The Story Book

Cont... "We've been cleared to start our approach. Medical will be waiting on the ground." Max said as they traded the black waters of the Atlantic for the dense foliage of upstate New York. Avery moaned as Sam tightened the makeshift sling that held her arm against her chest to try and help from hurting herself more. "Almost all of us are injured. How are we going to get Steve out? He's not exactly light." Bucky asked, trying to distract himself from the pain in his leg that was greater than he'd like to admit. It was quite lucky Steve was unconscious so as to not try and defend himself.  "I don't know, we'll figure something out," Sam said, leaning back the adrenaline wearing off and the aches and pains coming in full force. "My wings. Get me my wings." Avery said sitting up. Sam gave her a dubious look but handed her a set. Shifting so she was facing away from the others Avery activated the wings. They shot out

Cont... Avery held the phone next to Steve's mouth and motioned for him to breathe deeply. She had no doubt that Stark was tracing the call. She was fairly certain he would give them the medical attention they needed whether he would arrest them was another matter entirely. "Steve? You sound awful." Tony's voice came through on speaker. Sam and Bucky were both on edge, either this would work or they would get blasted out of the sky. "I kinda- have- internal bleeding-" Steve wheezed eyes closed using all his energy to get clear sentences out. "Internal bleeding? What did you do?" Tony asked, sounding both shocked and scolding almost like a parent to a young child. "Long- story-" Steve was getting quieter now. "Need- clearance-" "For what?" Tony asked before Steve could answer Tony spoke again, "You do realize that if the airspace radar catches you you'll become smithereens above the harbor?"

Cont... It was late, he really shouldn't be up let alone at the compound. Pepper would kill him if she wasn't in Asia at the moment. Tony stared bleary eyes at the designs in front of him trying to force himself to focus. Coffee. He needed coffee. Shuffling up to the kitchen he almost expected with his half-dead brain for Clint or Sam to shake their head and tell him he looked like death as he poured himself a cup of coffee.  It had been three years and yet he still expected it now and then when he was exceptionally tired. Shaking his thoughts away he grabbed a mug. That bridge had burned and there was no fixing it. Accountability and transparency were good and necessary things. But that rebellious part of him still wanted the old ways, the ways that got people killed. The coffee helped a little so he didn't feel like one of the walking dead. He really needed to sleep. Tony slumped into a chair as he sipped his coffee. Peter had come by yesterday and talked

Cont... Flying west they found the jet that was now in the air with relative ease. The back hatch opened for them and they dropped in before sealing the dissipating elements out. "Base is gone," Sam said, peeling off his poncho and mask.  "Good. So where are we headed? He needs medical attention, fast." Bucky asked, rising upon their entry. It was then they noticed Steve. The drug had worn off and there was more than just a broken rib going on. Bucky had covered him with a blanket but that was all he could do. He had his own broken leg to deal with. "Med kit." Sam orders tossing his jacket and wings to the side. Avery had it instantly. Sam pulled the blanket off and cut away Steve's shirt to reveal horrid bruising all down his torso, "He has at least two broken ribs, internal bleeding. We need a medical facility, now. There's only so much I can do." Avery handed Sam what he needed, "Our bases are hours from here with