Alison's work ring tone

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Some Abuse...still T rated

He wrote when he got to London as promised and told her to send any packages to 107 Sgt. James Barnes 32557038-Azzano, Italy. He complained in the letter he had hoped to go the France, the girls were supposed to be pretty. On the plus side he heard the food in Italy was much better He asked about Steve and how work was going. He asked if she could send some chocolate or matches with the package. That he loved her and to take care until he came back.

The package was waiting for him when he was rescued from Zola and the Hydra plant. She wrote back that Steve somehow conned his way into the Army, but he couldn't give her any details. He did send her money for rent and food that she was hiding for the rainy day fund. The job was okay, she said Stark Industries was a nice place to work at and she had been made a floor manager for the medical plant. She told him to be careful and to stay dry, she heard it rained a lot in Italy during the winter. The package had three pairs of socks, a sweater, three chocolate bars, a carton of cigarettes and a few boxes of matches. God bless that girl. Bucky tore into his chocolate and savored it. Zola didn't believe in feeding him. Steve poked his head into the tent and frowned.

"You we're going to hoard that weren't you?" Bucky broke off a piece for Steve.

"She's my sister and it's my care package. Here take a pair of socks," said Bucky. He had feeling Steve hadn't really packed for active duty and would need these soon.

"She is going to make some guy really happy someday," said Steve studying the socks and the rest of the box.

"He has to get my approval first," said Bucky breaking off another square for himself.

"God she's going to 50 before that happens," said Steve picking up the letter. " I did not con my way into the Army. I enlisted fair and square."

"Sixth time was charm," said Bucky.

"You think if I tell her I'm Captain America she'll send me stuff?"asked Steve.

"Wait you don't have a fan club to send you stuff?" Steve took another square of chocolate.

"You know she's probably seeing that Tynes boy from the dinner now that we're both gone," said Steve enjoying the look of horror on Bucky's face.

Bucky woke up on the roof of the apartment building. He had been staying here since his second night in New York. He knew he should get a move on, dawn was coming and he didn't want to be spotted by the staff. He got up and a shock went through his body and he winced. God damn it that was getting annoying and he wasn't sure how to fix it or who could fix it. The nurse in alley came to mind, but could she be trusted? Those eyes...no the woman from before had light green eyes, brown flecks. The woman from the alley had dark green eyes, no flecks just pure green.

She brought him his meals, nothing special. Breakfast was oatmeal and juice. Lunch and dinner consisted of soup, bread, some water and his medication. They weren't starving him, but he was kept under lock and key with only her checking on him. It was better than Italy where they left him alone and starved him. She took his vitals, cleaned and dressed the stump that was his left arm and left.

"What's your name?" asked Bucky one morning and she cast the door a quick look. Clearly she was in no better a position than he was and he had been here for what he guessed was about a month now. They did let him out of his bed and he was getting used to walking without his left arm.

"Georgina." She finished her job and left the room. A few moments later Zola came in flanked by two large guards.

"I see you're healing nicely Sergeant Barnes. Hopefully in a few days we can move onto to the next step of our work."

"Oh boy that sounds like a ton of fun," spat Bucky and Zola smiled.

"Nice to see you haven't lost your fight. Don't worry we'll take care of that soon enough." said Zola and he left the room. The guards stayed behind to beat him for his attitude. He gave one of them a good kick in the groin before he was knocked to the ground and pounded. He woke up tied to the bed again and Georgina washing the blood off his face.

"You damn Americans are too stubborn for your own good." Bucky flashed her a quick smile that had most girls charmed.

"It's our job." She just shook her head sadly and left the room again.

Bucky winced has another shock hit him. If this kept happening he would have no choice, maybe the alley nurse was part of the medical team sent to fetch him. A test of sorts. He was so tired and maybe if he turned himself in they would end it all for him.

…..

"So how was your week?" asked Dr. Jess Louna. Alison had been seeing her since her time at what she had dubbed 'Camp Happy' over a year ago. She was an older woman in her 60's with olive skin and jet black hair. Alison had to check in once a week, it was the ground rules set by Louna for getting her the job at Morningstar. She was on the board of directors and it was on her word that the doctors agreed to take a chance and hire her.

"I've had better weeks," admitted Alison. She filled her in on the date from hell, Sam's last minute cancellation and that her grandfather-Robert was showing more mental signs of Parkinson.

