Chapter 2 is officially up! Thanks for all the reviews, they inspired me to write more. Any suggestions for something to happen next? And this time, I'll split things up into paragraphs. :) SherlockMoriartyHouse500IQ x P.S.: Please R'n'R! Tell me about any typing errors. Nobody beta'ed this so every mistake is mine. You know how everybody (usually) hates reading bad fanfictions.
WARNING - THERE IS EXPLICIT WOUND INJURIES AND GORE/BLOOD IN THIS CHAPTER.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED - IF YOU DON'T LIKE GORE, GO AWAY AND DON'T CRITICISE ME!
Tony deposited the unconscious people on deck, and they were immediately brought below deck into the medic cabin. Tony followed the doctors, but found he was not allowed to go in and see the people he'd rescued. The doctors wouldn't tell him anything. So, feeling defeated and confused, he flew back to his home in New York. When he got back, he gulped. This really wasn't his day. The tower looked alright from the outside - but the interior? Walking slowly inside, Tony's eyes took in a horrific sight. Fires everywhere. Several bodies littered. Charred carpet. And, sitting in the middle of it all, on Tony's favourite suede sofa, was a dark, sleek haired man with glowing green eyes. Tony scowled, and charged up his repulsors, but before he could do anything a knife worked it's way through his armor and cut deep into his side. Screaming in pain, he dropped like a stone in water. "I will win, you know. And you'll die." Loki sneered, before driving his sceptre into Tony's chest.
Tony sat bolt upright, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that was already beginning to chill in the cold air as he lay in the medical bed. Hang on a minute - Medical bed? Looking down, Tony saw a thick gauze wrap covering a chest wound. Noting his armour hanging off the opposite wall, already cleaned and restored, Tony stiffly struggled to get into a sitting position. Sitting up, he saw several doctors in the next room. Wearing masks and aprons. Walking in, he gasped. "Huh!" What he saw: Several doctors, each holding different sized knives, operating instruments, and other tools, staring at him as they leaned over Clint Barton's body. Blood leaked from a gaping hole in his stomach, the wound angled upwards to reveal pulsing muscle and white, smashed rib chunks. One of the doctors frowned, annoyed. "Hey! You can't be in here!" He motioned for the door, but Tony just walked over, and selected an apron hanging on the back of the door. He got a mask, and sterilised his hands. "Now then," He looked purposefully at the doctor. "What shall I do to help?" Knowing that Stark would never go away without doing something helpful (helpful in Stark's mind anyway), the doctor sighed. "Try and sponge the blood off while we work the metal out. First though, assess the victim. You can only help if you know what's wrong with Barton." Tony frowned. He scanned Barton's form. He began to speak, "There's a rip in his trousers; signifies a bloody knee. A large gash on his forehead, probably from a piece of metal. Bleeding left ear, probably means he'll have temporary deafness. He has the large wound on his abdomen; his ribs are all smashed up and one of his lungs are pierced. This is the reason for him being on an oxygen mask, adding to the fact that he is sedated." One of the more adequate doctors interrupted Tony's flow of details, "Not just sedated. Anaesthetised. We-" Tony waved a hand dismissively, cutting the doctor short. "Yeah, yeah. Just vocabulary. Anyway... a bruise on the head could signify concussion, meaning head trauma, opening the possibilities of amnesia or brain damage. So... chances for this poor soul are weak." Suddenly, a loud beeping erupted from a monitor across the room, racing quicker until it became a long, high-pitched droning note. A young, newly qualified doctor rushed over, and whipped around, a panicked look shadowing his fair features. "His h-heart rate! It's plummeted drastically, to flatlining! If we cannot d-do anything in the next twenty seconds, Agent Barton will die!"
To be continued...
Ooh, a nice juicy cliffhanger. I'm leaving you hanging! Chapter 3 will be up soon. In the meantime, has anyone got any suggestions what Loki can do next? R'n'R!