Can We Be Fixed? (Stony)

Chapter Seven: Make Up

A/N: Alright, here you go, two chapters in one day because I love my readers very much. I love you so much, that I give you fluff after all this angst. Ok, maybe some more angst but yes there is fluff in here. Enjoy, because you never know when I will take it all way, lol.

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He felt like his word had shattered, fragments of everything in front of his eyes spilling onto the floor in front of him. His mind was racing as fast as he was, maybe even faster. He didn't care though, because there were more important matters to attend to. He wouldn't forgive himself if the soldier was killed, because Steve had practically trusted him with his life on an impulse that he would be able to get him away from Ross. It worked for a fleeting moment, and it seemed like everything was going to be ok, but he slipped up.

He didn't get there in time, and he even managed to let just one out of the few choppers Ross had with him slither right past him, getting within killing range of the blonde. He's blaming himself and he knows he shouldn't, but it's justified that he takes responsibility for Steve's possible death.

He shakes his head and mentally slaps himself. Steve isn't dead, he couldn't possibly be dead. Sure he's not immortal, but there have been times where he was supposed to have died and he's made it out just fine. It's the hope he carries in his heart, that beats proudly in his chest, spreading that hope through his blood stream that makes him continue to chant in his head that Steve is alive.

The hope falters for a second, as he reaches the destroyed Quinjet. From what he could see, the right wing was torn off, and where the left wing was, it didn't exist anymore. Instead, there was a giant gash where the wing should be, going halfway down the middle of the Quinjet. There was smoke emanating from the sides, and parts of the tail end were destroyed and tattered.

"Please be alive." He whispered to himself. He rushed over to the left side of the jet, grabbing onto the tear and pulling it apart, making it big enough for him to fit through. The inside didn't look any better than the outside. Seats were thrown discarded, unhinged from where they were bolted down, wires hanging from the roof, crackling and sparking with electricity currents, and glass practically covered the floor. He took a gander at the cockpit, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

He could see a body laying on the floor, back turned towards him. He heard the glass shards crunch under his feet as he made his way over towards the blonde. He had hoped whatever injuries he suffered weren't too bad, and that they could be easily fixable, or the serum would be able to heal it within no time. However, the sight made him just a little nauseous.

Steve's face was tainted with blood; trickling down from his nostrils, the skin on the bridge of his nose torn and cracked, loose skin hanging off by a few inches, a deep gash on his forehead, and he could faintly see glass shards embedded in his skin. He saw the small pool of blood around his hair, staining his blonde locks the shade of crimson. He trembled as he reached out to touch the soldier, wanting to feel for any sign of life in him, but he was too shocked to will his hands steady as he just continued to look at him.

"F-Friday," he called out, voice just as shaky as his hands, "r-run diagnostics, please."

"Yes, boss." The female AI replied. He patiently waited, but to himself he didn't know whether he was waiting minutes, or hours. It all just felt too long, and he feared that if he waited any longer Steve would be dead- if he wasn't already, that is. "His heartbeat is weak. He's lost a lot of blood, and is continuing to lose more as we speak. If he doesn't get medical attention within the next few hours, he'll die."

Those words echoed around in his mind, and it absolutely petrified him. A world without Steve was a cold world for him, one he is not willing to live in. The soldier is his life, and he's not exaggerating that. Once Pepper had left his life, things never became easier for him as he didn't have anybody around to look after him, or they just didn't care. But Steve went above and beyond to care for broken genius, making him want to be a better person. He couldn't lose Steve now, not after all they've been through. Not after all the missions, not after all the stolen moments that he holds dear and so close to his heart, not after Steve had trusted him to keep him safe after betraying him. He's not willing to lose the person he loves.