Broken Record
I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR IRON MAN NOR ANY OTHER MARVEL FIGURE WHICH MAY MAKE AN APPEARENCE!
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I've had this crazy idea for a Flash story, should I write it?
Bruce wasn't sure what to do.
It was nearing three in the morning when Jarvis woke him up and told him Tony required assistance. At first he thought Tony just had some random idea for a experiment he wanted to get started, but that wasn't the case. The moment he walked through the door and into the lab (Though in all honesty it was more of a advanced garage) he knew something was wrong. All the lights were off except one lone lamp in a corner near the couch Steve forced Tony to keep in the lab since 'He practically lived down here'.
"Tony?" Bruce called out but received no response so he switched tactics, "Jarvis, where's Tony at?"
"I believe you will find Sir on the ground behind the couch."
"What?!" Bruce's eyes widened, hurrying he slid across the floor just barely managing not to fall down onto his butt in the process. When he got to the couch he gulped, loudly, Tony was laying there curled up in a fetal position pale, shaking, and his wings were laying haphazardly stretched out on the floor.
If he wasn't feeling so panicked about his friends well being than he would've taken the chance to get a good look at Tony's wings.
"Jarvis? What happened?" Bruce placed a hand against Tony's forehead, wincing as he felt the heat radiating off of him.
"I believe Sir has collapsed due to exhaustion and is malnourished. The chances of Sir being sick has risen to 78% within the past hour."
"Malnourishment? Exhaustion?" Bruce's brows knitted together, "Wait! Hour? How long has Tony been like this?!"
"Sir has been in that position for approximately 2 hours and 47 minutes 15 seconds and counting. He has lost consciousness merely & minutes ago."
"Right. right, okay." Bruce mumbled moving to pick Tony up.
"Be careful of Sirs back, he...he doesn't wish to have people touch near there."
Bruce paused in his actions and nodded briefly before widening his stance so that his arms hooked under Tony's knees and the other around his upper shoulders/neck area.
"Jarvis, mind opening the elevator to the medical floor?"
"Certainly Mister Banner."
"Just Bruce is fine," Bruce chuckled before turning serious once more, "Jarvis, Tony's really light...has he been eating right? You said he was malnourished."
"Sir has not eaten in 52 hours other than the few slices of toast you persuaded Sir to eat this morning. And Sir hasn't slept in 96 hours."
"WHAT?!" Bruce yelled but hastily lowering his voice when Tony groaned, "He hasn't eaten in almost three days and hasn't slept for almost Four days?!"
"I believe Sirs Sleeping and Eating habits resemble that of a Broken Record."