Gabie
III
"We should find Harley," I mutter as Tony helps me to my feet. He holds my weak arm and helps me along.
Loud creaking is the only noise I hear in response.
My head turns to find Tony gaping at the leaning water tower.
Savin stands at the base his hand melting on of the metal legs on the tower.
"Stark rip it off," I breathe out.
"Rip what off?"
"The thing in my shoulder, rip it off!" I hiss.
"Gabie if I do that you could die," he protests but I keep a stony expression.
"Rip it off now or we will both die, we cannot make in a safe distance away in our conditions," I argue but he remains unconvinced. "Rip it off right now Anthony Edward Stark!"
At the same time Tony finally grabs the metal device Savin yanks down the melted metal sending the water tower crashing down.
Tony clutches the metal weapon and yanks backwards. I screech in agony as the object comes out, it had tendrils that spread out and attached themselves to veins and muscles.
Still screaming in pain, I hold up my other arm and misdirect the crashing water around us. Metal debris of tower legs and motor homes crashes over and pins us both down, but we don't drown.
The water recedes and we're left dry except for my blood drenching us both. My head lolls onto Starks shoulder as fatigue sets in.
"Let me go! Let go!" Tony's head snaps up to see Savin holding a struggling Harley.
"Help me! Help me!" Savin squeaks in a mocking tone.
Tony begins struggling frantically to try and release his leg from the rubble.
Savin sits in front of us and forces Harley into his lap. He holds Harley in a firm grip, with an arm across Harley's chest.
"Hey kid, what would you like for Christmas?" Savin questions, his hand seems to be heating up.
"Mr. Stark, I am so sorry!" Harley calls out and Savin squeezes him tighter to silence him.
"Oh. No, no. I think he was trying to say 'I want my goddamn file,'" Savin growls.
"It's not your fault kid. Remember what I told you about bullies?" Tony returns and winks at Harley.
Harley's eyes go wide as he realizes what Tony is referring to. He closes his eyes turns his head and jams the button on the device. It emits a bright light and blasts Savin to the ground.
"Harley go!" I shout and the boy runs.
"You like that, West World?" Tony taunts and Savin scowls. His face is healing quickly as he stalks towards us.
"Can't you do some magic elemental stuff?" Tony whispers to me.
"Three explosions Stark, I have been in three explosions in the expanse of three days," I deadpan and Tony nods.
"Yeah, good point." He begins tugging at his sleeve and puts one arm around me to hold me up.
"What's your plan now Stark?" Savin asks and stops right informs of us.
"That's the thing about smart guys, we always cover our asses."
Suddenly Tony brings up his hand and uses Iron Man plasma blaster to shoot Savin in the face. Savin's body gets thrown back at least ten feet and into a pile of tubes.
Hastily Tony uses a nearby chunk of wood to lift the chunk of water tower off of us. He then stands and jogs towards Savin's body.
"I'm getting his keys," Tony explains as he shuffles through the mans pockets.
After grabbing them he returns to me and pulls me up.
"I got you," he promises and wraps an arm around my waist. I hold my arm around his shoulders and use it to help me walk.
Blood loss is making me dizzy and weak.
"Don't tell anyone about this," I hiss to Stark.
"Course not," he assures and walks me back towards the bar.
While he goes inside the bar to retrieve the file he sets me on the hood of the sleek black car belonging to Savin.
My body is shaking at the pain of all my bruises and cuts. I have my hand pressed to the bloody hole in my shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.
All this pain, I hope Allie can't feel it.
"Allie?"
Still no answer but her hazy thoughts had tinged red, I am affecting her.
"She'll get the message form Tony," I assure to myself.
With that I close the bond completely, I don't want her to feel this.
"Got it," Tony announces and waves the files as he approaches me. Harley is close behind him.
"Thank you Harley," I say to him and he smiles but Tony says nothing.
"You're welcome!" Harley says proudly and pointedly to Tony. The boy is wrapped in a blanket with a cowboy hat on his head.
"For what? Did I miss something?" Tony inquires sarcastically.
"Me saving your life," Harley remarks.
"Yeah. A: Saved you first, B: Thanks, sort of, and C: If you do someone a solid, don't be a yutz, alright? Just play it cool otherwise you come off grandiose," Tony lectures selfishly and unlocks the car. I slide off the hood and stumble into the passengers side.
"Unlike you? Admit it, you need me. We're connected," Harley persists and I smirk. Tony opens the drivers side door but before he steps in he looks back at the boy.
"What I need is for you to go home, be with your mom, keep your trap shut, guard the suit. And stay connected to the telephone, because if I call, you better pick up. Okay?" Tony dictates clearly with all the sarcasm he can muster. "Can you feel that? We're done here. Move out of the way or I'm gonna run you over. Bye, kid." He slides into the drivers seat and shuts the door but not before snagging Harley's cowboy hat and placing it on his own head.
Tony looks over at me and I frown at him.
"I know what you're gonna say: 'Tony don't be rude,'" he sighs at me, starts the engine, and rolls down the window to speak to Harley again.
I smile in triumph, the training is working.
"I'm sorry, kid. You did good," Tony remarks genuinely.
"So now you're just gonna leave me here, like my dad?" Harley concludes somberly but I can see a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
"Real clever Harley," I comment and let out a huff of laughter.
"Yeah-wait, you're guilt-tripping me, aren't you?" Tony guesses immediately.
"I'm cold," Harley whimpers to play up to Tony's sympathies.
"I can tell. You know how I can tell? Cause we're connected," Tony whines in a mocking tone and then slams on the gas, launching the car down the road.
"You're gonna buy him a bunch of shit aren't you?"
"What can I say? I'm a genius, playboy, philanthropist."