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So here you go guys...posting Chapter-2...with anticipation...
CHAPTER-2
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
Steve turned to him with a critical look in his eyes and opened his mouth.
As Tony glared at him, the sound of shattering glass erupted from the glass windows that covered one side of the room and everyone(except Tony)turned toward the source of the sound with shock written on their faces.
Quite suddenly all the color leached out of Tony's already pale face and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Steve opened his mouth to reply but that was when a whooshing sound registered in his mind. He started to turn towards the source and was rewarded with the sound of shattering glass. Something black rushed through the air but he didn't quite see where it landed.
Bruce, Clint and Natasha were all up and about their feet in no time at all. Bruce backed away from the glass wall that now had a jagged circle with a diameter of about five feet cut into it. His hands were clasped together nervously in front of him as he put a safe distance between him and the glass wall.
Natasha and Clint both moved toward the glass wall with Thor and Steve flanking them to examine the glass and ascertain where the object that put a hole in the glass came from.
Clint's eyes caught a black figure on the roof of a building at least half a kilometer away but the figure ducked down and was gone as soon as he saw it.
After examining the other buildings surrounding it but finding that there was nothing else that looked suspicious he swiftly turned to Natasha and held eye contact for the smallest of seconds then subtly exchanged a nod with her.
They had both seen the figure but knew that they won't be able to catch the person now. He would definitely be gone by the time they got there.
Storing that information away for later examination, they both turned about to find where the object that had come through the glass had landed.
Tony slowly looked down towards the arc reactor in his chest with growing anticipation. It still glowed as blueish-white as ever. But what bothered him was something entirely different. Something else that was attached to his body.
He could sense a sharp pressure that originated from the spot where the back of his neck and back met and there was the feel of cold metal pressed against his skin.
The complex metal contraption had latched onto a spot on his back and its arms extended to curl around his chest and shoulders to reach the arc reactor. It had four arms in total and quite snugly fit his lean form. Lifting his shirt, he found that a part of the device now cradled the outline of the arc reactor.
"Shit."
He breathed out shakily. That was when he turned toward the shattered window, only to find all the other Avengers staring at him with various emotions splayed on their faces.
"Just who the fucking hell did I manage to piss off so much?"
He gasped out and then promptly blacked out.
The four Avengers(except Bruce—who was facing Tony's back—and Tony himself, of course)all turned to face the mechanic who hadn't moved through out this whole incident and heard the choked question drift out of his mouth.
"Just who the fucking hell did I manage to piss off so much?"
Only to witness the sight of the obnoxious but alarmingly pale billionaire crumpling to the floor like a sack of heavy potatoes.
"Tony!"
Bruce was instantly at Tony's side, turning him over onto his back and checking his wrist for a pulse. For a pulse that was not there. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he quickly reached out his hand to the mechanic's neck. No pulse again.
And that was when he saw the device that clung to Tony. Hurriedly peeling Tony's shirt off, Bruce took a good look at the device. He turned Tony onto his side to see where the device ended on his back then pressed a hand to the round base that was attached to his back.
The base gave a soft click as Bruce's hands accidentally brushed a tiny button. Bruce hastily withdrew his hand but still felt something electric surge through his hands as he was thrown back a couple of feet to collide against the smaller couch's back.
Tony was violently half-jerked into the air one second and was gasping like a fish almost the very next second. He was still on his side. His hands stayed pressed against the arc reactor as he panted raggedly with a wild look in his eyes.
Bruce let out a groan from where he was. Natasha almost took a step back, thinking that the Hulk was about to be unleashed, but thankfully soft brown eyes blinked up at her. She immediately descended on him like a hawk, checking his pulse and taking a look at his hands.
"I'm okay. How's Tony?"
Bruce said a bit dazedly and tried getting up to move towards Tony. She pushed him back down and held up his hand for him to look at.
"You have a scorch mark. It's small but you should probably wash it. I'll see how Stark is."
Bruce nodded at the mark just as it started to recede from his skin.
"It's okay now. See."
Natasha just gave him a raised eyebrow and gave him a hand to stand up. When Natasha turned back Stark was resting his weight on one arm in his attempt to get up. Steve sat beside him in a crouch. Thor and Clint watched from their stand beside them.
"What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Stark?"
Natasha asked as she and Bruce also came to stand beside him. Tony's silence brought a slight frown to Natasha's face. Bruce instantly crouched and grabbed Tony's hand to check his pulse and only let it go when he was sure the pulse was almost normal.
"Tony?"
Bruce questioned to see how he would respond. Tony just looked up at him with the panic still lurking a tiny bit in his eyes.
"Yeah?"
He breathed out shakily.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I got roasted. This has seriously gotta be one of the most shittiest days of my whole life."
Tony answered as he sat up slowly with his hands on the floor beside him.
"Getting electrocuted would do that to you."
Clint muttered quietly.
Tony continued talking dryly, looking down at his chest where the mysterious device still rested.
"Seriously, if you guys just wanted to see me naked you could have just asked, you know."
Bruce interrupted him before he could continue.
"I asked you how do you feel? Tony?"
Tony just shrugged.
"Pretty much the same as ever except for this thing."
He gestured to the device with a slight grimace.
"It seems that he is alright but what is that contraption attached to him? We also have urgent business to attend to. Will he be able?"
Thor suddenly boomed out of nowhere.
"I don't know. We need to get it off. This thing could be doing a number of things to him...But he seems okay for now."
Bruce answered Thor with a critical eye still trained on Tony, looking for any sign of injury or discomfort on his face. Specifically, his eyes as they were the most expressive. As Thor boomed again about how they should get going to somewhere right away, Bruce almost didn't hear the whispered murmur that escaped Tony.
"The reactor...it's..."
"What's wrong with the reactor, Tony?"
Bruce asked Tony who was looking at said object with a frown on his face.
"It's kinda hot."
Tony said but his eyes widened even as he said it and he instantly surged to his feet, or at least tried to. If it weren't for Steve and Bruce catching him he would have met the floor quite rashly.
"What's wrong, Tony? We won't know unless you tell us."
Bruce asked worriedly. Tony stumbled a bit blinking his dazed eyes but still tugged at Bruce's shirt as he started stumbling in the direction of the elevator.
"Come on, Bruce...The reactor's about to…...drain out and I need help….changing it. Come on!"
Tony said breathing heavily and still tugging on a frozen Bruce.
"Okay. I'm coming."
Bruce said and gave Steve a pointed look. Steve nodded and started giving orders in his trademark Cap-voice.
"Alright everyone, since Tony is...incapacitated and Bruce wants to take care of him. We have no choice but to leave them behind. The four of us leave within an hour. Get your things and be at the roof. The quinjet will be waiting for us."
Natasha and Clint nodded then both vanished into the elevator along with Tony and Bruce. Thor stormed to the kitchen(to do what, God only knows-but if I had to guess I'd say he wanted to have some pop tarts).
Steve let out a sigh and slowly walked to the door that lead to the stairs and started descending the steps. Call him old-fashioned if you want but he really just needed some space to breathe with everything that was going on and being inside that metal box called an elevator definitely would not get him that.
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