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Tony coughed and wheezed as he woke up. His throat felt like it was coated in battery acid and he needed water. God, he really needed water. The last thing he remembered was his sweaty and grimy hair plastered to his forehead as the bag was removed from his head. A red light, a recording camera, yelling in some language. His head was pounding and the world around him span as he blinked rapidly. The light above him only just started to come into focus when he noticed a feeling in the pit of his stomach.
His hand started clumsily exploring his chest. Something was on his chest. Something was on his chest. Something was pressing down on his chest. He needed to get it off. In the back of his mind, he registered the sound of someone else in the room. They were tinkering around with equipment on a table somewhere. His hand found the thing on his chest and his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t moving. It was stuck on- no.... in him. Something was in him oh god.
He made a whimpering noise and looked down at his shirt. Panicked, Tony started ripping off the buttons as fast as he could. It was not fast. He was still incredibly tired and weak. Instead he started undoing his shirt, and his fingers slipped multiple times. He only saw a peek at the thing lodged in him when the person in the room spoke to him. He was suddenly at the side of his bed.
“Let me help with that.” The man said. He sounded... sad. An emotion Tony couldn’t place. Depressed? Regretful? Sorry? Large hands guided his out of the way and to the side, working on the buttons of Tony’s shirt. His eyes widened and he let out a cry of shock and distress. Tony started fumbling with words, profanities and whimpers tumbling from his mouth.
The man’s hands fell away and Tony didn’t notice. If he looked up, he would have seen the worried face of Doctor Bruce Banner.