"He asked if Matt was having dinner with me and Sam on Sunday night. The newest round of testing yesterday confirmed what I thought. He's on early Stage Four. The nurse in me knew it was coming and I still really hate it."

"That's to be expected, he did raise you after all and you wouldn't be the person you are without him," said Louna and Alison rolled her eyes.

"All smartass like?" Louna laughed a bit.

"I prefer them smart. Have you had any nightmares this week?"

"Just one...the one we keep having," said Alison.

"Well you did go almost four weeks without one. You've had stressful week. I'm sorry you're first date in over ten years went so badly. I imagine next week isn't going to be better considering the anniversary is coming up," said Louna.

"I keep trying to not think about it. So much so Sam got me to agree to meet one someone he knows from upstate tonight. He says it's not a date so I'm under no pressure. It's just family dinner with a stranger coming."

"I know trying to meet new people hasn't been the easiest thing for you and reconnecting with your friends from before has been a bit of struggle, but you are trying," said Louna. Alison nodded. The engagement party last month had been a huge struggle. Sophia and Renee had been there during her time at 'Camp Happy.' so they knew where she was in terms of coping. It was all the other old friends that had been hard. She was really happy that some people got married, had kids, finished school-they kept expecting her to freak out or something. Somehow smiling and wishing them the best had been the last thing they expected. Always keep them guessing.

"Enjoy your dinner," said Louna.

"Well if it goes well I do have the weekend off for once," teased Alison picking up her purse. It's probably just someone from the medical staff they have up there. Someone slightly normal despite working for a team of superheroes. It's going to be fine.

…..

"It's not a date," said Steve slightly annoyed since this felt like the thousandth time he told Natasha this and she grinned from her spot in the doorway.

"I saw Sam talking to her and she looked kind of cute. Plus you are packing an overnight bag so that just fuel to the fire," said Natasha.

"We're staying at Stark Tower this weekend so Sam can get his wings fixed because an ant problem we had recently," said Steve loudly seeing Sam walk by.

"Not cool man. Really not cool. And it's not a date. I just think it might be a good idea to get him out of here so he can talk to people other than us. He can bore someone else with his tales of Nazi ass kicking," said Sam.

"Yeah you can only hear a story start 'Well we were in Nazi Germany...' so many times before you start to zone out," said Natasha.

"Because all your stories that start "Well Barton and I were in blank….trying to recover/assassinate blank don't make me wanna fall asleep," countered Steve.

"That's fair," said Natasha.

"So is she really nurse?" asked Steve.

"One person lies to you about being a nurse and you get all paranoid. She has her RN pin. Should I have her wear to dinner?" asked Sam.

"So how do you know her?" asked Natasha. "I doubt you dated her. She looked too smart for that."

"When I was about six my mom and I moved back to New York to be with her sister and Alison was already friends with my cousin Renee and we all lived in the same building. We got tossed into the same first grade class. I forgot my lunch money and the school was gonna give me one of these nasty, frozen PB&J sandwiches they had on hand. Alison spilt her lunch with me. She hasn't been able to get rid of me since."

Sounds vaguely familiar, Steve thought. It had been a year since there had been any trace of Bucky. He hated to admit that the search for his friend had taken a bit of back seat the last few months while they had tracked down Hydra bases, then the Ultron issue and now setting up the new Avengers base and training new teams.

Steve had been looking all over for him since the D.C incident. They had found the Vault where Hydra kept Bucky and the remains of a destroyed chair. Based on the file Natasha had given him it looked like the chair where they wiped his memories after each mission. Some part of Bucky knew he had been used and lashed out on the only thing he could for causing him pain. The trail went cold after D.C and as Natasha put it, he was a ghost and was used to disappearing. He would only be found when he wanted to be found.

"Poor thing," said Natasha. Steve finished packing his bag.

"They know I'm coming right?" asked Steve. It was still a bit odd to him how some people reacted upon meeting him. You used to think Coulson was the biggest fan ever.

"Oh yeah," said Sam. Steve left the room to get a mini jet ready when Natasha looked at Sam.

"You didn't tell them that Captain America was coming to dinner," said Natasha.

"Either way they're going to freak out." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"I want video," she called leaving the room.

….

"But he's nice," countered Sophia and Alison rolled her eyes.

