Thor landed with a thud on the hellicarrier runway, Tony cradled in his arms,dripping blood. Agents rushed to Thor, Coulson among them. "Where are the others?" Thor spoke. "On there way. Tony is in urgent need of medical." Coulson tuned to the agents. "Go get a stretcher and a doctor. Now!" They ran off, going to do as he asked. Coulson went to Tony. "Dear God, what happened?" "There was a man there by the name of Wolverine among the people under mind control. He was protecting the machine. Tony distracted him enough for me to destroy it." Coulson looked over the suit sadly, worriedly. "How are we suppose to get the suit off?" Suddenly there was rushed footsteps along with wheels. Thor placed Tony gently on the stretcher before they took him. Coulson watched the worried look on Thor. "Follow them. Talk with his family. I'll wait for the others. They should be here momentarily." Thor nodded, walking briskly in Tony's direction.
Thor watched as they rushed him into there ER, doctors and nurses rushing around him like bees to a hive, trying in vain to take off the suit but with the power gone from it ind having it shredded with only pieces hanging on him, it was impossible to tell what was the manual button to take it off. "Thor!" He turned his head, seeing Tony's wife. He nodded to her as she rushed over to him to watch thru the window. "Thor! What happened? Is he-" She saw him thru the window, her hand going to her mouth. "Oh my god...Is he...?" Thor put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He is alive Lady Kimberly. But his injures are great." Kim rushed in there, the doctors letting her, knowing who she was. She ignored the tears going down her face, looking him over as they rushed around her. "Tony... God..." Suddenly he was groaning in pain, his brown eyes opening, he looked to Kim. Kim could tell the burden the pain was, grimacing and wincing as he tried to hide it. "Angel..sorry...I'm...a little banged up.." Kim smiled sadly,holding his bare hand. The gantlet had come off during the battle. "It's ok..."
Tony looked around, staring between the ceiling and Kim. Delirious with pain. "I'm dead arnt I?" Kim shook her head. "No, no baby, your alive." She suddenly yelled to the doctors and nurses. "Can someone take him out of his suit?!" A nurse spoke up. "We have no idea how!" Kim turned to Thor who was out in the hall. "Thor. Please. Help." Thor walked in, making sure to be gentle around the people with his gigantic size. "What is it you require?" Kim moved back. "Get his suit off. None of us know how to." Thor took his giant hands to it, ripping it off of him easily. Within moments Tony was free of his shredded armor. Kim had to swallow the nausea she felt down. There was so much blood. He looked like he got mauled by a wild animal. Long scratches going across his torso, his arms,face. The doctors started to gt to work now that he was out. Hooking him up to a morphine drip. Within moments Tony was talking, his words slurred as Kim sat next to him, holding his hand. "Mmm your really pretty...I know you don't I?" Kim assumed it was a mixture of the pain medication and deliriousness causing the memory loss. She smiled sadly. "Yeah. You do. I'm your wife." He smiled drunkenly. "My wife? Wow...I must have done something really good to have you...Your so pretty...did I tell you that?" Kim giggled weakly. "You did." "Well I'll say it again...your pretty. Sorry I'm a bit scratched up..." He passed out from the anesthesia being given to him. She let her tears fall, petting his hair back as the doctors worked on him.
Gage was in medical as well,getting stitched up by Agent Hill, since almost all the doctors were working on Tony, stitching him back up. He sat on the medical table, wincing when she put a stitch thru. She smirked. "Stop being a baby." Gage smirked weakly. "You say that the next time someone gives you a good prick." Maria smirked. "Sorry, not interested in Tony." Gage chuckled weakly before wincing. "Funny." She was working on his shoulder currently. His other one having a large bandage on it until she was done with this one. Gage smiled. "So? The city is saved now, people are getting back to normal. How about t hat coffee sometime?" Maria smiled. "I'd like that." He grinned. "Great." He watched her as she worked. She was pretty, smart, knew how to use a weapon. Maybe this could work. Maria looked up at him as she put her instruments away, cleaning them. "Something you like?" He smirked. "Yeah. There is." Maria smirked. "What might that be?" He brought his hands on her waist, bringing her closer. "You." She smirked, hands resting on his chest, away from his wounds. "Moving a little fast agent Smith?" "Is it a problem Agent Hill?" She smirked. "I like fast." She leaned in, kissing him, gently at first before he started deepening it. His good arm reached up, cupping the side of her face, hands caressing her soft skin, feeling the the silk of her hair as it was curled and pinned into bun. She smiled into the kiss, opening her mouth to him, her hands roaming around his hard, defined chest.
