Hey guys! Sorry about the wait! I know I said that I would try to have a new chapter up last Saturday or Sunday, but I got busy. I never got my documents to save but good news is I only lost one chapter! Sorry if this chapter isn't great because I'm still having some writers block and that it was kind of a short chapter, but I will have another one up by the end of the week. Please review! Have a happy Thanksgiving! :)
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As soon as I said that, I immediately stood up and walked across the cave to a pile of missiles with Yinsen following.
"Would you like to explain more?" Yinsen asked.
"Yeah maybe later." I said with sarcasm in my voice. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he rolled his eyes while I laughed to myself. I picked up the missile and brought it to the worktable ignoring the pain radiating through my chest.
"Stark, don't stress the chest muscles. They're still healing and you don't want to injure them anymore than they are." Yinsen warned.
"I'll be fine. I gotta get this done as soon as I can anyways." I told him. I started breaking down the missile, knowing exactly where the palladium I need was at.
"You know, I might be more of a help if I was included in the plan." Yinsen insisted and as soon as he said that, I extracted the small palladium chip out of the missile.
"What is that?" Yinsen asked
"Palladium. 0.15 grams. We need at least 1.6, so why don't you go break down the other 11?" I told him, answering his question. We eventually got the rest of the palladium chips after who knows how long.
"We should probably get some rest and finish the rest tomorrow." Yinsen suggested.
"Yeah why not." I probably should be moving around some after sitting for so long. As I was getting up, I had horrible, searing pain and pressure rip through my chest. My vision starting to go, I fell to the cold, hard ground. I vaguely remember Yinsen running over.
"Stark? Stark!" he started, raising his voice each time. "What's wrong?"
"Pressure…pain…really bad…pass out…" I say gasping between each breath. He frantically came to my side, trying to help me up.
"We're just going over to the cot. Okay?" he said trying to stay as calm as he could. We slowly walked over, where I collapsed onto the cot.
"This might hurt a little, but it's going to help with the pressure." He reassured me. He gently put his hands around the magnet, pushing down some. I groaned in protest to his hands, making the pain worse as he pushed down around the magnet. But within minutes, the pressure was going away from my chest and eventually the pain.
"'M good. 'M good." I tell him with exhaustion. "What was that all about?" I asked him through my tired voice.
"Your body is still getting used to the magnet in your chest. Since I had to make so much room for it, the muscles in your chest want to go back to where they were before since I had to move some of them. So pretty much, they are contracting against the wall of the magnet which is causing the pressure and most of the pain." He explains.
"Oh." I say blankly, not really knowing what to say.
"Well, you should probably get some sleep, Stark. It will be better in the morning." He tells me.
"Okay, see you in the morning." I tell him as he walks away. As he turns off the lamp, I drift off to sleep.
"I really feel bad for Tony." Clint simply said. Everyone seemed to agree, all nodding simultaneously. Everyone's expression was different; Clint staring down at the paper, Fury just staring at the wall, Natasha with a hard look on her face, Bruce looking as angry as ever with a flash of green in his eyes, Thor looking sorrowful, and Steve looking as if he was feeling sorry for all the bad and mean things he's said to Tony in the past. The silence continued until they all exchanged glances with each other and started reading again.
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