"Yeah and the last 'nice' guy you set me up with said I was gonna put him to sleep like NPR. You told him I work in a nursing home. What was he expecting? I even told the 'old people-sex ed' story. Seriously how is getting heckled by a group of senior citizens not funny?" asked Alison setting the table.

"So you're going to trust Sam to set you up?" asked Renee sitting the dumplings on the table.

"It's not a date and I haven't ruled out becoming a crazy cat lady. It's still on the table," said Alison. Sarah came into the dining room.

"You know the choir has some nice young men," hinted Sarah.

"Who are looking for a nice cover story," whispered Sophia and Alison nearly choked on her water.

"You all are far too invested in my fledging dating life and it's starting to creep me out a bit," said Alison sitting down. There was a knock on the door and Sam came in with a very tall blond man and Alison nearly choked again. Of course he brought Captain America to dinner...why not? What do I even say. Hi I'm Alison and….seriously nothing. Why brain? Why?

"Hi. Steve, that is my aunt Sarah. Her daughter Renee. Her girlfriend Sophia and my friend Alison. Everyone Steve." Alison looked at Sophia who was grinning at Steve. The petite Asain looked up at Renee and elbowed her.

"Hall pass," called Sophia and Renee looked at her and then to Sam.

"Kitchen! Now!" ordered Renee grabbing her girlfriend by the arm to pull her into the kitchen and glared at Sam. Sam hung his head and followed them to kitchen.

"One second," said Sarah following them shaking her head. Alison looked at the floor wishing it would swallow her whole right now.

"Oh she is going to murder him with a shovel," muttered Alison.

"So I take it he didn't tell you I was coming to dinner," said Steve who was also looking at the floor clearly wishing for a black hole. She looked up and shook her head.

"No. Not a hint. If he had-Sarah would have given the whole apartment a white glove cleaning and Renee might have locked Sophia in the basement. If you couldn't tell she's a bit of fangirl," said Alison.

"History major?" asked Steve.

"Media and Film actually. She teaches at NYU and for her Master's she did a paper on WWII propaganda. She compared American propaganda to Nazi and Hydra propaganda to the Japanese propaganda and well it was a good year or two of her life buried in your films along with other work you cranked out. The comics and stuff," Well at least you're trying to hold a conversation, thought Alison.

"So what did he tell you about me?" asked Steve.

"That you had all your shots and a good job. What did he tell you about me?"

"That you were a nurse and good at sharing your lunch," said Steve.

"Yeah he's a bit like a Gremlin. I made the mistake of feeding him after midnight and now he won't go away. Is that how you got stuck with him," said Alison.

"He was one of the few people trying to not kill me about a year ago."

"Well that does go a long way." They heard whispered fighting from the kitchen.

"You brought home Captain Freaking America. The one man my girlfriend would go straight for and are trying to set him up with our mutual friend," hissed Renee.

"It's not a date,"countered Sam.

"Seriously you promised me a hall pass if he ever showed up!" protested Sophia. Alison put her head on the table. She might see if she could have a session tomorrow if this kept up.

"What is a hall pass?" asked Steve looking so confused it inspired pity.

"I'm not sure I should explain that to you. I…" Her phone went off

Ohh, Ohh, Oowww, Ooowwww Come on now! More Margaritas! Ohh, Ohh, Oowww, Owwww. Come on now! More Margaritas!

"I have to get that," said Alison leaving the table and wishing she could curl up and die right now. This is a clearly nightmare and instead of waking up in class naked my best friend brought Steve Rogers to dinner.

"Hello."

"Hey Ally, it's Adam. Sorry to be calling during dinner. A guy came in with your name on one of our cards and he doesn't look too good. He keeps twitching and muttering and I can't understand him. I got him in one of the back rooms. Can you come in or should I just call a bus?" Who did I give a card too recently. Oh wait that guy from Monday. This week has been such a cluster I forgot.

"No don't call anyone yet. I'll be right there. Give me fifteen minutes to walk over ok. Bye," Alison hung up and gave Steve an apologetic look. The whisper fight was still going on and was getting a lot more heated. Yeah...he needs an out too.

"That was work so I'm going to exit through the front door now. If you go down the hall and to your right is a bedroom with a fire escape."

"Am I not allowed to exit through the front door?" asked Steve and she had to laugh.

"I thought it would more dramatic for you to exit via the window," said Alison picking up her coat and purse.

"It's Friday night. I just wanna walk through a door." He followed her out and it was another ten minutes before anyone noticed they were gone.