Suddenly the door opened, it was Clint who smirked. "If this is how they handle medical-" Agent Hill jumped back, wiping her mouth. Gage was blushing, looking to the floor before looking to his brother while Maria spoke. "Is there something you needed Agent Barton?" Clint smirked. "Just to talk to this one." Maria nodded. "Talk. I still have to stich up his other wound." Clint walked towards him. "Two wounds? Your losing your touch." Gage half glared. "What do you want?" Clint softened.. "I wanted to see how you were doing. Obviously very well in the hands of Agent Hill. Tony's in some bad shape." Gage looked at him. "How bad?" Clint sighed. "He decided to be a distraction and nearly get himself killed. He looks like he got mauled by a tiger. God knows how many stitches he's gonna have." Gage smirked as Maria stitched up his side. "Your worried, arnt you?" Clint scoffed. "Worried for Kim. He's her whole world." "Your worried. About him." Clint glared. Am not." "Are to." Clint glared. "Keep it up and see what happens." Gage chuckled. "Sure, sure."
The doctors were almost done stitching Tony up when one went to Kim. "May I speak to you? Alone?" Kim nodded, following him out into the hallway. "Is he ok?" The doctor nodded. "Yes. He is gonna be fine but his wounds are quite severe as of placement. He's gonna have a hard time moving and will most likely rip a stitch or two given that there are so many. " Kim swallowed. "How many?" The doctor sighed. "At this point. Somewhere around 500, and rising. I don't have an exact-" "500 stitches!" Kim was in shock, hands going to her mouth. The doctor nodded. "Yes. Along with a very high chance of ripping a few of them, he's at a much higher chance for infection. These wounds, as superficial as they may be, since there are so many puts him at a much higher chance of infection. Were gonna put him on a strongest antibiotic we can. It might upset his stomach...I'll print out some information on it." Kim nodded, tears falling down her face. Clint was walking down the hall when the doctor went back in the room. He rushed to her, seeing her trembling. "What is it? Is he gonna be ok?" She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "He's gonna be fine. Just...shocking. There giving him around 500 stitches. He's gonna have to be reduced to bed rest, how are we gonna keep him from moving? You know how he-" Clint held both her arms, seeing she was slowly making her way into a panic attack. "Kim, breath. He's gonna be fine. We'll figure it out." Her lip trembled, collapsing into him, letting her tears fall into his shirt. He held her close, kissing her head. "shh it'll be alright."
It was an hour later that the doctors finished, his stitches now covered in bandages. Bandages covering half his body. Going across his chest, arms, one on his face. Kim sat next to him, holding his hand gently. A bandage going across it. The morphine put him to sleep, thankfully. She doesn't want to imagine what kind of pain he would be in. Suddenly there was a light knock in the door way. She looked over, relaxing when she saw Gage. "Hey..." Gage walked in slowly, his eyes scanning over Tony. "Damn...Logan did a number on him. Is he gonna be ok?" Kim nodded. "Yeah. There superficial wounds. Nothing life threatening. At the moment." Gage raised an eyebrow. "At the moment?" Kim nodded. "He's at a much higher chance for infection or complication since the wounds are so many." She paused. "Who did you say did this to him?" Gage sighed. "Names Logan. He goes by Wolverine. This guy that was controlling the city was using Wolverine to protect him. He was some wannabe mad scientist. Wanted to prove Charles Xavier that his product worked. Just a scientist that got rejected one to many times and couldn't take it. Wait, where you going?" Kim was at the door way now, she spoke to Gage. "Stay here and watch over him." Gage nodded as she left, quickly.
