Avengers' Adventures

The Suit and I Are One. (major character death)

Damn I really want to kill Tony lately. I've actually had this for a while just never uploaded it. Also warning for those who are squeamish there's a lot of, blood and stuff.

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"This can't be happening! Not now!" Tony thought as he tried once more to activate the boosters on his suit, with no success. Something was desperately wrong, and fate was not on his side. The self destruct button had already been pushed, and he had less than a minute before the building collapsed in on him. And best of all, the button was on the basement floor, five stories underground. He wasn't going to make it, that much was clear.

 Still, a part of him of him screamed for him to try, begged for him to just believe that he could do it. He began the long climb up the stairs, but the suit wasn't made for long distance running. And Tony wasn't as young as he used to be. He was on the fourth flight of stairs when it happened. The explosions rocked the whole building, sending piles of building down on top of him. He felt himself falling, the ground disappearing from underneath him.

 A piece of rock hit him in the head, and he blacked out. When he woke, he could smell the blood surrounding him. He was pinned down by a ceiling beam, and his whole body was in agony. He tried to push the beam off, but he found he couldn't. His arms were broken. He lifted his head as much as he could to observe the damage, and a cry escaped him.

 The suit was completely wrecked, and pieces of it had embedded themselves in him, his torso, his legs, arms, it was horrifying. He could only see part of his legs, which were twisted at separate angles.  Slowly, the pain began to wash over him, and a scream tore through him. It felt like fire had engulfed him, fire with hot knives dragging their way up his body, stabbing him, but not enough to kill him.

 No, time would do that for him soon enough. His communicator was broken, there was no way to call for help. Not that it would matter much. His screams grew louder with each passing minute, until his throat was raw, and his eyes puffy from the tears that he didn't bother to stop.

 Nobody would find him, but that was alright.

 He wouldn't want anyone to see him like this, broken. No, it was better fro him to be buried under the ruble, bleeding out slowly. He'd die, and that'd be it. No one would miss him, no ceremony would be held. Nobody would cry. He could feel his eyes gently beginning to close, black spots clouding his vision. 

 So this is it. This is death.

 He took in a shallow breath, not an easy task- blood was beginning to pool in his lungs, filling them up. The shards of metal only added to the pain, sinking deeper with the rise and fall of his chest. He just let his eyes close, and let his breathing stop. 

 The suit and I are one.