….

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and walked with her down the street. He offered to walk her over the parish. It wasn't a bad neighborhood, but he figured he owed her one. She agreed to let him tag along, but he could tell she was surprised. Sometimes he forgot girls weren't used to guys offering to do stuff like this for them. Natasha would give me the weirdest looks when I let her through a door first. Alison seemed nice enough. A bit awkward, but nice. Say something Rogers...she got you out of that dinner. Remind yourself to put Sam on trainee detail for the next month.

"So do you have margaritas at work?" asked Steve.

"Margaritas? Oh yeah that. Well sometimes when I get after hour calls I need a margarita after so it seemed fitting," said Alison.

"We always go out for shawarma after work," said Steve. "So do you get after hour calls a lot?"

"Not really. I've only been with the parish for about six months. The on call doctor retired last month, so when I'm not working and they need something I come in. It's mostly a kid with a fever or someone got into a fight and needs stitches. This is sort of rare thing. I really should thank him for coming in and getting us out. I'm sorry it got sort of…"

"Uncomfortable, weird, wishing it was fever dream," suggested Steve.

"Seriously I went brain dead for like a good minute when you walked in. I didn't know what to say. Um... I had to play Star Spangled Man with Plan for a lot of school performances. I think I can do it my sleep," Steve winced. That song would haunt him till he died for good.

"I feel like I owe you a drink for that. Tell me they didn't make the girls wear those little dresses?"

"I was on the drums in the pit so I got to wear pants, but yeah the kids in the choir on stage had to wear star theme attire," said Alison with a small grin.

"So I can understand why everyone is trying to get me to date. I haven't been on one since 1944. Can I ask why they seem to be trying to get you a date?" asked Steve. You seem like a nice, normal person who I hope isn't a secret spy, thought Steve. Alison thought and decided to spit most of it out. Honesty is the best policy, she thought.

"I was in a relationship for a very long and he...we were in an accident a few years ago and he didn't make it."

"Oh I'm really sorry," said Steve. Way to go. Dig that wound open Steve. Thanks for the heads up Sam.

"No. I'm sorry. There isn't a graceful way to spit that out so I just rip it off like a band-aid so it's over and done with. Last month I made the mistake of hinting that maybe I should try to meet new people and boom! Everyone feels the need find me a date. I'm shocked no one has gotten me a Tinder account yet," said Alison.

"Is that like Twitter?" asked Steve.

"If Twitter had a cousin filled with STD's and regret," said Alison.

"I will keep that in mind," said Steve with a laugh. So meeting new people isn't so bad, thought Alison. They made it to the parish and Alison looked up at him.

"So this is my stop. If you wanna split that's cool," said Alison.

"Well would you mind if I didn't split? I really don't have anything else going on tonight. Unless I wanna try to start a new fan club. Sophia could be my president." He opened the door for her and she walked in.

"Thanks," she said and he followed behind her. Not a bad night after all, thought Steve.

...

"Just wait here and I'll call her," said the old man showing him to a room. Bucky could tell he made the old man nervous and a part of him felt bad. He didn't mean to make him nervous, but he kept twitching and it made everyone nervous who walked past him. The shocks were steadily getting worse and it was tiring and painful.

Georgina came in she looked at him sadly. He looked up from his bed and smiled.

"I knew you would come back," joked Bucky. Zola came in and eyed Bucky.

"It seems the Sergeant has a crush on you. Well we'll fix that soon enough," said Zola. They wheeled his bed down the hall and towards a room with an odd sort of chair. Two guards got him out of bed and into the chair. Georgina helped them adjust the straps in the chair and whispered that she was sorry before stepping away. Zola put a metal band on his head.

"What's your name?" asked Zola.

"Sergeant James Bar..." a shock went through his body and he screamed.

"You have no name," said Zola. "What is your name?"

"Sergeant James B..."another shock and it lasted longer this time.

"You have no name," repeated Zola. This went on for what felt like forever to him. Zola would ask for his name, Bucky would give it, Zola would shock him and tell him he had no name. He was reduced to crying in the chair and Zola ordered him back to his room.

He laid down on the sofa and tried to not cry. God this was becoming painful in ways he had forgotten. He heard voices outside.

"Just wait outside. I'll only be a few minutes. I just wanna make sure he's okay and if there is anything we can do before we make him someone else's problem. Just give me a few minutes," said a female voice.

