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Great. Just great.
What do you think? Would it be hard to breathe, when you're wrapped under a metal skin, which is by the way crushing three of your ribs, while the whole suit is powerless because of that freaking EMP bomb? Well, what about adding a fucking massive panic attack, thanks to the claustrophobically cramped space in the suit AND a fair dozen of Doom bots looming closer to you, as you can hear? Tony curses under his breath while struggling to get one. It's really fucking hard and painful to draw air into his lungs, but if he stops, he'll probably die. Not that he would've survived the Doom bots either, whenever they'd have managed to find him from under the collapsed walls, but whatever.
Sharp pain in his left wrist.
Fucking Jesus Christ, the amount of great is just growing like non-stop. He discovered a new broken bone, and that'll surely help him to calm the fuck down and have some fucking oxygen. Fuck. Fucking Steve, where is everyone? Oh God, he can't breathe. Tony feels his consciousness sway, but forces himself to stay awake. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Tony hears someone's footsteps near the pile of wreck above him. Some weight is lifted from atop of him, but still he can't move. The suit is too heavy and his limbs are too weak. And there is still a generous amount of concrete and metal above him. He'll most likely just die on this very spot. Fuck.
He feels someone tugging his arm. He groans but let's himself be dragged away from the pile. It's not like he could've offered much of a resistance anyway. So tired.
"Tony! Tony, come on!" Steve calls him. Tony feels him fumbling with the suit's manual release switches. Steve's always so bad at this. Luckily, soon after Clint comes to help, and Tony is stripped from his armor, blacking out now and then.
"Well 'ello, Cap, Katniss" he groggily slurs when the face plate is removed.
"Shut up." Well, rude. "Can you move your toes?" Clint asks. Tony ponders with that for a while.
"Yea." he finally croaks. Steve lets out a breath. Clint is murmuring something into his comm.
"Where does it hurt?" Steve inquires whilst hoisting Tony into his arms. His brow is furrowed and he looks concerned.
Tony answers with a small cry when Steve brushes at his side. "There." After one worried look, Steve stands up with Tony in his arms, and Tony falls into unconsciousness.