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The murmur of voices reached him first.
Natasha’s laughter, rough and husky, Clint’s and Coulson’s voices rising in falling in soft cadence with each other, the humming that he knew was Bruce’s, the tune familiar enough from their time in the lab, and Thor’s low and regal tones. Steve had no voice, just the rolling, reassuring sound of his breathing, just a shade or two under a snore, against Tony’s shoulder.
The warmth of Steve’s body, curled against his, was the second thing he recognized. For a long moment, he just savored the heavy, solid body against his, the faint tickle of hair against the underside of his jaw, the weight of Steve’s hand across his chest, resting by habit over the arc reactor.
The smell of coffee came sneaking in next, and his stomach growled.
“It lives,” Clint said, and Tony opened his eyes, blinking hard at the light.
Natasha stopped answering the comm and Tony stopped breathing.
“Widow, let me hear your voice,” he gritted out, cutting hard through the corridors. “Jarvis, tell me you’ve got a lock on her.” The ‘please oh God please’ wasn’t said, but Jarvis heard it anyway.
“Her last location was two decks below your current location,” Jarvis said.
Tony’s eyes flicked to the HUD, trying to get his vision to focus. “Got it. Heading down.” There was a crackling response over the comm system, but it wasn’t Natasaha, he could tell just by the few sounds that he could make out. “Is the Coast Guard receiving us?” he asked Jarvis.
“Unlikely, sir, I am attempting to compensate for the situation, but the damage appears to be on their end. At this point, any high level message should be routed through SHIELD and then back down to-”
“Yes, I got it, really.” Tony blew out an access door with a single sharp blast and hit the stairwell, skidding against the wall and nearly clipping the stairs. The smoke was so bad that he had to switch to the night vision version of his HUD. “Where the fuck is she?”
“She had reached the control room at her last communication.” Jarvis lit the path and Tony muscled open the door and shot down the hallway. “Widow?” he yelled. “Natasha! You are taking your attempts to save this ship way, way too far.”
Phil Coulson got shot.
No one was particularly happy about this, but the consensus in the SHIELD ranks was, A. It happens, B. Phil was more worried about his suit than his shoulder, so it wasn’t that serious, and C. Thank fucking God Barton wasn’t there.
Phil, for his part, was more pissed than anything else.
“Only you,” Tony gritted out, wrestling the handler onto his back, pushing him down as junior agents came swarming out from where ever the hell Coulson put junior agents when they were in danger of getting shot. Phil preferred not having junior agents get shot, it was hard on his nerves and the paperwork, he’d made clear to the entire team, was just not worth the trouble.
So the junior agents stayed where Phil put them, until Phil hit the ground, a splatter of red splashing across the pavement.
It only added insult to injury that he’d been shot in the back.
It wasn’t unusual (much to Coulson’s dismay) for Clint Barton to be shot. It was also not unusual for him to be shot in a way that caused him to plummet from a high perch. Luckily for the whole team, it also wasn’t uncommon for Hulk to play ‘catch the archer.’
The big green guy seemed pleased with his perfect track record of keeping his teammates from becoming a red splatter on the sidewalk. At times, especially with Tony or Steve, he was downright smug about it.
Clint getting shot with some sort of expanding high density and extremely sticky polymer, that was a little more unusual. And for the Hulk to get stuck to him and then prove unable to get free, that was enough to cause a complete shut down of SHIELD operations on the street level.
When he panicked and went crashing through, well, everything, and ended up with most of it stuck to the two of them, that’s when Tony had Jarvis check to make sure he hadn’t started hallucinating. It had been up to Natasha to plant a fist in Chemistro’s face. The boot to his balls hadn’t been strictly necessary, but the last person who’d tried to write Natasha up for ‘excessive force’ had been fully and carefully educated in just what that phrase meant in her world.
As it turns out, getting kicked in the balls did not count. Not by a fucking longshot.
If anyone had to be turned into a frog, it was probably for the best that it was Thor. He was used to it.
And there was another sentence that Tony Stark had never imagined he’s ever have to THINK, let alone follow through on. “You okay, buddy?” he asked as SHIELD medical ran in circles behind them, and he wanted to tell them that visual panic did not inspire confidence.
Thor nodded sagely. “The spell will wear off in time,” he said, on a faint sigh. “It is one of Loki’s favorites, but he has never managed to perfect it.”
Tony wondered if this was one of those sibling things where Loki wanted to punish Thor, but not really do him any lasting damage, but he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t have any siblings, and he’d say the closest thing he had to one was Pepper, but that would be a little creepy. Because, you know, the sex.
What no one had expected was that Steve Rogers would be the first to knocked out of commission.
“I’m fine,” Steve said, and it would’ve been much more reassuring if he wasn’t in the act of falling on his face when he said it. Thor caught him without difficulty and wrestled him back into the bed at SHIELD medical. “Guys, it’s fine, I’m just a little-”
He rolled towards the other side of the bed, away from Thor, and went out of the bed headfirst. Clint, Tony and Bruce grabbed for him, and with Thor grabbing the back of Steve’s shirt, they managed to get him back into bed. “Jesus,” Clint managed, breathing hard, “you are a pain in the ASS, Rogers, just stay still!”
“We need to-” Steve said and Tony threw his hands in the air.
“Stay still,” he snapped. “Steve, you can barely sit up, and you damn well sure can’t stand up.” He leaned over the bed, snagging Steve’s uniform shirt and wrestling him back down. “And it’s really disconcerting to see you staggering around like a drunk with a broken ankle.”