"Will do," said a male voice and it made Bucky want to run, but he couldn't. I know that voice. The door opened and the woman who called herself Alison came in and gave him a small smile.

"Hey. I'm glad you came in. Can you tell me what's hurting you?"

"My arm...my left side," said Bucky. She pulled over a chair to get closer to him and he sat up.

"Can I see it?' asked Alison. Bucky nodded and pulled his left hand out of his pocket and her eyes got wide at the sight of it. He pulled the sweatshirt off so she could see the whole metal arm and all color left her face.

"Holy shit," she muttered and went to touch it and it felt hot to the touch. Like a car about to overheat.

"How...I don't even know where to start." She had seen prosthetic limbs before but nothing like this. "Who did this too you?' asked Alison.

She wasn't part of the Hydra medical team if she didn't know how to fix this. In way he was a little relieved, but he really needed someone to make this stop. Before he could answer another shock went through his body and he cried out in pain. The door opened and there stood Steve the mission.

"Bucky," he said. Alison turned to look at Steve when the man on the sofa started to get up only to fall over from another shock. He fell to the floor and was twitching.

"Call an ambulance," said Alison kneeling next to him. She had no clue what was going on or who this passed out man was, but he needed help that was beyond her. How do you even make something like that, thought Alison. Steve pulled out his phone and was speaking quickly.

"Yeah. Stark it's me. Yeah...shut up and listen. We need you to prep a med room at the Tower. Don't ask questions, just do it," ordered Steve. He made another call to Sam ordering him to get to the parish with the car. That he found Bucky and to step on it. Bucky, thought Alison beyond confused at this point. Another shock went through him and Alison felt his heart stop. Oh crap. Alison started CRP and Steve knelt next to her and took the man's flesh hand.

"Come on. Bucky, don't do this to me," muttered Steve. She performed two rounds of chest compression before she felt a barely there pulse and the man drew in a shuddering breath. He looked at her confused .

"Georgina..." he passed out again, but was still breathing.

"We got to get him to Stark," said Steve and he helped her get the man up and out the back door so no one would see. A few minutes later a horn honked and there was Sam driving a black SUV. She and Steve got the man into the backseat, Alison climbed in the back and Steve got into the front.

"What is going on?" asked Alison.

"His name is Bucky Barnes," said Sam and it took Alison a second to place the name.

"Like the Bucky Barnes from history class?" asked Alison. Well my life just took a turn into the night of living historical figures. Steve looked very grim and he took the man's normal hand and was talking to him.

"Come on. Wake up. Don't you dare quit on me now."

"How is he doing back there?" asked Sam.

"Pulse is low...about 60-65 beats a minute. I'm not sure if that's his normal resting or not. That arm though is hot has hell. Sounds like it's grinding," said Alison. Please just keep beating, thought Alison. They got to Stark Tower and into a parking garage where Tony Stark was waiting for them with a gurney. Steve and Sam got him out of the backseat and started wheeling him towards the elevator. Tony looked at Alison and raised an eyebrow.

"You bring all your dates out on recovery missions?" asked Tony.

"It's not a date!" snapped Steve.

"He's not going to get help down here," said Alison feeling the pulse drop a beat as another shock hit him.

"Doctor?" asked Tony.

"Nurse," said Alison.

"Oh good someone useful," said Tony and it was hard to tell if he meant it or not. They went up several floors and it opened up into a what Alison could only assume was the most expensive medical center she had ever walked into. There looked to be full lab off to one side, MRI scanner, CT scanner, a full body x-ray machine and things she had only read about in journals

"Oh Friday," called Tony and a female voice spoke up from all around them.

"Yes Tony?"

"Let's get him on the bed," said Sam and he helped Alison move him to a bed. Steve refused to let go of the man's hand and Alison found herself trying to work around him. Tony went over to a drawer and started pulling out some tools. Alison removed his shirt to study the arm a little better. The shock was wearing off and some her training took over.

"It looks like it's attached in two places," said Alison. It looked like there was a metal plate where his shoulder and arm joint should be that attached to the arm to his body. Jesus, thought Alison taking in the scar tissue around the base. Someone had been operating on him for sometime-cutting it and letting it heal repeatedly.

"Oh you are useful after all," said Tony sitting the tools down on a table and wheeling it over. He studied the arm and listened.

