

I turned on the paddles and rubbed them together upon hearing the whir of them letting me know that they are ready I said "clear," and placed them directly against either side of the reactor. I repeated this process several times, each time the reactor getting brighter and brighter. I stopped after the third time and removed the pads and cleaned his skin of the gel residue left behind.

I then moved on checking his feet and hands for cuts as when I left had found a lot of broken glass, from various broken bottles that were laying around; my guess is he threw them in a drunken rage. I am just checking to make sure he did not damage himself while walking around in a drunken stupor. Turned out that he did end up walking over quite a few of them and even at some point had the glass heal on the inside of his foot, I shook my head; why didn't he come to me and tell me that his foot has been bothering him? He knows I would have fixed it no questions asked, though admittedly; I haven't exactly made myself easy for him to get a hold of.

"Hey Doctor Banner, I did not expect to see you in here, what's going on and why are you cutting open Mr. Stark's foot?" That would be Clint, though what I would like to know is how he got into Tony's lab it takes a genius toi hack Tony's codes, then I sighed; or a really good spy who is just really observant.

"I am helping my friend deal with severe alcohol poisoning and in one of his drunken stupors he stepped on broken glass, which reminds me I haven't cleaned up all of the glass yet so be careful when walking through here." I continued to work, at least it is a small piece of glass, not something larger like what I had been expecting. Also it is wedged in muscle wich makes it easier to get out rather than fatty tissue which shreds easily when messed with, gently I wedged it out once out I sewed together the damaged tissue and skin moving on to any other injuries I could find on his feet; shaking my head as I found several.

I looked up from my patient and saw Hawkeye still standing around looking awed at me. "Is there anything you needed Hawkeye?" I raised an eyebrow in question at the man, this is one of the longest times I have been around him without there being certain doom hanging in the balance.

"Well I wanted to know if you confessed to that guy you liked yet." He nodded towards the one passed out on the sofa, I held back the groan; is my love life suddenly so interesting that everyone needed to be a part of it?

"Agent Hawkeye, there will be no confessing; as far as I am concerned I don't need to break the rest of New York because I decided that professing my undying love for an ego maniac is more important than the rest of their lives. It just is not worth it. By the way, when did you become so interested in my love life; let alone interested in anything that I am doing? Forgive me but you have never been the type to corner me over a patient and demand to know anything about me." Out of anyone that is more Thor or Tony's thing to do, as they just come out and ask me what they want or need and usually it ends up being rather personal and something I would rather not talk about.

"I feel bad about saying this out loud, because I realize how bad this sounds; you and I have had nothing but honesty and that should never change. Fury asked me personally to keep an eye on you until you don't need me to anymore, he was pretty cryptic about that; I can only think he was talking about your confession. I am genuinely your friend and did not need asking twice, please don't think that I was pretending to be your friend to get close to you; that was never the case." I felt the flash of rage, the black haze raising to the surface; my eyes must have flashed green because he backed up. That's what he did wrong I guess, he backed up towards Tony; I don't know why but I didn't fight my other half. I didn't even think that it could hurt Tony and break the tower itself, I just did not want this double crosser near this kind and ingenious scientist.

"Out of here, now Hawkeye; it isn't safe for you here anymore." Before my vision turned into the haze of near sighted anger I watched Agent Hawkeye run out.

I turned my head and the anger dissipated to a deep sadness that kept my other half outside. Hulk picked up Tony and cradled him in his lap, at least until Tony woke up. "Well, good to know I am not good smashing material; damn Banner did'ja have to kill my buzz though?"

So he knows I can see him, I just hope the more primal half of myself doesn't do something that I will regret later. "You sick." Well yeah, that's pretty good; at least he is being good about it. staying to the stuff that won't hurt me worse.

"Yeah, that kinda happens when I drink too much big guy; thanks. Not that I mind, but why am I on your lap?" Though Hulk's confusion I could see the look on Tony's face, seems he is genuinely uncomfortable.

"Hulk's Iron man belongs here." If I could blush in my own mind I would, profusely.

"Um, okay; can I have Banner back please. Um, I need to talk to him and I am sure he has questions; I also need to know what made him so mad." I could almost hear the defeat in his voice.

"Banner is stupid." I felt my body relax and go slack, the next time I had opened my eyes I felt like myself and my thoughts weren't clouded by either anger, or depression. "Tony, let me check your vitals." He moved off my lap the moment he noticed me changing back. "Looks like your vitals are better than they were several hours ago, I would suggest less binges. JARVIS!"

The AI came back to me immediately, "Sir, his power levels are holding at two-hundred and thirteen percent."

"Okay Tony everything looks good, you said you wanted to talk?" At this point I was standing and cleaning my glasses, looking away as he tried to dress himself and failed. "Oh, I had to stitch up your feet a bit, you will have to stay off of them for a few days. I will clean up the glass before I leave."

"That explains the pain in my feet," he let out a awkward sounding laugh as he winced in pain. He took the industrial strength pain killer I offered him and water. "Thanks, so who pissed you off to bring out the big guy?"

"Hawkeye, now I really should get going I have a lot of work to do; I brought a wheelchair in earlier in case you needed it." He lifted his arms to be lifted, I offered a gentle smile and picked him up; setting him gently in the seat. "Have a good day Tony, here is a pill box with pain killers in it; take one every six hours. Get plenty of rest, if you need me have JARVIS get a hold of me; and for the love of god no more drinking TONY STARK YOU ARE NOT IMMORTAL." I fought to calm myself down, "Have a good day phoenix."

I watched him blink slowly at me, confusion written all over his face; then I turned cleaning up the rest of the bottles and glass before leaving the lab. Apparently the new nickname left him speachless, a first for both myself and the famous can talk himself and everyone around him to death Tony Stark.

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Demon's Hollow