I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter Eleven: The Rescue

His footsteps felt heavy, his heartbeat was loud in his ear, his eyelids closing slowly, his breathing shallow. Why was he feeling like this? Why was his body reacting like this? His head turned slowly to look at his surroundings, everything seemed so far away, out of reach. He blinked a few times, stumbling over his own feet, causing him to lean against a wall to steady himself. He pushed himself off the wall, body swaying, sweat cascading down the side of his face, his hands touched the cold metal of the door that led him into the medical room. Gasps were heard, but black spots started dancing around his vision as someone rushed over to him.

"Tony! What's wrong?" Someone asked him, holding onto his weak body. He tried to speak, but words weren't coming out, his tongue felt swollen, his throat dry, a tight feeling in the middle as if it was closing. His pants of breath were ragged, his eyelids getting heavier until he found his eyes finally closing shut, darkness taking away the little light he could see.

When he woke up he first noticed the blinding white light above him, causing him to squint. He closed his eyes and reopened them, his eyes adjusting to the light and noticed people surrounding him. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" He joked.

"You passed out genius, do you not remember anything?" Natasha asked. He groaned and sat up, a cup of water being presented to him by Bruce. He smiled at the good doctor and brought the cup to his lips, savoring the feel of the crystal clear cold liquid splashing against the inside of his mouth, a content sigh escaping his lips after he swallowed.

"Thanks, Bruce. And to answer your question, it was kinda hard to tell what was happening past the panic attack I was having. So, no, I don't remember anything." He paused, looking off to the side. "Scratch that, I remember everything before the severe panic attack."

"Alright, so fill us in and then we'll fill you in on what you missed in the past two hours." Clint spoke, sitting next to him, getting comfortable.

"When I went into the security room I had JARVIS record the footage to confirm Nat's suspicion, turns out she was right." He paused to grab his phone, holding the edge of the device with his thumb and pointer, tapping the space in front of him as four holograms of footage appeared. "The first one shows Fury making the assignment a few minutes prior to telling you about it, then he went to his office where he gave you the mission directly, but check this out," he stopped to point at the third screen, "this baby right here, shows the exact time as the second one next to it, and it's the real Fury asking where you guys went. The fourth one happens a few minutes after that one where the fake Fury comes to try and kill me."

"What did that thing want with you anyways?" Bruce asked.

"It confirmed what Clint said; that they turn into the people we care about the most to break us, to get in our head, to fuck us up so they can take our asses out. On top of that, it told me some info about Steve." He spoke calmly.

"What did it say? Did it tell you where he was?" Natasha asked. Tony shook his head, scrubbing his hand up and down his face.

"No, it just said that... Nat those bastards disguised themselves as me and Cap probably thinks it's really me hurting him." He felt Clint's arm wrap around him, pulling him into a hug. He rested his head against the other males shoulder before speaking again. "They said they like to let their victims suffer, it's how they operate. Said they're trying to take out potential threats to their plans, they're trying to reduce Steve to nothing. God dammit," he bit his lips, unshed tears threatening to spill, "they're fucking trying to kill Steve and those twisted fuckers are impersonating me and he thinks I'm the one killing him."

"Hey," Clint spoke softly, rubbing Tony's shoulder comfortingly, "we're gonna find him and we're gonna get him back, ok? Those fuckers will get what's coming to them, and you know Steve is too stubborn to die. He's probably fighting as hard as he can to see you, the real you."