Oh god. I'm sorry for not updating for so long... I feel like a bad parent or something... So anyhow. I hope you enjoy it, I love you all!
Chapter 12
Steve fidgeted anxiously as he rode in the Quinjet with Clint and Natasha. It was abnormally quiet in the jet, you could feel the tension in the air, and frustration. Clint would glance over at Natasha's determined face occasionally and bit his lip, "I seriously feel like this my fault guys. I should have made him stay. I shouldn't have let him go by himself." Natasha glanced over at Clint and gently rested a hand on his thigh, "Clint, it's alright. It's not your fault. Tony's an adult and he can make is own decisions, even if they aren't good ones," she looked back out the at the sky and gently moved her hand on his leg trying to comfort him, "even if you told him not to go and you tried to stop him, he would have found a way Clint. He would have left anyway, Tony's stubborn like that." Natasha tried comforting Clint and gave him a small sad smile. Steve leaned in between the two seats and glanced at the two assassins, "Lets just hope that we weren't too late." Steve frowned a little watching out at the sky.
Tony closed his eyes feeling a few tears escape, and kept trying to tug at the restraints as he was wheeled out of the lab. He could hear Bruce yelling and screaming for him, which made the entire situation worse. He squeezed his eyes tighter and just repeated over and over in his mind, it's just dream...it's not real...it's just a dream. He knew he was lying to himself, but he was trying to make himself feel better, which was not helping at all. The two men that were wheeling Tony into another lab must have heard him reciting his mantra, because Tony could hear them laughing at him, and could hear Bruce screaming in the back ground, which broke his heart into pieces. Tony felt his chest tighten as he tugged and pulled with all his strength at the restraints. He held back a sob and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Tony couldn't hold it in any more and yelled, "Bruce! Please," Tony looked up at the two men with tear streaked eyes and begged, "Please, just. Don't. You don't have to do this," the two men chuckled and just ignored his pleas.
Bruce groaned and closed his eyes, growling and yanking at his restraints, shaking the lab table under him. He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, thinking, Oh sure, the one fucking time I need The Other Guy, I can't fucking get him out! Bruce growled and pulled at the restrains, and started getting furious. He heard Tony yelling for him and heard him begging the two soldiers to stop. Bruce wanted nothing more than to let The Other Guy out and let him cause as much damage as possible. Bruce bit at his lip, and started kicking and screaming, trying to do anything possible to stir The Other Guy enough to bring him out. He glanced at the IV in his arm and growled knowing exactly what was in there and that he had to get it out, and do it fast.
Tony felt his stretcher stop and looked up at the two soldiers. One patted him on the shoulder and looked down at him. "Alright Mr. Stark, the doc with be in to see you soon." The soldiers smirked and laughed as they left. Tony heard the doors close and open again, he tilted his head a little trying to look at who had come in, but a medical mask covered the face. The doc didn't say much, "you have an amazing gift to give Tony. I feel honored being the one to take it from you." Tony bit his lip but didn't say anything knowing that there was no point. There was nothing that he could say or do that would make this guy stop from taking what was keeping him alive. He felt the gloved fingers touch the skin around his reactor and instinctively called out for help, "Bruce!"
Bruce heard Tony yell for him and he started pulling at his restraints harder, growling quietly to himself. He glanced down at the iv in his arm and started moving his arm frantically, trying to get the iv out. He whimpered a little as he failed, he needed to get to Tony and fast. Bruce gritted his teeth, and squeezed his eyes closed, he had to wake the beast somehow, he had to get The Other Guy out now, or he'd be too late. He kept thinking about Tony, helpless, and possibly dying. Bruce smirked a little to himself as he felt The Other Guy starting to push through. Soon Bruce's skin, bones and muscles were stretching, bending and expanding as The Other Guy started to take over. The leather straps broke, the lab table, bent and crumbled under his weight. The Hulk let out a loud, furious roar as alarms around the room started to sound. He clenched his large fists huffing, looking around the room frantically he thought, need to find Tin Man, Tin Man needs help. Hulk sprinted to the other side of the room crashing through the door and taking some of the wall with him. Greeted by a group of small men in yellow suits with guns, Hulk smirked a little as he began to thrash them around. He hesitated hearing Tony again, and throwing one of the men in his fist down the hall. Hulk ran down the hall ripping doors off hinges checking each room for Tony, growing more, and more furious when he didn't find him.
Tony felt the a needle being stuck into his arm and heard the doc speak, "I'm just giving you a sedative. I could just rip the reactor out with you awake, but I don't think you'd want that." Tony groaned quietly and wished he could think of some snarky remark but, the drugs over took him and was unconscious.
