Tony had ended up flying the kid back to the tower. He was heavier than he looked.
The Avengers had argued the whole way back to the tower about what to do with the kid. Clint had suggested putting him in a locked room under surveillance (supported by Natasha but immediately shot down by Thor), Steve had suggested contacting shield (shot down by nearly all the avengers), but in the end, they submitted to the quiet authority of an un-transformed Bruce, who had suggested checking him for injuries, then waiting until he woke up to determine if he was a threat.
He landed on the small suit pad on the tower balcony and carried the kid inside for roughly 6 feet, after which he promptly handed him off to Thor. After all, he couldn't carry a kid and an espresso at the same time.
Thor didn't seem to mind. If Tony wasn't mistaken, he seemed almost exited. Maybe he thought the kid was Asgardian?
Tony glanced at the kid who he was, for now, calling mini-Thor. (because really, golden hair, red cape/cloak, and falling out of portals in the sky? They were practically related.)
Finally arriving at the med bay, (which was basically just a lab with slightly more medical equipment than the rest of the tower)
Thor laid Mini-Thor on one of the examination tables. Bruce readied a few of the scanners and called Steve over to help him get the kid's cloak and shirt thingy off. This kid had a somewhat complicated layer of clothes. (though, to be fair, anything that wasn't pants and a T-shirt was complicated in Tony's eyes.)
Bruce frowned as he went to remove the cloak.
"Bruce?" Steve asked
"His arm..." bruce said, poking Mini-Thor's right arm, "It feels really hard."
"he probably works out." Tony commented sarcastically
Bruce completely ignored him, "Like metal....or something."
Steve frowned slightly, thinking of Bucky, and helped remove the cloak.
There were collective gasps around the room, and Steve recoiled.
"Oh." Bruce said after a moment.
Tony was already hurrying over to get a better look, "He has a prosthetic arm." he said, examining it, "And a damn fancy one at that."
The articulation was incredible. It had been designed in a way that it was nearly exactly the same shape and size as a normal arm, and although the technology itself seemed....extremely outdated, the complexity and detail was astounding.
Tony experimentally wiggled one of the fingers. "Dang." he said, somewhat impressed.
"Why does a kid his age have a prosthetic?" Steve said in a somewhat disbelieving tone
"Alien fashion accessory?" Tony suggested. Thor gave him a weird look.
"I think it goes all the way up to his shoulder." Bruce commented, removing the black vest/shirt thing. Bruce paled.
"Oh god..." he whispered.
The prosthetic did indeed connect to Mini-thor's shoulder, but that wasn't what had Bruce calling to his maker.
It was the scars.
There was intensive scarring around the kid's shoulder, around where his prosthetic arm connected, but other than that, his body was littered with them. Some were thin, some were huge, and they were everywhere. there was a particularly disturbing scar on the left side of his torso that looked like a massive puncture wound. Had this kid been impaled?!
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