A/N: Mwhaa, finally I managed to sneak in a dialogue centered piece. Plus who doesn't like Jarvis and a little deadpan humour.
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9. Objective
"Sir. Sir! It is highly advisable that you awake, Sir."
Tony scowled, mumbling, ". . . go 'way . . . Jar."
Sleep. Sleep sounded nice right now.
"Sir, Captain America is bleeding," there was the slightest of pauses, "rather profusely might I add."
Tony's insides ran cold. His eyes snapped open, only to swear loudly and profanely as several aches and pains made themselves known. "Ugh, what hit me?"
"A building, Sir."
Tony groaned, trying to look around, but his display was badly cracked. "Call for help?"
"I have already tried numerous times, Sir, but all comm links are currently down." There was a long pause. "Your going to have to dig yourselves out."
"Dig?" echoed Tony with disbelief, finally regaining some of his addled senses. "What do you mean dig?"
"Thrusters and repulsers are also off line."
"Terrific." He let his head fall back, and finally caught sight of Steve's blood covered face. "Shit. Jarvis!"
"Scanners are also damaged, I am unable to fully assess the Captain's current condition, Sir. As it is, you will have to administer first aid."
"Wait– No no no-no-no! I don't know the first thing about–"
"Sir. You should also take note the building is still on fire and that this location will not remain safe."
"Right." He drew a deep breath. "Alright. One thing at a time then." He looked about. "Like getting out of here . . ." he muttered, breathing heavily as he rolled carefully out from under Steve. He struggled to push himself up in the small space available to them. "Right. One: vacate premisses. Two: patch him up. Three: we find Bruce."
