The kiss was comforting. It didn't mean that everything would be better. It didn't even mean that they'd even make it out of this room alive. But at least they were together. It was almost funny that Tony was now thinking that. He never thought he'd be relieved to see Barnes, yet here they were.
Now if he could get through this, he could finally tell him.
He was used to pain. He was used to needles and control nodes inserted into his body. He was used to the occasional burn and scrape of the hammer. He was even used to getting thrown across a room by a Norse God. But this? This pain? No, he'd only experienced something like this once before in his life. This wasn't the same as the doctors cracking his sternum or the initial surgery, but it still hurt. He could feel each stitch, each stab of the needle press through his flesh.
But he waited patiently. It was all he could do. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his eyes screwed shut. The drugs more or less kept his breathing even, even when he was lifted so that Bucky could bandage him up.
In the distance there was the faint sound of steps. Reinforcements had arrived and Bucky was already lifting him up and into his arms. Tony was limp. Useless. He wanted to do more to help but all he could do was close his eyes and listen to his bond's words. He could feel something sticky against his side. Blood? He wasn't injured on his side. At least he didn't thi-
No.
Tony tried moving again. His bond needed help. He needed to get patched up. He needed something. He put all of his effort into moving, yet the only thing he could twitch again, was his left hand.
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Date: 2016-10-05 01:28 am (UTC)Now if he could get through this, he could finally tell him.
He was used to pain. He was used to needles and control nodes inserted into his body. He was used to the occasional burn and scrape of the hammer. He was even used to getting thrown across a room by a Norse God. But this? This pain? No, he'd only experienced something like this once before in his life. This wasn't the same as the doctors cracking his sternum or the initial surgery, but it still hurt. He could feel each stitch, each stab of the needle press through his flesh.
But he waited patiently. It was all he could do. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his eyes screwed shut. The drugs more or less kept his breathing even, even when he was lifted so that Bucky could bandage him up.
In the distance there was the faint sound of steps. Reinforcements had arrived and Bucky was already lifting him up and into his arms. Tony was limp. Useless. He wanted to do more to help but all he could do was close his eyes and listen to his bond's words. He could feel something sticky against his side. Blood? He wasn't injured on his side. At least he didn't thi-
No.
Tony tried moving again. His bond needed help. He needed to get patched up. He needed something. He put all of his effort into moving, yet the only thing he could twitch again, was his left hand.