Between Destruction

The Beginning (5)

       Tony yanked at his wadded up sheets while he slept, a turmoil within him refused to sleep. No wonder he was so tired as he flailed once again, nightmares he wouldn't recall later plagued his senses. He lurched up back bend forward and his bedding held him like a fly in a web. He gasped for air as his body refused to continue the fight.

Outside thunder rolled and crackled, wind whipped through the trees, and rain assaulted the ground. Trunks snapped like branches and fell with reverberated thuds. Water and hail was tossed around as the wind it's seemed to fight.

Tony once again woke up exhausted. His hands rubbed his eyes then made their way through the tangle of hair on the top of his head.

"I feel dead," he said to no one and nothing in particular. "I'm going back to bed."

And he probably would have if it wasn't for a certain redhead assassin bursting through the door with her hardcore agent look and borderline fearful deliverance of the four words Tony really hates. "We have a problem."

Tony was very glad he had taken a shower last night as he changed with an impatient Nat at the door. He stepped through to have himself dragged down stairs by Natasha to an emergency meeting, everyone was suited up but him. Tony Stark stood in sweat pants and an AC/DC tee listening to the report.

"Civilians will be the top priority. Tony, I need you to get above the storm and figure out the caus. The rest of us will evacuate the main areas," Steve said eyes shifting from one avenger to another. "Are we clear?"

The team nodded and quietly moved to their positions. Tony suited up before heading out first, it really wasn't all that bad, his suit was more then enough for this stiff breeze. "All bark and no bite," he joked over the coms.

"We get it. You have good tech," Wanda spat. "Maybe if you spend the same amount of effort on these planes we wouldn't be so-"

Wanda was cut off with a snap as the plane was battered around and struck by lightning. Tony barely saw the hit but it was enough, he flew over as quick as he could as the jet fell from the sky. The armor could take it, he flew under and presses up on full thrust. He screamed as his body felt like it was compressing between his boots and the jet.

The ground was coming, the sensors screamed. He couldn't just drop them. He painted as the jet was almost complete crushing him. 'Note to self: Stronger upward structure," he thought as the metal of his gauntlets pressed into his flesh. He was almost crushed as the jet hit the ground. He ripped the door off the back and looked inside.

"To" some coughs, "Tony. Help," Clint coughs. He struggled to sit up, he was the only one conscious.

Tony stepped in and strode to Clint. He was shivering and cut from being thrown around. Lighting struck again near by and thunder rolled less then a second later. Tony checked over Clint's injuries and hugged him.

The jet wouldn't reboot and they were miles away from the compound. Communications were down. The hardest part was that Clint couldn't go outside, every time Clint stepped outside the jet the winds were too strong and it was far to cold. It was far easier to stay inside and snuggle up with Tony, who seemed to carry warmth with him, and heal there.