Must've punctured a lung or something. ", "Of course," Tony replied. In fact, it didn't even appear to be Stark Tower. Tony kept thinking about the way that Steve's shoulders had shuddered, and his chest shook, how his eyes and teeth were clenched shut and probably hurt with the force. He was pretty sure he'd invented that, whatever it was, he couldn't remember right now. Well, okay, yeah, that… that was different then. Tony threw his arm over his knees and pulled her closer. He stored it in Hill's office, leaning against a wall, and sped towards the SHIELD medical center. Should be The Damages We Keep by Dentalfloss :). Steve protested, an expression that he would never admit to, but that was definitely a defiant pout. "Just do it. Darned if I can remember whether this fic stars Tony or Clint. He endured them in five minute stretches, only when he knew that one of his teammates was down and wouldn't be back up for at least two days. "What, why are you here?" The feeling of relief swelled in his throat. "We're trying something a little different this time," Tony remarked. Several supports were buckling because of The Wrecker's high powered crow bar slamming into the steel. Please don't read this if it could be triggering for you. Insecure ... doing his best to drown both the emotional disappointment, and the physical injury of three broken ribs and a concussion, in a bottle of whiskey. I'm the one who's gotta deal, anyway. And then there was Rhodey dragging him out to a bar, or a charity event, before he became War Machine and started spending all his time on classified missions. They carefully began escorting him towards where SHIELD had medical tents waiting, just to be sure. Tony sat down next to Steve's hip. "How long does it take to work?" I don't recall programming "sensitive soul" as one of your character traits. He waved his hand out in a dismissal of Wilson. I don't like it when you do that. "Jarvis! "Tony, we live together.". ", Trial 5: Steve Is Not a Horse But His Metabolism Is So It's The Same Thing. "I want it back," Tony demanded. "Are, are you laughing?" I don't count, you don't tense up. "Work with me, work with me, work with me." Stuff that affects you consistently, Steve. He doesn’t want someone to ‘settle’ for him. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. Tony hadn't expected Pepper to stick with him forever. I'm the worried friend. "What? Gotta trust the only family we have.". "No, no need. And the Iron Man suit was a work of inspiration and beauty and MIT-grad rock and roll. He absently patted Natasha's knee. Even Natasha could see that, and those memories were begging to be answered for every time Tony spent too long listening to Steve's strangled gasps for air or looking at his agonized expression. "When I got there, you were starting to drown in your own blood. His stomach churned. Sam was looking at him like he'd just had a brain aneurysm. "Did you even think this through?" Hurt it jumping off a roof. "Don't be so sensitive, Hawkguy. Which was stupid really. He didn't remember closing them, but it was too dark for them to be open, unless the power was out in the building. It was also incredibly satisfying. Thank you," Steve was saying in the background, in his infuriating, stupid Captain voice. "Maybe if you could take a damn break from your mad scientist gig, I could get a word in edgewise, and say what I want to say.". "He-uh, I mean, thankfully, he passed out here and there. "Cap. ", Tony retracted the faceplate. After he'd convinced Pepper that he was fine, everything was okay, she reluctantly went to bed and he went down to the lab. If we tweak the sedative component of trial five, rework what receptors are triggered from trial six, then we can hopefully create an effective painkiller. "Work with me." "It's-it's not. It was in an oblivious, kind of adorable way, but still. Well...mainly harmless. Let me know how you feel and we can adjust it. It was, unfortunately, two short weeks later when Tony was granted the opportunity to test out his latest and greatest idea of cracking the code of the evil super-soldier metabolism. And that was yet another new version of the suit destroyed. "Hey, hey, I had Jarvis take it off you when you were unconscious. His eye kept twitching. So he ducked into his lab. "Down here," the voice chimed again. The guy was infuriating sometimes. When Tony skidded into the room, Thor was hunched over in a chair, his broad shoulders sharply defined by his cotton shirt, and he was holding both of Steve's hands. That sounded awful. Where'd you go?". "What the fuck did you do, Stark!" "I think I did the opposite.". Nothing complicated about taking a shower. As Tony was positioning the IV into the crook of Steve's arm, he heard Bruce go, "Hey, hey, deep breaths. ", Steve swallowed thickly, blinking up at them. "Stay still, and let me see if I can help you out, okay? Third degree burns over 40 percent of the body, broken ribs, moderate concussion. It almost sounded like English. Tony hated him. Natasha yelled over the rush of the helicopter she was piloting. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. "If it were effective, it should've decreased his pain right away," Tony replied dejectedly. It's safe.". "Steve, your bone is at least forty percent healed in the wrong direction. There was not a fiber of Tony's being that wanted to watch this. ), not to mention the annoyingly goodnatured, not-even-hot chick wearing ugly green scrubs, leaning over and asking him a bunch of stupid questions, Tony was able to calculate that he was currently in his least favorite place in the world. Every time he blinked the lights behind Bruce's swaying form flared with a wicked intensity. Hypothesis? Tony knew a lot of things. Nobody else realised it, but Tony needed to be punished. Tony tends to hide behind masks, anyone who get's near him dies, he deserves this right? He started patting down his body and panic zipped up his spine when he realized that he didn't know where anything was. Steve smacked his lips and considered this with his eyes closed. There was a tiny voice beneath him. "But these—these are just flesh wounds—he's Steve. A large black eye blotched over much of her cheek, temple, and forehead. Did Thor feel this way around them? Steve turned around, his face a shade paler than was healthy. It's symptomatic of being an eight hundred pound super soldier. Haven't you heard? He wants to be the one and only, and he can’t be that with Rogers or Barnes. She tilted her chin in Tony's direction. As Bruce escorted him the spare few feet to his own bed, Tony hated Steve even more because he was currently miles of bare skin and six pack abs. Just a little warning does go into quite a bit of detail about the medical bits, depends if that's icky to you or not! I want fics set pre-Civil War, but post the first avengers movie. Steve being injured because of some reckless behaviour or not taking his own wellbeing into consideration, and the team berating him for it. The Cap just shook his head. Have I mentioned that it's like, three in the afternoon?". Life without Toni was inconceivable, and letting her go will be the death of him.
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