I slid into a pair of leather shorts and a tank top. I had decided (with a lot of thinking) that i would just have to accept how fucked up my body had become. I walked across the infirmary floor, stopping in front of the door. I gently placed my hand on it and pushed it down, causing the door to fling open. From where i stood, all i could see was my reflection. "Very funny Tony. Now take the stupid mirrors down." i said. No response. I walked down the hallway. Mirrors covered the ceiling, floor, and walls. They all were pristine, they looked freshly cleaned.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but i just decided to ignore it. In the distance, i could hear someone screaming. All i could tell was that it was a male, and that whoever it was was in an immense amount of pain. I was paying too much attention to getting there, when i felt an arm wrap around my waist. I screamed, but whoever it was put their hand over my mouth. I struggled loose and turned around. It was Steve. "Don't fucking do that! What happened here?" i said. He glanced down, but i noticed that when he did, his eyes flashed red.
Before my eyes, his body crashed into a mirror and exploded. Whirling around AGAIN, Thor stood behind me. "Robots." he said. I shook my head in disbelief. "Why always robots?" i asked. I waited for an answer, but i didn't get one.
Following the screams, we were lead to a small room that i had never noticed before. "Hey, has this room always been here?" i asked as i placed a hand on the door. He pushed me back and stepped between me and the door. Within seconds, his hammer had made a huge hole in the door.
Inside of the room sat Steve. The real Steve. From behind Thor, i could see dozens of boreholes in his chest and arms. he was losing blood. Quickly.
