Avengers Imagines

Memories Bleed

Tony ran as fast as he could, trying to get back to the facility. In all fairness, he had never effectively run whilst in the Iron Man armour. That would automatically make his first option flight.

All the same, he could not fly now. It would make your injuries worse. He glanced at your form lying unconscious in his arms. Your wrist was almost certainly broken, both knees scraped and blood seeped out at an alarming rate from your right temple. Wasn't one supposed to elevate the wound in order for it to stop bleeding anyway?

Regardless, it no longer mattered. Overhead, the Avengers logo glinted in the sun as Tony rushed into the building. With exactly one person in mind, he knew where to go.

"Bruce!" The laboratory exploded in sound as Tony barreled in, knocking over some of the doctor's equipment in the process. Bruce had so many questions, if he were to sit down and deliberate over which ones mattered to him more, they would be there all day. So he decided on the most politically correct one. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the rest of the team? Search and rescue at the collapse site?"

"I searched. You rescue. We have got to take her into the infirmary." Tony thrust his arms forward, hoping a good look at you would convey the urgency of the situation. Bruce's eyes grew wide as soon as he saw you, more clearly now. "Tony, who is that? And why can't she be taken to the hospital like, you know, normal people?"

"She's a, uh," Tony realised there were no words. He knew who you used to be - his everything - but at present, it was anybody's guess, "an...what are you, a cop? Now come on, get to it! We'll hook her up with the enhanced stuff we use for the team. That should heal her up all nice and quick."

In all the years Bruce had known him, he had never seen Tony like this. If he did not know any better, he would have thought all this fretting was for Pepper. After getting you sorted, he quickly started an IV. "Doesn't look like she lost a lot of blood. Still, it would not hurt to know her blood type."

"(Y/B/T)!" Tony answered way too fast and way too loud. It was enough to physically startle Bruce. "Okay...but like I said, it likely won't come to transfusions. It's okay, you can sit down or something, all I gotta do is dress her wounds. And yeah, that wrist is definitely going in a cast."
{Y/B/T --> Your Blood Type}

Tony collapsed right where he was, it was pure luck that there happened to be a chair behind him. His face was blanched of all colour and the lines of worry seemed like they had come to stay. Bruce tried to ease his friend's state of mind. "She is going to be alright, Tony."

Tony nodded vaguely; registering his words? Not registering them? It was no one's place to say. Tearfully, he stared at your eyes - eyes that had seemed to contain the entire universe - they had lost all lusture, at your slightly parted lips that could easily put a thousand roses to shame, at your radiant face that could have lit up the entirety of New York City.

Where had it all gone wrong? Tony rubbed his hands over his face. The both of you had been young and stupid. Certainly stupid enough to screw up the best thing that happened to either of you. It had been at least a decade, if not more, since he had last seen you, let alone spoken to you.

Irrespective of the fact, you still had the same effect on him - his palms were sweaty, face hot and butterflies roared in his stomach. Whether or not he was doing it to you in return, there was no way to know.

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When you awoke, without any sense of time or space whatsoever, your immediate instinct was to sit up. Only, you could not find the strength to do it. So much as turning your head dragged out groan from the depths of your gut.