Tony stared at Steve. The soldier looked as he did before Klaus. Not that evil snarling creature.
Just Steve.
Tony had so many things to say. So many things he had to ask. But he couldn't. He motioned Steve closer.
And grabbed at his hand.
Why?
"Tony?" Steve asked again as though Tony hadn't moved.
Steve.
"Tony?"
Steve.
"Tony!?"
His eyes shot open again and Clint was staying by an all too familiar hospital bed.
He choked back a sob and glanced over.
"Oh thank god. You're awake." Clint looked different.
What happened? He mouthed.
"You've been in a medically induced coma for three months while Bruce fixed your arc reactor."
Where's Steve?
Clint swallowed and bit his lip.
Tony's heart sank.
"Outside. Your friend Pandora... did something... He's alive and well... he wants to see you... but only if you want to see him."
There was barely one beat.
Steve. Now.