"Steve! Are you ok?" Tony struggled against his bonds. He was tied up with rope to his chair. While Steve laid on the bed like a corpse.
Steve opened his eyes and blinked slowly like he was trying to register that there was someone else in the room with him. He clearly had lots of blood drained already. His brain's gonna go soon.
Tony struggled against the rope with as much force as he could muster. It was a shame that Davidson had his iron man suit removed from him. He bent down and used his teeth and it actually helped loosen the knot slightly. He was working with all of the determination he could muster. He needed to get to Steve, plain and simple. After all he blamed himself entirely for this whole situation.
He heard Steve wheeze. In and out. It started out slowly at first, but then he noticed that Steve was struggling in the bed, gasping for air. His lips had a blue tinge to it. He's not breathing.
"STEVE. STEVE!" Tony yelled at the top of his lungs. He went into panic mode as he struggled against his bonds. By some miracle of God, the ropes were getting more and more slack until he squeezed one hand free and quickly went to work undoing the other hand with his teeth and free hand as he occasionally looked back at Steve, who was slowing down his movements. This was not good. This was really not good at all. "HOLD ON." Tony squeezed the other hand free and sprinted to Steve. He slammed Steve's naked chest over and over to get his heart to start pumping again. He put his ear to his lips and didn't feel any breath, so he went at it again. Slamming and slamming. "COME ONE BIG GUY." Still, no breath sounded from Steve's lips. Steve's eyes were rolling in the back of his head and he was growing more limp by the second. Tony put his lips on Steve's and started doing mouth to mouth. If Steve couldn't breathe on his own, Tony would gladly do it for him.. (As long as there were no receipts). It took a full minute of chest compressions and mouth to mouth until Steve could breathe on his own again.
"Oh thank you God." Tony said in complete gratitude. He wiped his sweat off his brow. He looked down at Steve who was trembling and terribly pale. His eyes were hollow but there was some level of recognition there as he glanced at the man who had just saved his life. Tears fell down his face and he closed his eyes as the blood was being drawn endlessly. Tony eyed the TV screen. How long did this have to go on? His heart already stopped for goodness sakes. Davidson would bleed him dry until he found a cure.
He looked around the room for any possible sign of escape. There were no windows. Just one door. He pulled and pulled on it, but to no avail. It was bolted completely shut. What he wouldn't give for some Steve manpower right now. He looked back at Steve. He was a shadow of the man he once was. He was terribly weak and vulnerable. And there was nothing Tony could do about it. Not a damn thing.
He let out a sigh of frustration. There was nothing he could do except wait. Wait for rescue or death. Whichever came first. He hoped Natasha found a way in with the others. Right now, that was their only hope.
He heard Steve whimper pathetically. Tony's heart broke. He looked to see if there was a way for him to just pull the plug on the IV'S but Tony had no idea how to operate these things. And the one connected to Steve's neck looked really deep. It might be connected to the major artery. He couldn't risk it. If he couldn't do anything to stop the blood flow, he could at least comfort Steve and help him fight on.
He walked over to Steve's bed and wiped away the younger man's tears. His eyes were half lidded. He was going through hell. Tony couldn't help it. He climbed up in the bed and curled up next to his best friend. Tony situated Steve so that his head was leaning on Tony's shoulder. He rubbed his arms and told him stories of the mighty Captain America that his father used to tell about him. Steve probably couldn't register a single word but Tony didn't care. If there was a shred of hope that this would help him survive, he would do it.
"I'm sorry big guy. I'm sorry I got you into this mess. And I'm sorry they took you. I should never have left you. I should never have left. Just hold on for me. For us. The team. The fam. We need you more than you know. You mean the world to us. Please, Steve, don't give up. I Know it hurts. I know."
