It was a bad battle. Aliens were everywhere and closing in. The Avengers kept fighting. It's what they do best. Captain America and The White Wolf had their backs to each other, protecting each other. The Black Widow and Hawkeye were taking down enemies as fast as they could. Tony was firing off shots and mini missiles from the sky. Hulk was smashing and destroying as he normally would. The rest of the team was doing everything they could to take them down.
It was long before the battle slowly stopped. Tony was on the ground, suit broken in some places and just barely making it work. Tony panted and looked his enemy in the eye. "Come at me, ET." Tony growled, using a piece of his broken suit at a makeshift dagger. The alien charged at him. Tony fought, hearing the sounds of the battle raging on. He was close to stabbing the alien when he felt something stab into his back. Tony screamed and fell to his side, managing to kill the alien beneath him. Tony whimpered and felt the alien that stabbed him get picked up. He looked up in time to see the Hulk throw it away from them. Tony panted and closed his eyes.
"Stark. Stark are you ok?" Steve crouched down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tony shook his head.
"Hurts to much. I cant breathe." Tony mumbles out. "I think I'm dying."
Hours. He was in there for hours. Bruce was packing the floor by the medical bay doors. They got Tony here has fast as they could and finished the fight. Bruce bit at his already worn down nail. He has to live. Bruce looked up when he saw the doors open and a doctor walk out. Bruce walked over. "Well is he ok?" Bruce asked. The doctor sighed.
"Hes alive, but he almost didnt make it. He died twice in the table." The doctor put a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "You can go see him."
"Thank you." Bruce took off to Tony's side. When he got there, he saw Tony laying on the bed. He looked peaceful. Bruce walked over and took his hand, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. "Tony. I dont know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up. I need to know you're alive. You scared me Tony." Bruce closed his eyes, laying his forehead down on top of their entwined hands. He heard a small noise and looked up to find Tony looking down at him with a small smile. Bruce sat up and smiled back.
"You thought you could get rid of me that easily." Tony said, voice scratchy from disuse. Bruce shook his head.
"You just wake up from almost dying and the first thing you say is sass. You little brat." Bruce chuckled. Tony raised his other hand and cups Bruce's cheek. Bruce closes his eyes, leaning into the touch.
"Hey. I'm ok. You guys saved me. You saved me." Tony shifted some letting out a small whimper of pain. Bruce gently laid beside him on the bed and held him close. Tony closed his eyes and cuddles into his partner. Bruce ran a hand through his hair. They stayed like that until they both fell asleep. When the doctor came in to check on Tony that's how he found them, curled into each other afraid to let each other go.
