(A/N) Reminder that I know nothing of medical stuff.

Clint reached the top of the stairs before the rest of them. Years of training calmed his mind at the sight of one of his team clutching his chest in pain as some soccer mom pointed a gun at him. His mind was clear and efficient when grabbing his bow and quiver from the where they laid on a side table, but the vengeful part of him was what sent the arrow a little too close to her gun hand making her reel back holding a bleeding hand.

Steve literally jumped over the obstacles in front of him getting to the women in record time before holding her arm behind her back and pushing her to the wall so harshly that she gasped in pain. He watched from where he was as Bruce, Natasha, and Clint all got to work on Tony knowing that what medical training he had was ancient compared to theirs.

"Tony I need to see the wound. I need you to move your hand." Bruce said before moving the hand that was in his way of evaluating the wound. Instead of a stream of blood there was a puff of smoke as the exposed shards of a broken Reactor laid in his chest.

"Shit." Hawkeye swore as he saw what was left of the glowing machine in Tony Starks chest.

Tony seemed to have the same reaction because he was moved by the sight so much as to actually get up even though he was shaky and pale. Natasha tried to push him down but he shrugged it off though only making it a few steps before falling again. Bruce tried using calm words and tone which proved ineffective.

"Come on Stark." Natasha whispered to the man whose dark brown eyes stood out from his pale skin. "Tell me what you need."

He muttered something about his workshop which was cleared when Jarvis said that he kept extra reactors in his desk. Natasha was off searching leaving Bruce, who was beginning to look a little green and not in a sick way, and Barton to look after Stark.

"Keep him awake." Bruce ordered trying to inspect what was left of the Arc Reactor. He knew better than most how important that stupid magnet was. He counted the seconds that it remained broken knowing that as each passed by the shrapnel inside of him traveled further and closer to his heart.

"You hear that Stark?" Barton yelled at Tony as his eyes slid shut. He was going into shock. Clint showed no mercy when he slapped him on the face in an attempt to wake him up. "I swear Stark if you die I will bring you back to life and put an arrow through you."

It was too late though unconsciousness took the billionaire over as his back arched as he seemed to writhe in pain as if trying to leave his own body. Bruce cursed. "The Arc is overheating it's heating up the metal inside his body."

"What do we do Doc?" Clint asked holding Tony down as best as he could.

"Get a bowl of cold water and a cloth." Clint rushed off to the bar to get what he needed while Bruce continued barking orders. "Jarvis could you tell to find that spare reactor as quickly as possible also ask if she can grab the first aid kit."

"Of course." The A.I. quirped.

"Steve get that women away from be before the other guy comes out to say hi." Steve brought the women to the other side of the room where he sat her down and started asking her what she was doing.

The two agents came back around the same time both with the objects they had gathered in hand. "Alright I'm going to take this reactor out when I do put the wet cloth inside the cylinder so it can cool down. your hands are the smallest so you're going to have to connect the reactor to the electromagnet at the bottom."

With worried eyes and a teasing smile she gripped the reactor firmly. "Should be fun. It's just like Operation."

"Exactly." Bruce smiled assuringly. "Alright I'm going to pull this out on three. Ready? One. Two . Three." He twisted the reactor and yanked it out as gently as he could given how close to death Tony looked.

Clint got to work dunking the towel in ice water, ringing the towel, and cooling off the metal cylinder inside Tony's chest that sizzled uncomfortably. Natasha was about to instal the new reactor when Bruce screamed at them to stop.

"The bullets not in the reactor." He said eyeing the broken metal carefully. "It's still inside." Bruce took a small pen light from the med bag and shined it into the gaping hole that was Tony's chest. "It looks deep; probably sped up by the magnet."

"What do we do Doc? We can't keep this thing out of him for long." Barton put a newly wet towel into the cylinder only to pull it out with blood dripping from the end of it. "I'm guessing that's not supposed to happen."

"The bloods pooling I can't put the reactor back in until I get the bullet out and stop the bleeding." He ran a hand through his hair using every stress control technique that he had learned over the past few years. "The wiring for the reactor is to short it's not made for being more than a few inches at most from his chest."

"When I read Tony's file before I started spying on him I read that before the arc reactor he used a car battery to power the electro magnet." Natasha said. "If we attach wires to that and then to the magnet that would work right?"

It was a crazy idea that no one liked. The thought of attaching what compared to the Arc Reactor was stone age technology was not something that made any of their heart jump with glee. Which is why everyone was shocked when Bruce nodded vigorously. "Do it. Go."

Again she was off this time she got back in barley anytime at all with an expensive looking car battery that she ripped out of one of Tony's cars. She didn't fear him being angry at her when he found out as long as he was alive long enough to be able to get pissed she would be happy.

Wasting no time Bruce got to work taking the adapter from the reactor off and putting it onto the wires from the battery. "That should be good be careful when you attach remember not to touch any of the walls."

Lowering her hand gingerly yet with efficiency into she found where she needed to plug the battery in. Tony's eyes flew open as he screamed out of shock breathing heavily as the electrical current through his body shock him out of unconsciousness.

"The hell." The startled billionaire whispered in pain. Looking around warily he looked towards his chest following the wires to the battery that Natasha held in her lap. "No."

"Tony." Bruce said calmly as possible as he saw the warning signs of shock coming. "You're going into shock you need to calm down." Even as he told him to calm down Bruce grabbed a sedative from the bag, pinching Tony's neck, and letting out a sigh of relief when his friends eyes slid shut again.

"He'll be out for a few hours which is long enough for me to get this bullet out." He set to work on pulling out the intruding bullet.