WOW! Brilliant reviews from everyone, I was so wraped by the responce I received. So here we go, a little bit of a continuation within the same story! Hope you enjoy :)
Natasha stood in silence watching the scene unfold before her eyes, her gun drawn; small smoke trails escaped the barrel into the cold night. She saw the Terror in Peppers eyes as she threw herself to the floor, clutching at Tony's chest, she was hitting him, desperately screaming for him to wake up.
Steve rushed past her, followed by Bruce. They ran to their fallen comrade's side, Steve trying to pry Pepper away from Tony's still body. She fought against him, kicking and screaming, the ever poised Pepper Pots crumbled before their eyes.
'Tony, no, God no, Tony.' Her wailing screams pierced the night.
'Get her out of here.' Fury yelled to Steve as he arrived at the scene.
'No, no, Tony.' Pepper snapped back at Steve who pulled her away finally.
'What's going-' Clint's words trailed off when he saw what was happening. 'No.' He breathed. He moved closer to Natasha, he took the gun from her hand.
The paramedics arrived at the scene moments later, S.H.I.E.L.D had their own specialists, people who wouldn't talk, who wouldn't falter or choke when it mattered most. Fury stepped aside to let them work.
Thor watched them, their equipment, the defibrillator. He shook his head and quickly pushed them aside, 'this isn't going to work.' He knelt beside Tony, he placed one hand on his chest, and raised the other hand to the sky he called on the lightning with the Mjolnir.
Pepper watched on in horror, Steve held her back, shielding his eyes he looked on.
The sky opened up, rain cascaded against the bright streaks which cut across the horizon. Thor concentrated the electricity down towards them. The sky cracked with thunder, shaking the rooftop, with a bright, blinding flash the lightning shot through Thor and into Tony's lifeless body. The shock blasted the two apart, it threw Thor a few feet away from Tony, he landed on his back, he sat up, looking on.
Pepper finally broke free from Steve's hold, she stood silently watching, waiting. Natasha and Clint came to her side, no one dared move. Thor remained on the ground, he looked on, eyes wide with anticipation, the rain drenched his body, his hands still shook.
Bruce and Fury stood together, a few feet from Tony, they were the first to see it, a small twitch in Tony's hand, Bruce rushed to his side. Thor rushed over to Bruce and pulled him back. 'Don't touch him.' He warned, 'he's completely absorbed in electricity.' He knelt beside him and put his hand on his chest, 'he's breathing, but you need to replace this now, his heart is weak.' He bellowed pointing to the pieces of the broken arc reactor which littered the ground.
Steve took off immediately; he had to find a replacement reactor. 'I'll get it.' He yelled as he took off toward the stairwell.
Pepper fell to her knees; she let out a muffled cry, tears streamed down her face. 'Oh my God.' She breathed, 'thank you.' She breathed looking to Thor.
He smiled at her. 'You need not thank me, it is what friends do.' He pulled Tony from the ground and over his shoulder. He walked him to the waiting helicopter. He did not want Pepper to see the suffering he knew Tony would be going through in a few minutes.
'We need to get him the helicarrier, meet us there.' Natasha instructed.
Pepper watched them disappear into the helicopter. Fury and Bruce nodded.
'What a day.' Clint breathed, breaking the silence.
Pepper turned to face him; a smile crossed her tear streaked face. 'Indeed.' She managed.
Bruce ran a hand through his hair, he stood shaking his head. He watched as the helicopter took off with Tony. He saw the damage, he saw the blood. What could they possibly do for him now? He was a scientist, a doctor and he just witnessed a God, call on the heavens and bring Tony back. His mind was baffled. But he had survived an accident no one should have walked away from. He noticed Pepper walk over to where Tony was lying just moments ago; she took a small piece of the shattered reactor and held it to her lips.
'They're a great team.' Fury said finally, gesturing to the helicopter. 'They'll do everything they can.'
'Come on, I'll drive.' Clint offered.
Peppers mind raced, she couldn't believe what she witnessed. Her heart was ripped out, and crushed, then put back in, a sloppy battered mess. She held onto the broken reactor, feeling Tony in it. Her tears hadn't stopped, she cried for joy, for uncertainty, she knew that Tony was breathing, Thor confirmed it, but she knew that he wasn't out of danger yet. His heart had sustained a powerful shock, first when he was shot down by the EMP and now when Thor brought him back. His heart was without the reactor for much longer than he should have been. She knew how dire the situation was. But she had faith, because it was Tony, he'd beaten the odds before, and she knew that he could do it again.
'I'm going to need you to hold him down, this will be painful.' Thor explained to the two medics attending to Tony's vitals. He nodded that it was safe to approach him. The male medic attached a heart rate monitor to Tony's chest and the female medic applied an oxygen mask to his mouth.
'His heart rate is dangerously low. We'll need to get it up or he'll go into cardiac arrest again.' The man spoke.
The woman nodded, 'we're going to have to get the reactor back in soon. He won't have long unless we do.' She explained.
Thor nodded, he turned to Natasha 'I'm going to need you to keep his temperature down.' He instructed.
Natasha took a cloth from the side of the stretcher, she wet it and applied it to Tony's forehead, he was burning up, she felt the heat radiating from his skin. She brought the small bucket of water closer to her.
'He's burning up.' She whispered.
'I know. It's going to get worse.' Thor looked down at Tony. 'When we get the reactor back in, it should, hopefully take over the charge in his blood and bring his heart rate back up.'
Natasha looked at him wide eyed. 'The charge in his blood is keeping him alive?'
He nodded, 'and if we don't keep his temperature down it will kill him.'
Natasha nodded, she kept re soaking the cloth, and applying it to his face. He was shaking violently, gasping in pain, mumbling something incoherent. He was struggling against the grip of the two medics and Thor.
'How is this working?' Natasha asked quietly.
'It's creating a magnetic charge, it's keeping the metal from going any further.' He answered, still holding Tony's arms down.
Natasha nodded, she knew that Tony was running out of time, she didn't know how long he had. 'It's ok, Tony, you're ok, try to relax.' She stroked his forehead, she tried to calm him. He only fought more.
'This is bad.' She looked up to Thor.
'We need to hurry.' He muttered, pushing down on Tony's arms.
'ETA?' Natasha yelled out to the pilot.
'Approximately twenty minutes.' He yelled back.
'He doesn't have twenty minutes.' Thor looked down at Tony; he swiftly picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. 'Open the door.' He instructed the pilot.
'Wait, what are you doing?' Natasha tried to step in front of him.
'If I don't get him there now, all of this will have been for nothing.' Thor explained, 'move.' He said firmly.
Natasha stepped aside, 'open the door.' She told the pilot.
The door opened, the rush of wind shocked Natasha. She stumbled backwards. 'Hurry.' She yelled over the noise of the rushing sound.
Thor, with Tony over his shoulder leaped from the helicopter and took off into the stormy night sky.
The door closed, Natasha took to the front of the cabin, she took the radio from the pilots' console. 'Sir, do you copy?' She called.
'Come in Agent Romanov.' Fury replied.
'Thor has taken Tony to the helicarrier, we weren't going to get there in time, we need the reactor now, what's Steve's ETA?' Desperation flooded her voice.
The line stayed silent, minutes passed by, she clutched the radio, waiting.
'He's on his way, he's nearly there.' Fury replied finally.
'Good. I'll see you there.' She sat beside the pilot. 'Get yourselves ready, it's going to be a quick changeover when we land.' She turned to look at the medics.
'We're ready.' The male answered.