Tony POV
"What happened?" I asked as I ran in.
"I don't know."
I darted over to Clint's other side as Bruce checked his pulse.
"Jarvis, run a scan on Clint."
If it wasn't for the rapid rising and falling of his chest, I'd assume Clint was dead. He was pale and limp on the table. The only reaction Clint gave when Bruce rubbed his knuckle on Clint's sternum was a small twitch.
"Tony I think he slipped into a coma."
"Sir, there's a large quantity of an unknown substance in his blood."
I looked at Bruce then back down at Clint.
"Temperature? Heart rate? Blood pressure? Now J!" I yelled unable to keep from panicking.
"105 degrees Fahrenheit. 144 beats per minute-"
"Enough J! Bruce we've got to get him to a hospital."
"No, I don't think he will make it that far if we move him, Tony."
"Jarvis, what's the toxicity of his blood?"
"75% sir."
"Shit! Shit! Okay, Banner do not let him die."
"What're you going to do?" Bruce asked.
"Figure out a cure."
What the hell was in his blood? I've never seen anything like this. It must be a fail safe system the Red Room set up after Natasha broke free. They can't have their agents defecting and spilling secrets, so of course they make a new poison to release of the agent has been caught or switched sides. That must mean another agent is nearby. Maybe-
"Hurry up Tony!" Bruce yelled.
I glanced back to see Bruce gazing worriedly at me. I shook myself and returned my attention back to the compound in Clint's blood. There's gotta be something to cancel it out. I took a calming breath so I could think clearly.
