So Are There Really Mutants and Robots in Heaven?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Ouch!
Tony opened his eyes after what seemed like an eternity.
He looked around slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the light.
This doesn't look like the after-life...
Four pure white walls surrounded him. The blankness made it seem like a dream. His gaze drifted downwards towards the white sheet covering his torso. To his left, there stood an IV, which led towards his arm. He tried lifting it.
Good.
He thought when his arm responded. Now time for the legs... He carefully tried moving his toes and feet until he could move them without grimacing in pain. His whole body ached with a dull throbbing. He noticed his hair was wet.
Maybe that has something to do with why I'm cold, tired, and hurting all over.
He looked over to his right to see a small robot checking his IV and placing a glass of water on his bedside table. After watching it for about a minute, the robot left Tony all alone in the small white room.
"Well I'm bored. Time to go." Tony told himself as he sat up.
Immediately, he fell back in pain, clutching his ribs.
"Not smart", he said through clenched teeth.
"What does a guy need to do to get some alcohol around here?" He yelled to no one in particular.
"After that last stunt you tried to pull, I would think alcohol isn't the most ideal medicine of choice."
Whipping his head around, Tony caught site of the same man who had called himself "Nick Fury".
"So first you break into my house, and now you kidnap me? You're quite a charmer when it comes to recruiting people for your team." Tony said whilst slowly trying to sit up.
Fury laughed, "Then what would you want me to do to get you to join the Avengers?"
"Let me go home so I can get some beer." Tony replied.
"Can I interest you in a tour of our base?" Fury asked.
"If it involves an exit door, then yes." Tony said finally.
Tony got up slowly and limped towards the door.
"Wheelchair?" Fury offered.
Tony waved it away and continued to walk out of the room.
I could use some of these designs for Stark Tower...
Tony thought as he looked back at the infirmary.
As soon as he stepped out of the doorway, he was immediately met with a shot to the face that knocked him off his feet. He hurriedly tried to wipe the sticky goo that has plastered itself to his face as he heard a gruff voice say: "Try it one more time and I'll sock that smile right off your face Bugman!"
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't uploaded in a LOOOOONG time. I've been extremely busy this year and haven't had time to even think about continuing. I still don't really know where this story is going, so sorry if it seems really random and rushed. I'm trying my best. Unfortunately in about a week, I will be off to NY for 5 days. I'm back for a week, then heading off to Quebec the next week. Then its Christmas and snowboarding, then studying for Mid-Terms time... I have no idea when i'll continue this, but for now, i'll try and get another chapter in this week. No promises though.
Again, sorry to the people reading this story :( I'll try and finish it! Thanks for reading :)