But I love you (Tony x reader) part 2
Blood. That’s all you could sense around you. All you could see, smell, feel and taste. You expected the pain to be all you could focus on but surprisingly you didn’t really feel any, which… isn’t really a good thing now you’re thinking about it. It just wouldn’t stop though, no matter how hard you pressed the blood just kept coming, you hoped Tony would arrive soon, you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for.
Tony is coming for me. I have to hold on for Tony. I have to see Tony.. one last time.
He was all you could think of and yet, the more you thought about it the more selfish you felt. He shouldn’t have to see you this way, he shouldn’t have to hold you as you die. What were you doing? Why did you call him and confess now of all times? When nothing could come of it, when you’d either get 5 minutes together or he’d get your broken body and tons of heartbreak to add onto his trauma. Sluggishly you scrambled your hand around looking for your phone, if you could call him, you could make sure they all stay away. Yea, you just needed your phone and then you could call him and convince him that your fine, not sick, not hurt and certainly not dying and he would stay at AC and you’d tell him you’ll meet him in the morning, that you’ve got some more stuff to pack and he wouldn’t see this mess and he wouldn’t get upset and even as you’re trying to think of this plan you know it isn’t going to work. He’s already left, already halfway here, he called the team for Christ sake, there’s no way he’d just turn around and go home. His stubbornness is one of the things you fell in love with after all, even if it does drive you nuts sometimes.
Finally reaching your phone you pull it close, one hand applying more pressure on your chest whilst the other clutches the phone as tight as it can. Unsure of yourself you do the only thing you can think of in that moment to save the situation.
*ring, ring* *ring, ring*
“We’re coming over end of story” comes through the phone angrily.
“don’t let Tony in” you demand in a wheeze, your breaths too short, you lungs burning. You knew you didn’t have much time before you lost consciousness so you tried to be as to the point as possible.
“What are you talking about? Tony doesn’t care if you’ve got some vomit on you крошечный. That man loves every bone in your body, I’m glad you two finally confessed. It was sickening watching yo…”
“Natasha. Don’t. Let. Him. In” you insisted, cutting her off. Your whole body shuddered, the small outburst draining you so much you slumped onto your side, unable to keep pressure on the wound or hold your phone up yourself anymore, the floor holding it for you.
“Im travelling alone. Your not sick are you” her tone was ice cold and angry. You knew how she was when she was upset, she always shut down and locked her feelings away to deal with later, you’d been trying to work with her on it but I suppose now wasn’t the time to call her out for it. I mean, it is why you called her, you knew that she’d be the only one who’d actually do what you asked.
“No” was your whispered reply.
“Report. Now” she demanded sharply.
You didn’t know how to explain everything, you weren’t even fully sure what happened yourself, it was all so quick. You don’t even know why they were here in the first place but you knew who they were and you knew what was about to happen to you soon.
“Hydra came… broke in… guns… dead… knocked out” you couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone a sentence so you did your best to get out information you thought she needed.
“Hydra broke in with guns. You’re speaking to me so I’m assuming some of them are dead and some are only knocked out correct?”
“Hm.” You confirmed “one dead. One out”
“Good job крошечный. Now what are your injuries. I’ve paged the med team. They’ll be there when we get there”
“No” it hurt you to say it, both physically and emotionally but you knew they wouldn’t be able to help you. You could feel yourself slipping, the black in your vision getting bigger. As much as you wanted to see Tony and the others before you died you knew that wouldn’t happen, they were still 15 minutes out and that’s only if they thought it was an emergency, not you just being sick.
“Excuse me? No?! What do you mean no?” The outrage and anger in her voice was obvious but you’d stand firm on this, no point wasting resources for a lost cause.
“Too… far… don’t let Tony in” you begged tiredly to your friend. She had to understand, you had to make her understand. Tony couldn’t see you like this, not after that phone call, not after that confession. He’d never forgive himself.
“крошечный. I won’t. But you aren’t allowed to give up. Hold on. I’m going as fast as I can, I’ll be there in 3 minutes. Please, just hold on” she practically begged before the line went dead. You knew she was serious and you felt bad for breaking your side of the bargain but it was getting too difficult to stay awake and you were so tired.