She found Logan in the mess hall, charging over to him quickly, shoving his large shoulder while he sat. "How could you?" She glared, nearly growling. He glared up. Everyone already looking over nervously. A few agents already having there hands on there guns, moving in slowly to protect her. Logan stood, glaring, towering over her. "Excuse me?" Kim growled, glaring up at him. "You. Do you have any idea how much it's gonna take to keep my husband practically bed-ridden? He's gotten 567 stitches because of you! At any moment he could rip them and and get an infection. If he dies from complications it's on you you damn fucking son of a bitch!" She had angry tears falling down her face as she glared, seething at him. He glared down at her before speaking, calmly. "So your the one that settled Stark." He paused, watching her, feeling a bit of guilt twist his heart. "Your a brave one. I'm sorry for his injures, honest but I was under mind-control. I had no control over myself." Kim's lip was trembling along with her glare. Her voice wobbly. "Fuck you." She was about to huff away, to go back to Tony's room when Logan grabbed her arm to keep her there. "Hey, calm down. Sit." Her face crumbled with tears a moment before nodding in agrreance and sitting down. It was a few more moments that the agents calmed, putting there guns away.
About a half hour later Logan was walking her down the hall to Tony. He frowned, seeing the injures. "I'm truly sorry. I mean, your husband can be a pain in the ass but I'd never do something like that to an innocent." Kim nodded. "I understand." Gage looked over to them, waving to Logan. Kim looked in and saw Tony was awake. He smiled weakly. "Hey angel.." She smiled sadly, walking in to him, holding his hand. "Hey baby...how you feeling?" He winced,taking in a breath. "Feel like I got mauled by a tiger." He saw Logan in the doorway. "Your you again right? Not here to finish the job?" Logan snorted. "Nope. I'm me. Sorry about your injures." Tony nodded. "It's fine, I understand the mind-control thing." Logan nodded, smirked weakly. " You listen to your wife here and rest up. No ripping stitches." Tony looked confused between them. "uh did I miss something?" Logan shook his head, walking out the door, down the hall. Kim smiled, sitting next to Tony's bed. Tony smiled to her weakly. Gage followed out the door, wanting to check on TJ and Quinn. .
Kim smiled to him, leaning, kissing him softly. He smiled, kissing back, starting to deepen it when he winced. "Ahh ok...guess I should watch my breathing. That hurt." Kim bit her lip. "Sorry.." Tony smiled sadly. "Don't be. It was my fault for becoming a cat toy. How are they kids? Are they ok?" Kim nodded. "There fine. Just worried." "Can..can I see them? Wait, should they see me like this?" Kim smiled sadly, standing. "I'll go bring them here."
At that moment Clint was walking in. "Ah your awake." Tony nodded. "I am.." Kim stood, speaking to Clint. "Could you watch him a moment while I get the kids?" Clint nodded with a weak smile to her. "Sure." Kim smiled, walking out the door. Tony sighed. "Thanks for saving my ass back there." Clint scoffed, sitting across from him. "Next time how about not becoming a cat toy." Tony laughed weakly before wincing. "Ow.. shit." He looked to the side. "I'm a sight to see arnt I?" Clint gave him a look. "The hell you talking about?" Tony sighed. "All this.. the stitches. They go across my chest, arms, I'm lucky one didn't get my neck. Gonna be a while before she or anyone for that matter wants me." Clint glared. "How can you fucking say that?"
Tony glared weakly. "Look at me Clint. These are gonna scar, no amount of S.H.I.E.L.D medical best is gonna make them go away. Girls like scars but not fucking huge ones that go across your chest. Excuse me if I'm feeling a little deformed by this." He swallowed. "All people have wanted me for was looks or money. I don't know what the hell she saw in me to stay now that looks are out of the picture-" suddenly there was a hand coming across his face, hard. He winced, looking to Clint, who was next to his bed, glaring and forcing him to look in very angry blue eyes. "How can you fucking talk about yourself like that? Have you looked in a mirror? Scars or not, your one of the most beautiful men alive and your gonna sit there and wallow in your own self-made pity? She loves you you fucking idiot. Thats why she stayed. Because she loves your idiotic, self-destructing ass". Tony paused, letting all that sink in before smirking weakly. "You think I'm beautiful huh?" Clint blushed, deeply before huffing back to his chair. "No, I don't. It's kinda all over the tabloids." Tony let out an amused sound. "sure."
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