"Well this is going to have to come off. Give me a scan Friday. How do we take the tin man apart?" There was a flash of green lasers that quickly scanned him. A hologram appeared showing the arm in detail.

"Arm is detachable from main plate," said the voice and it showed Tony how to take the arm off.

"You might wanna restrain him before we start. I don't want him to struggle and mess you up," said Alison.

"We could knock him out," said Tony pointing to a fridge that Alison could only guess what meds that held.

"I don't know if he's allergic to anything and considering how low his pulse is I don't wanna risk it," said Alison.

"This bed comes with resistant to hold the Hulk down," said Tony and he pressed a button and restraints appeared on his legs, chest and arms.

"Georgina," he muttered and Alison stroked his hair back.

"Shhh. It's Alison and we got someone who's gonna help you okay. You need to stay still for awhile." She didn't know how messy this was going to be and Steve was sort of in the way should they need to do anything major. He shouldn't see if something goes wrong, thought Alison.

"Steve. Why don't you go with Sam and we'll get you when we're finished," said Alison softly putting a hand on his arm and he jerked away.

"I'm not leaving this room," said Steve and Alison took a step back and looked at Sam for help.

"Come on. They need room to work. They can't help him if you're in the way. He's in good hands," said Sam lightly taking Steve's arm. Steve looked defeated and went with Sam.

"Good. It's hard to work with those big puppy dog eyes looking at you. Oh where are my manners, Tony Stark," he said holding out a hand.

"Alison Conley." Taking his hand and he shook it.

"Well Nurse Alison. If you could bring that second table over here," said Tony. She brought over the second table for the arm once it was off.

"Is there normal hospital stuff here?' asked Alison. Tony pointed out where she could find everything and she went to work. She got him on heart monitor first and he seemed to be at 70 beats a minute, a little better still not what she wanted. She was going to wait until the left arm was removed before starting a saline drip or getting any blood samples.

"This is going to sound stupid and I still have to ask. Have you seen anything like this before?" asked Alison and Tony gave her a look that reminded Alison of every cocky intern resident she ever dealt with.

"I build stuff like this, but this one isn't mine. However according to the records Cap got this was first made in 40's so now I'm a little bitter it took me so long to do it."

Tony started with something remarkably low tech-a screwdriver and by the end he moved on to what looked like a lightsaber to get the arm off the base. The base reminded her of a motherboard and Tony looked at it.

"Well that looks okay so we'll leave it on for now. Almost all the wires, circuits, chips are about fried in the arm explains the shocks," said Tony pushing the table with the arm away.

"He's all yours now," said Tony. He took the arm with him, he had a feeling that Cap would want him to fix it. She took a few blood sample. There was a lab so they could test for infections. He stirred and looked at her.

"I'm sorry if this hurts. You're dehydrated and it makes it hard to find a good vein and sadly I only have one arm to use. I'm going to start a saline drip and get some fluids in you?" He gave her a slight nod.

"I won't cause trouble," he muttered before passing out again. She brushed his hair back and shook her head. Poor guy. He shivered and she found a thin blanket to cover him up. She used the same vein for a saline drip. She turned to head for the lab when the female voice spoke up.

"Please put all samples on the the counter for standard testing."

"What is standard?" asked Alison. Oh this night has reached the fever dream stage.

"Drug screening, HDL screening…" Alison stopped her.

"I just want to see if he has an infection or any drugs in his system."

"That can be done in twenty minutes."

"Thanks Hal," said Alison and she left the room to get Steve. She missed Bucky whispering for her to come back.

…

Steve paced from one side of the room to the next in quick strides that made Sam nervous. Oh please let Barnes be okay. It would crush Steve if something happened to him now that we've found him.

"So what happened?" asked Sam trying to get Steve to settle down.

"She got a call to go in and help a patient," said Steve. Sam had a feeling he would get a more detailed account from Alison. Steve's head wasn't here and he couldn't blame him. Tony came out wheeling a table with an arm.

"So in addition to fixing birdman's wings I'm going to assume you want this fixed too," said Tony pointing at the arm.

"That would be very helpful," said Steve. Alison came out next and looked at Steve.

"His heart rate is back up. Got an IV in to get some fluids in him. He's out of it for the time being. He's still restrained just in case he tosses and turns. I only have one arm to work with for IV's," she explained.

"Thank you," said Steve and he left the room. Alison looked at Sam.

"You owe me dinner, a margarita and a really good explanation about what is going on."