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Fury walked through the medical wing, staring down any agent willing to look him in the eye. The blank floor skidded against his cape as he walked. Medical staff approached him several times but he had come to see Coulson.
"Talk to me." He demanded as he approached the shorter man.
"Well," Coulson started, "they're all in surgery except for Stark and Banner…"
Interrupting him, Fury held up his hand, "Where are they?"
"Rooms 204 and 205, will be that all, sir?"
"Coulson you may go." Coulson nodded before walking at a brisk pace towards the other end of the hall. Fury watched him leave before making his way to the front desk.
"Director Fury," the nurse all but squeaked, quickly standing up to greet him. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes there is," he stated firmly, "I need a phone-number if you have one."
She raised an eye brow but refrained from any objection, "Anyone specific, Director?"
"Yes. In fact, I need to know if you happen to have Peggy Carter's. She's one of the veterans of World War 2, fought alongside Captain Rogers who you currently have in surgery."
Flabbergasted, she stood for a moment before agreeing numbly, "I'll have a look, if you would like to have a seat."
"Won't be necessary, thank you nurse."
He walked back towards the head of the Hellicarier as she nodded before running off.
Clint blinked dust from his eyes as he tried to make sense of his surroundings through the over-whelming pain in his abdomen. Turning his head he caught sight of red-hair through a hole in one of the beams. Relief spread through him as he tried moving his arms. They had little mobility but if he maneuvered his legs slightly to the left he could slide under one of the beams and possibly do a head count of the team.
Biting his lip he leaned slightly on his left side and began moving his right leg from under the beam. It made it through fine, so he tried the next leg. Fire spread everywhere and came to rest in his already throbbing stomach. Leaving him gasping for breath, he fought down the pain as he tried to work out what damage had been done.
Looking only slightly down he managed to see that it was an odd angle. "Broken," he muttered, leaning his head down on rubble to make his breathing easier. Getting an idea he began to maneuver his arms from the rubble as well. Slowly he slipped his right hand freeing it. Then his left; but it stopped. Pinned from under a smaller piece of concrete just under the wrist and most likely broken.
Frustrated, and already exhausted from over exerting his injured, well, everything; he lay back down before trying it again. This time, he switched over to his right side and used his right hand to push at the concrete as best he could to loosen it. He paused again, and then repeated the same thing, this time pushing more of his body weight into it and not just relying on his arm. The concrete creaked, weighing more on his left hand than before. He stopped again and waited to see if it was going to come on top of him. When nothing happened he repeated it again. Then a fourth time, that time the rock shifted to his left some, getting a sigh of relief from him as weight was relieved from his wrist. Using all his muscle he tugged one last time releasing his left wrist.
He quickly held it to himself as he felt one of the bones protruding through the front. Gulping down saliva he leaned his head down and waited. They could wait a little bit to get out. Well, they had too. Gulping one last time he sat up at his waist best he could with rubble pressing into him like a box. Stretching his right hand to his leg he tried to wiggle the beam that was over it. This triggered both the beam to crack, his leg to throb, and stomach pains to send him lying back down again for fear of throwing up in his only available moving space.
Trying to catch his breath a voice yelled at him from over by his right side, "Barton!"
Clint leaned over the best he could and barely made out Steve crouched down besides one of the gaping holes in his concrete and wood home. "You all right there?" He asked; worry clear as day etched across his soldier face pulling it into an awkward frown which did not fit him at all.
"Not bad," he gasped out. Mangled hand pressed against his throbbing side, "yourself?"
Steve shrugged, though Clint didn't miss the slight wince when he did so. "A couple broken ribs, but I think that's it."
Clint nodded, and propped himself up against the wall opposite of Steve. "So what now?" he asked, closing his eyes to relieve some of the pain.
"Well," Steve said, as Clint heard him shuffling through the rock, probably looking for a way to get in and help him, "I found Thor. Turns out he's fine. Helped me with Bruce, calmed him down. The freaky guy from the game got away. Pepper's with an ambulance downstairs, nothing too serious. All that's left is you and Miss Romanov. Thor is looking somewhere…"
Clint opened his eyes to see Steve wave vaguely to the left, "over there."
He laughed before stopping himself. "So, how did you guys get out? We haven't found Tony yet."
Steve stopped his shuffling as Clint worked his way over to the hole, wincing the entire way. "Captain, come one. What happened?"
Steve winced again as he started shifting rock again, "I'll be honest with you Clint. We found him out in the open the minute me and Thor had Banner calmed down. In the middle of the living room; and, well,"
He stopped again, biting his lip, but Clint had had enough with patience, "Damnit Steve! Tell me!"
Steve looked at him sadly, and then picked his work up again in renewed vigor, "he doesn't look good Clint." He finished with his head down as Thor came and greeted Clint.
Tony's head throbbed as he listened to the rustling around him. "Let's put you back," the voice hissed, "See what they can do then."
Tony screamed out no as water filled his lungs again and electricity burned his skin.
First: Understandably, I bet you all hate me. :) Sorry for the long wait peoples. I have been incredibly busy with a book I've been writing so I haven't had the time. (I have also been on writer's block, but I've finally got it going now. ) But I should be updating this more regularly now. :)
Second: Thanks for all the reviews and such, I'd love to get more. I simply can't continue without them. :)
Third: I have started two new Fanfictions (check His Every Breath and Her Touch) they will, however, take away from this a bit, and I apologize. :) I simply have too many plot bunnies. :)
Fourth: Sequal? I can make a sequal or tie this one off in the next two chapters, let me knows what you think! :) (I'm leaning towards more of an epilougue, but whatever.)
Thanks to all, READ AND REVIEW PLEASE :):):):):):):):)
-Hawk