Wishing
"He's gonna have to stay in here for a month, give or take." The doctor looked at the other avengers and pulled Clint away, lowering his voice. "Tony has more scars on his thighs, excessive amounts of pills in his stomach, and an toxic amount of alcohol in his system to add on to his new injury. If he manages to get anything else like this in his system that we don't perscribe or give to him...he will die."
Clint felt the breath get knocked out of him and he leaned back against the wall. "He promised me. He PROMISED me."
The doctor sighed. "I know Clint."
"I need to see him."
Clint didn't come out of the room for five days, he never moved from his unless it was to use the restroom. It was like he glued himself to the chair.
***
Tony felt like he was falling. He felt like was dying. Everyone was gone. Clint was gone. His hands. His eyes. His everything. Gone.
Tony screamed and tried to look and feel for anything to hold onto but he couldn't. He was falling. Forever. And he couldn't stop.
"Petty Anthony Stark, you could of been so much more."
***
Tony awoke with a gasp, the bright light burning his eyes but him refusing to close them. He slowly sat uo and looked around the room. His eyes landed on the archer who was staring at him in a bewildered shock.
"Tony?!" Clint reached and grabbed his hand. "Oh my god, holy shit. You're awake." He shifted and hugged the inventor gently. "Never do that again."
Tony let out mumbling noises, slightly pushing at Clint.
Clint nodded and pulled back looking at him. "Does your throat hurt?" His eyes were filled with concern and worry.
Tony shook his head amd tried to talk but nothing came out. That's when the two realized...the inventor, the most talkitive one, could not utter a word. In any way.
Oh...shit.