"I WAS BORN WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, FIRE IN MY SOUL, AND A MOUTH I CAN'T CONTROL."
In which only one of the Cunningham sisters will make it out alive.
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Iris hadn't said a word to anyone since Steve had broken the news to her.
Nat, who she'd learned was, in fact, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was giving her the medical attention Tony insist she have. Iris hadn't recognized her with the blonde and short hair, but Tony said her full first name on the way in, and Iris had connected the dots.
Speaking of Tony, he was in the bed next to her, sitting up, refusing to lay down until he had a conversation with the rest of the team.
Iris also demanded to do the same, threatened to walk over there herself.
Natasha, giving her exasperated looks left and right, agreed to put her in a wheelchair with an IV if she agreed to stay calm.
Iris accepted to the terms, but she made no promises.
She'd also tried to ring her parents up, at least a half a dozen times. They didn't pick up once. Iris left five messages to their phones each and assumed the worst. Natasha did her best to comfort her, telling her their phones might still be dead, and maybe the reason they didn't pick up was that it wasn't Iris' own phone.
She shrugged off the comments, squared her shoulders, and hardened her gaze as Nat wheeled her out into the main room.
Tony was there too, also seated in a wheelchair, tugging an IV behind him. He nodded kindly to Iris when she entered, giving her an encouraging smile.
All of the Avengers were there too, at least, those who were still living: Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony's friend Iris only knew as Rhodey, Tony himself, Carol, Nebula, and the talking raccoon. Thor was there too, just sitting in a chair, absent from the conversation, looking down at his folded hands.
Iris had rolled out after Tony, and thus, the room was already in conversation by the time she joined the circle. Natasha walked out from behind Iris' chair, turned on some sort of hologram of a planet that looked suspiciously like Earth, and spoke. It was just as tall as she was, and glowing orange and yellow. "We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans and satellites and we got nothing."
Steve looked over to the only two people with IVs pumping blood and fluids through their bloodstreams. "Tony you fought him, and I assume you did too." He gestured to Iris last minute, as though she were an afterthought.
Bitch, she silently, and sent him a stone hard glare.
Tony was just as pissed. "Who told you that? I didn't fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the stone. That's what happened, there was no fight."
