*Flash back*
"Darkness...everything is black! What is happening?! I can't see! Jarvis, Jarvis, are you there?! Natasha, this is no time to be playing pranks! Nat?!" I screamed, calling out the names of my companions. This isn't Loki with another invasion plan is it? What is happening to me? "Jarvis! What the hell is going on?!" Can nobody hear me?
*Keiland's POV*
I sat there and watched him as he slept, his face cut and bruised. His bandages had dried blood visible from the surface. I could not withstand the look of helplessness that was present upon his bandaged face. Tears softly fell down down my own cheeks. Tony had to pull through-I needed him. I would do everything in my power to ensure his health.
When I had gotten the call from Natasha about the explosion that had hit the tower, I had thought that she was joking. When I arrived, I was greeted with a terrible sight and many somber faces from the other Avengers who had not been in the tower at the time. The entire right side of the tower was missing, and no one would look me in the eyes. I kept asking where Tony was but the only responses I received were blank stares. Finally, I had gotten an answer from Fury. He had just came right out and said it like it was nothing. I didn't even pause long enough to be told anything else, I ran as fast as I could and hijacked the nearest car, I could worry about the charges of grand theft auto later.
Upon arriving at the hospital, my arms flung the doors outward of me. I yelled for the nurse to announce the room my fallen companion lay in. I sat by Tony's bedside as I firmly grasped his hands, I would not release until I could no longer. The doctors entered the room and explained his condition in a soft tone, as to prevent my feeling from further damage, "His condition is critical, his body was so close to the explosion that it is unlikely...he is in bad shape. Many of his organs have taken a lot of damage. We have our best doctors at call…"
"So, he's going to be alright though?" I asked concern fluent in my voice.
"Ma'am, that's really tough for me to answer at the moment. All I can tell you is that we are all doing our very best to make him comfortable."
"Make him comfortable? You make it sound that you already given up on him." I said my face red with anger.
"I assure you that is not the case. We are just making you aware of every possibility."
I swear to you if he hadn't left the room after that, I would have lost control of my assassin instincts.
At this moment I noticed that Steve had been leaning in the doorway. It seemed odd, as the two were always fighting. He informed me the rest of the group was patiently sitting in the waiting room. I calmed myself down, and lay myself again by Tony's side. My eyes slowly closed as I dozed off.
I awoke to the sound of Steve calling for the nurses and doctors. I could hear the thudding of the Avengers' footsteps as they neared the room. My head jerked towards Tony, only to hear the sound of his heart monitor flat-lining. My eyes widened and my heart beat faster and faster as the seconds progressed. I grabbed Tony by the arms and shook him, yelling for him to wake up. Tears poured out of me in an uncontrollable manner. I looked to my fellow companions and saw tears and helpless eyes. I mumbled to Tony, wishing for him to be okay.
The doctors conversed "Time of death, 3:47am."
I felt numb; I could not feel my hands. I lost all feeling. I cried, not even feeling the tears roll down my face any longer. I crawled onto the bed beside Tony and curled my body up against his, with his hand beneath my nose. I said to myself WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FALL ASLEEP. Somehow, I felt guilty, as if this was all of my fault. I then thought he is not dead, he'll be okay, I will not let him die. My tears poured onto the hands of my lost friend. I heard a single beep.