Hulk ripped the next door off it's hinges finding Tony on a lab table and a doctor standing beside him. The doctor turned and saw the beast, his eyes growing wide. The Hulk only got more angry when he saw the doctor holding Tony's arc reactor in his hand. Hulk let out a loud roar, as the doc dropped the reactor on the table, shaking slightly. The Hulk charged at him and swatted him away with one hand and watched as the doctor slammed against the wall, rendering him unconscious. Hulk turned and saw that Tony was still breathing slightly, but ragged. The Hulk began to shrink down, the green receding from his skin and returning to his Bruce form. Bruce panted slightly holding his pants up in one hand, and his eyes went wide seeing Tony on the table. Bruce ran over and picked up the reactor from the table, even though he was sedated, he started talking to Tony, "It's alright, I'm here Tony. I'm...I'm gonna make this better." A few tears burned Bruce's eyes as he glanced at his lover on the table and the reactor in his hand. Bruce checked Tony's pulse and knew he was going into cardiac arrest. "fuck," he mumbled quietly, "I hope this works." Bruce gently placed the reactor back into Tony's chest and bit his lip a little as it clicked into place.
Bruce glanced down at Tony and noticed his breathing starting to regulate back to normal. He reached down and touched two fingers to Tony's neck and checked his pulse again. A small smile crept across his face as his pulse began to regulate. Bruce brushed some of Tony's hair from his face smiled a little in relief as a few tears ran down his face. Bruce glanced up from Tony as he heard foot steps coming from down the corridor, he bit his lip unsure of what to do and knew that he couldn't protect Tony like this. He unstrapped Tony from the restraints of the lab table and picked him up, an arm across his shoulders and an arm under his knees. Bruce held his lover close to his chest and receded into the far corner of the room. He gently set Tony down in the far corner of the room and whispered as he set him down, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you." Bruce gritted his teeth a little hearing the foot steps coming closer and he let The Hulk out again, groaning and wincing as his skin, muscles and bones started to stretch.
Hulk took a few steps from Tony and stood in front of him protectively, ready to attack if needed. He gritted his teeth and snarled a little hearing the foot steps coming closer to the room, and heard the voices. He saw the shadows on the dark and grimy walls, and took a few steps forward. As the voices got closer, Hulk charged the door way, only to be met with the force of Captain America's shield with a loud ting. Hulk growled a little and was ready to charge again, but stopped, "Hulk! Stop it's us," Steve put his hands up defensively and watched as The Hulk stopped mid charge. Clint lowered his bow and looked around the corridor, surveying the area, "Hey there, Jade Jaws. Glad you're in one piece. Where's Stark?" The Hulk just grunted a little and pointed to the doorway to his right, and headed in. They four Avengers went to the far side of the room and Natasha checked Tony's pulse and made sure he was breathing, "He's still alive but he's in rough shape. We'll need Banner to look him over when we get back to the tower," she glanced at Hulk nervously and waited for his approval. Hulk, rolled his eyes a little and nodded.
It was an easy escape, but the team theft with some, bumps, bruises, and cuts. The Hulk shrank down outside the Quinjet, and Bruce barely made it on before passing out on one of the seats from exhaustion, the drugs, and the stress of the situation.
Bruce finally woke up and sat up straight from his bed in a panic and quickly looked around and realized he was in his bed room. He let out a small sigh and fell back on to his bed relaxing almost falling asleep again. Bruce closed his eyes and the images from being kidnapped and Tony being vulnerable and on the edge of death. He sat up straight again, and climbed out of bed worrying about Tony. He pulled off his torn pants and pulled on a shirt on and a pair of sweat pants. He left his room and headed for the kitchen and didn't see anyone around, "Hello," he called out timidly, maybe this is just a dream he thought, maybe he was still in Ross' facility. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Their over at Ross' facility doing clean up right now," a voice answered from behind him. Bruce turned around seeing Tony standing there with a small smile on his face. Bruce couldn't help but smile back, Bruce ran at him, and pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm so glad you're okay," he mumbled into to Tony's neck. Tony chuckled a little nervously, "Well I almost wasn't okay, but The Hulk saved me again. Honestly though, you should really let him out more often, he'd feel like more of a member to the team." Bruce just shook his head and chuckled lightly. "It looks like you're doing a lot better. I was getting ready to come find you and check on you," Bruce pulled away from Tony and looked him up and down quickly. "Don't worry babe. I'm fine. We had some of the scientists and doctors from SHIELD come and check me out. I'm fine," Tony explained. Bruce looked at him a little confused and curious, "So how long have a been asleep?" Tony sipped at the coffee in his hand casually, and smiled a little, "Seventy-two hours, give or take." Bruce looked at him a little shocked, "I've been out for three days?" Tony only shrugged and smiled a little, "I know, you were exhausted, you needed the sleep. Between the drugs, the Hulk transformations, and stress. We thought you earned it." "Tony, I was more worried about you than myself," Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and eyed Tony a little. "I'm fine really. All recouped and everything," Tony smiled a little and tapped on his reactor, "come one babe. You gotta get something to eat." Tony rested a hand on Bruce's shoulder and led him to the island in the kitchen.
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I'm not sure whether I want to leave it at this or add one last chapter. I'm would like to start another fic soon, and move on to greener pastures, maybe something a little more happy. Pleaseeee. tell me what you think, and try and be specific on what you would like to see. Thank ya! Love you all! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO (hugs and kisses!)