Author is too lazy to bold this note.
I used to have my narrarator in my misc. Books fanfics(hilarious) only, but he is a rebel. He did rebel in my story 'traumatized' I am not so happy with him interrupting-
Author is done beraring the readers.
No I am not! See, told you. He is just like that. Always-
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No! Quiet!
So hi there, I am really happy... For what? Ya I am not so used to writing a fanfic, even after writing so many. The fault goes to my school. They compress our word limit. Seriously, who can write a story in 125 words? No use to rebel, I once wrote a 429 word horror story in my 5.5 out of 6 for the 'beautiful' content. Which was pretty much a hunch of exclamation marks.
Author is finally-
Why do you keep interrupting me?!
Now, I have my vacations, I will try my best to write nice, long and detailed chapters. No promises.
Author is-
Let it be.
😎Author is😉 finally 😅done berating the readers.
The Tony in front of them jerked awake.
The avengers except Tony and bruce, ran towards the cot. Bruce sighed, at the same time as Tony. They began walking casually towards the cot.
Clint shuddered. He kneeled next to the cot . The Tony on the cot was ashen, face lined with pain. His eyes were sunken in and glossy. His first action was reaching out for the tube in his nose.
"wait." yinsen spat immediately, but casually, in English. He checked in Tony, before removing the tube himself. Tony whimpered in pain.
Natasha observed tony's face. He looked confused, scared, curious...angry? Natasha would never know.
Yinsen looked ...calm. How the hell was he so calm?! His tranquil fingers had a calming affect on Tony. Both the present Tony and the past Tony relaxed with a single look at yinsen's face.
"who are you?" Tony asked, rising from the cot. Yinsen helped him up.
For the first time, Tony noticed the a wire ,make that wires, on his chest.
"I am-"yinsen began,smiling, but was immediately interupted by Tony . "what the hell is this?!" his voice was shaking, partially from the pain.
"you were panicked." clint pointed out.
" was there any other emotion to show?" the present Tony shot back, little harshly. Observing the look on clint's face, he took a deep breath and repeated a little softly. " I mean, I was panicking because...you know...it could have been anything..."
It wasnt much of an explaination, but clint,being a shield agent, understood.
"its a car battery." yinsen explained. " attached to an electromagnet. It keeps the shrapnel away from your heart."
"what shrapnel?"
Yinsen sighed. " you should know that."
Tony closed his eyes deep in thought.
" yeah." he muttered dejectively. " a bomb, exploded on my face."
"thought so."
Tony looked at the gauze covering his chest again. It was coated with black blood.
Bruce took a sharp intake of air. Ahhh, refreshing. The only thing which didnt stress the hulk.
Steve looked at Tony out of the corner of his eyes. Man, he was good. His expression was unreadable, eyes bored. His black shirt made him nearly invisible ( more than he actually was. Wait, how the hell can they see each other?!...loki! Hate you. Steve was glad for the fact that they could see each other. Tony was not.)
Yinsen smiled sympathetically.
The door opened.
Four men, bulky and untidy, entered the roo- area.
"aapka swagat hai, Tony stark, duniya ka sabse bada milkar bahut khushi hui." he smiled, spreading his arms.{a/n this is Hindi. I dont know afghanistani. ;) }
Tony looked questionably at the men. Yinsen stepped forward. " he says, ' welcome, Tony stark, mass murderer of the world.' he is happy to meet you." yinsen explained that the terrorists wanted him to build the jericho missile.
"did you?" Steve asked.
Tony shook his head, refusing to answer as if he hadnt heard the question.
"no." the past Tony spat out , confidence never shaken.
The leader said nothing. Two men came inside with a tub of freezing water and the avengers could only yelp as the past tony's head went in.
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Oi!
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~I am still pissed of.
Sorry.
😊😎author is finally done berating the narrarator and the readers.