The Atomic Stark

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Tony's pov
Loki used his powers to put her to sleep and she lost control over my suit. The suit opened up and I bolted out of it towards Ara as she fell to the ground.

I catch her while shes still conscience. She looks up at me, her eyes unfocused and says "Dad?" Then her eyes rolled up into her head and she went unconscious.

I held her light body up and went back into my suit. I turned to the others and said "What're you waiting for? An invitation? Let's move it folks."

And we fought our way out and went back to the tower as fast as we could.

=_= time skip to after they've got to the tower and they've looked to see what all her injuries are.

"Shes got broken ribs. A collapsed lung. Lots of bruises and cuts, Tony." Bruce told me, listing her injuries.

I sigh and look over at her pale face. She had an IV in her hand and lots of other medical stuff that I dont know what're for. Her hair had been moved out of the way of her eye so I could see the numbers traced above her eyebrow.

It hurt me to see my child like this. I hadn't known her that long, but she was sarcastic, strong, smart, and overall a great kid. All of the Avengers loved her(not in a creepy way). She had even managed to change Reindeer games heart for the better.

So I planned on sitting with her till she woke up or- nope i can't think that way shes gonna make it- i would sit with her till she woke up, that was that. So that what I did.

Peppers pov
As soon as I had been told what had happened I rushed to the Med bay. I had been told her injuries just like Tony. I had remained calm unlike Tony. He had put it upon himself not to leave her side(except for the bathroom once a day) so I brought him food and water to eat and sat with him to make sure he ate.

It had been 6 days since they had brought her back in and she still hadn't woke up yet. Tony wouldn't leave long enough to take a shower and, let me tell you, he was fragrant. So I was trying to convince him to take a shower while i stayed with Ara when she woke up.

Aras pov
'Oh, I'm awake now. That's nice. Why do my ribs hurt? Oh ya, that βλάκας(idiot) soldier who beat the crap out of me. Hey, I can remember that. That's good. Why is that good? Oh ya, because I had my brain whipped in the chair. Oh gods, I had my brain whipped in the chair. That means they woke up her. Gods I hope I didnt hurt anyone. Wait what that disgusting smell?'

I scrunched up my nose and slowly opened my eyes. I was in a bright room. But it didn't seem like Hydra. It looked to clean to be them. So I turned my head and saw Tony and Pepper arguing.

"Tony really you have to take a shower." Pepper commanded him.

"Yes, yes, you do Da-Tony." I said with a scratchy voice, stopping myself from calling him Dad.

"Ara." They both said at the same time turning towards me.

"In zee flesh." I said with a smirk.

I looked at both of them. Pepper looked clean yet tired. But not as tired looking as Tony. He had really dark circles under his eyes, his hair wild and dirty looking.

"How long have I been out?" I asked while slowly sitting up.

"6 days." Tony answered me while signaling Pepper to go and get Bruce.

"Come on, the great Tony Stark looks so crappy after 6 days of no sleep. I would've thought you'd gone with less." I remark with fake disbelief.

"Fine, I'll go shower," He mumbles under his breath "But I wanna know what happened later." He finishes pointing at me.

I shouldn't have talked as much as I did. Now my chest hurts worse. Ehh I've dealt with worse. As Tony walks away Bruce walks in with Pepper following behind.

"I'm sorry Ara, I have to go." Pepper says to me.

"Its fine. I'll live." I reply back.

"So does anything hurt?" Bruce asks me.

"Nope, not really," I lie not wanting to be stuck here forever "just a bit sore."

"Ok, I can give you some medicine to help with that. And then you're free to go back to your room."

"Cool, cool." I reply.

Bruce gives me water and a pill and takes out the IV and other medical crap. He gives me some of my clothes and walks out letting me get changed. Once I'm changed he slowly leads me back to my room and leaves me be.

'I should probably text my friends. They might be worried, or not you never know.' I thought to myself.

I grab my phone from its charger to see I have exactly 137 unread messages. Smiling I open the group chat.