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starklegacy for au time hopping shenanigans ~~because of course she would. and of course i would.~~

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[ Tony reaches up, fingers circling Steve's wrist and he let's out a rush of air, one that his lungs have difficulty replenishing. Still the relief is enough to dull the white hot pain shooting through him for a moment. Tony speaks and Steve is so focused on his voice that he almost doesn't actually understand what he's saying.

He doesn't answer immediately because he feels like he may be dying, but if it's this bad for him, he can only imagine how bad it is for Tony. He can feel his fingers shaking as he holds onto him and Steve forces himself to try to breathe. ]

You either.

[ He takes a second to prepare himself and then he moves, shifting over onto his side with an undignified moan of pain. He shifts closer to Tony, startlingly pale against the charred armor of his suit. He can smell burnt flesh, though he doesn't know if it's his or Tony's. It doesn't really matter.

Tony's eyes are wide, pupils blown. It's clear enough that shock is settling in.]

Tony, stay with me. You did it. You ended it.

[ Unconsciously, Tony tries to use his other arm to help Steve move when he hears the way he moans in pain, but nothing happens. His arm doesn't move and, when he tries again, a blinding wave of pain takes over him when his fingers twitch within the gauntlet. Or, he thinks they twitch. It's hard to tell when the pain is strong enough that it leaves him breathless for a moment.

Steve's voice pulls him from his thoughts before he can get too lost in them, though, and he manages a small nod as he attempts to swallow despite how it feels like there's gravel in his throat. ]

We did it. [ He may be the one wearing the gauntlet, but he still remembers the way their bodies felt like they were glued together during the snap. The blast had gotten both of them, and if he's in this much pain, he can't even imagine how it would have been if Tony would have absorbed the entire thing. He still hates that Steve is hurt, and the way his brow furrows at Steve says as much, but he holds onto him a little tighter still. ]

Together, right?

[ Steve nods, the movement slow and sluggish. ]

Together.

[ He sways, catching himself against an outcropping of rock beside him, with his shoulder, refusing to get go of Tony's hand. His breathing is shallow, as he grits his teeth and pushes himself back up so that he can get a good look at Tony's injuries. His arm is a blackened mess of metal gauntlet and flesh. Steve swallows down the thickness in his throat and meet's Tony's eyes.]

Tony, do what you do best. Keep talking to me. [ He forces a smile. ] You're going to be okay.

Should you...even be moving?

[ He knows that Steve has the serum on his side, but still. He needs to ask, especially since he himself feels so shitty. Bruce had warned them that only he could wield the gauntlet when they were trying to bring everyone back, because of the gamma radiation his own body had already gone through and how it would kill a regular person, and he's definitely feeling the effects of it now. His guess is that this isn't as bad as it could have been because Steve had shielded him from it, literally, but the entire right side of his body feels like it's on fire. He can't see it, but there's blood dripping from his right ear, and there are scorched marks that cover the side of his neck and behind his ear.

He lifts his head as much as he can, even if the motion makes him feel like the ground shifts under him and disorients him for a moment, but he just wanted to see for himself that it's done. That Thanos is gone. His goddamned army is gone. Despite the physical pain he's in, the rest of it is such a relief that it's worth it.

Now that he can see Steve better, he turns to him as if to check for himself how he's doing. He knows he has no room to talk, but he's worried about him. He can't help it. ]

Are you okay?

[ It's a good question. A reasonable one, but one that Steve doesn't have time to think about in this moment. Not when he can see Tony's injuries so clearly and knows that they're not the kind that can go untended to. He lets out a huff and would shake his head if he was positive that it wouldn't fall off. ]

Should you?

[ He understand's Tony's need to look, though. To ensure that they're really gone. The silence is almost deafening around them as the battle stops mid stride. It's too much like the first time, except this time it's not their friends and family blowing away in front of their eyes.]

Fine. [ He breathes it out, doing the best he can to assure Tony with his eyes, since moving is getting more and more painful. He can hear the sound of Rhodey's suit approaching and he lets out a small sigh. Blood trickles out of his left nostril and his eyes unfocus for a moment.]

Shit, Tony. [ Rhodey says, landing beside him, his eyes tracing the damage of the glove down Tony's arm and fear flashing across his features. He glances at Steve and does a double take.] Easy, Cap. [ He reaches out a hand to hold Steve from falling over.] FRIDAY?

Condition: Critical. Vitals are unstable. Immediate medical attention required.

Strange. [ Steve meets Rhodey's eyes. He's the only one that can get Tony somewhere safe fast enough. Rhodey nods, still not letting go of his grip on Steve's shoulder.]

Someone get Strange over here!

[ Should he? No, probably not. But since when has Tony ever listened to his body, even if it feels like it has been torn apart?

Especially since his concern for Steve is overriding his own. If Steve wasn't holding his good hand, he would probably be trying to at least sit up right about now. The last thing he wants to do is let go of him, though, even if he's hating the fact that the right side of his body doesn't seem to be responding at all. And, whatever he manages to even make move in a sort of twitch, sends a new wave of pain that threatens to knock him out.

As it is, it feels like his focus gets lost for a moment, because one second he thinks he's blinking and then suddenly there's Rhodey, and FRIDAY is speaking, and they're starting to sound like they're so far away. ]

Stark, keep your eyes open. [ Nebula's voice filters through as she arrives, somehow managing to make her voice sound firm even if he can detect the concern in it as well. He got to know it pretty damn well for 23 days, after all. Like on those days, he opens his mouth to tell her it's fine, he's fine, but it doesn't quite come out. Especially as she helps to sit him up in preparation to be moved away from there. His vision blurs, the pain making it hard to even breathe as a groan gets caught in his throat, and then there's Strange. And Peter. Their voices get distorted as it feels like everything starts to spin, and he hods onto Steve as tightly as he can.

Steve. Steve. His head lolls towards him, and he tries to focus on him, on Rhodey to ask him to make sure that Steve could get checked out - don't let him die, he wants to tell him - but before he can do so, it all goes dark.

It's hard to tell how much time passes after that. Every once in a while he can hear noises, voices, sometimes he hears screaming although he doesn't quite recognize it as his own. It's mostly distorted. Foreign. He tries to place it, tries to figure it out, but usually his thoughts slip away before he can grasp any of them and then a haze seems to take over and helps him sleep again.

Until, suddenly, it all starts filtering in again. Slowly at first, until it's almost like that blinding white light takes over and he startles awake. It hurts to breathe, even thinking feels impossible, but slowly his vision begins to focus again. There's no more smoke, no more destruction surrounding him. If anything, the room is almost too pristine, the soft sound of beeping from the monitors almost echoing in his ears. ]

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