Notes: Sorry about that, was busy yesterday.
XLXIII.
It took a few tries and several nap attempts before he was able to reach Bruce's part of his mind. "Ugh," Tony groaned moving felt like wading through tar. Looking down made him grimace, if only it was tar.
Breathing shallowly out of his mouth as a sewer came to be with further detail. Why was he in a sewer of all places? For a moment Tony wondered if Bruce had to travel down here often or if he had to chase down villains or what have you. Tony warily watches a rat scurry past, what if Bruce had to hide down here? Gathering his will Tony pulled himself out of the muck and onto the narrow pathways where it was still gross but less so and continued onwards.
As he walked, flickers of emotion and random shadows of events came and went more fluid and ever-changing then the last time he embarked on a Bruce train of memories. Distantly he heard Bruce's warning about meddling with his area, with his head. But Tony was stubborn and Bruce took a hit for him, last time Bruce hauled him out, this time Tony would return the favor.
Turning a corner the water levels of the canals rose to overlap his feet, Tony cringed even if it wasn't truly real, it sure smelt and felt that way. The far away deranged laughter that echoed past kept making him whirl around, no one was ever there though. The grimy water was up to his calves now and the shadows on the walls playing tricks on him were somehow creepier than the random projections of other places distorting the air.
Tony coughed as fire mixed with rancid smog washed past him before fading completely. "Uh, Bruce? Can you hear me? I'm here to wake you up!" Screeching answered him as a swarm of bats flew past, Tony squeaked and ducked as they whipped around him vanishing into a lightless tunnel. He'd take that as a sign.
Tony edged close to the void opening, gulping. "Don't be mad okay? I'm going in." Tony took a brave step forward and was wrapped in darkness. "Maybe we can sit together again and have a good drink?" Tony asked with a shaky chuckle.
Slowly what looked like orbs came floating through the tide of nothingness and inky depths. Strangely he was reminded of the Neverending Story 2 when Sebastian gave up his memories for more wishes which happened to be locked in little orb thingies. Tony shied away from them. He didn't want Bruce mad(er) at him. So of course what happened next was obvious, an orb brushed up against his leg and instantly Tony was falling, falling, falling.
Extra 11
T: I know I'm invading your personal secrets but can I get my next statement?
B: You know, I made this deal with a dying man.
T: And I was dying at the time! Just cuz I'm healthy and snooping around doesn't mean you can renege on your promise!
B: Tch. 'I hate magic.'
T: Hey, that one's boring. You're just mad at me, aren't you? Whatever, hm, I remember you asking if my world had magic and sounding put out when I said no so I'm gonna say False.
