A child could probably hold Tony down right now, as uncoordinated as he is, and when she presses down against his chest, he goes down and stays down. The bewildered panic doesn’t abate though, and he turns his head, trying to will his eyesight to come into focus while he tries to find Steve. He’s already lost Bruce. He can’t lose Steve too.
When he hears his voice, he relaxes, the tension going out of him in a rush. Not dead. “You’re not dead.”
That’s the important thing. More important than the fact that he’s opening his shirt and baring the arc reactor to…to… - his mind’s searching for her name when Steve says it - Anna. Until he realizes that Steve said hurt at the same time he’s opening his shirt and that, coupled with the pain he feels, might mean something very bad. “Is it damaged?” That’s clearer, not as slurred, as that robotic warning comes back to him. “Be careful. It’s dangerous now. Unstable.”
There are cuts and scrapes along his side, a bit of bruising, but nothing to indicate a broken bone and nothing that truly needs stitches. Some antiseptic and bandaging and he should, eventually, be good as new.
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When he hears his voice, he relaxes, the tension going out of him in a rush. Not dead. “You’re not dead.”
That’s the important thing. More important than the fact that he’s opening his shirt and baring the arc reactor to…to… - his mind’s searching for her name when Steve says it - Anna. Until he realizes that Steve said hurt at the same time he’s opening his shirt and that, coupled with the pain he feels, might mean something very bad. “Is it damaged?” That’s clearer, not as slurred, as that robotic warning comes back to him. “Be careful. It’s dangerous now. Unstable.”
There are cuts and scrapes along his side, a bit of bruising, but nothing to indicate a broken bone and nothing that truly needs stitches. Some antiseptic and bandaging and he should, eventually, be good as new.