Aria | OC | OTA (slash 4 smut) [8]so_far_fallenAugust 9 2012, 12:27:49 UTC
Aria looked out across the water, eyes vacant. Why should he even bother anymore?
...maybe it was just time to give up.
He gripped the railing in both hands and pulled himself up shakily. He climbed over and gripped the rail behind him, trying to gather the courage to just do it and jump.
Tony Stark | MCUstarkingenuityAugust 9 2012, 13:03:57 UTC
Flash!
He'd been ready for it. He'd counted down to it. Eyes closed, goggles on, hand in front of those. Extra protection. Tony might be a thrill seeker, but he's not an idiot.
Perhaps he should have realized, however, and factored in, his ability to be distracted at the worst possible moment.
Jarvis's message from Pepper caught him off guard and as he was about to tell the AI to have her leave a message for him, off went the experimental device and--
Shit.
His eyes had been open.
Tony stands in pure whiteness for a moments, hand on his work station, before he grumbles. The light is making him feel sick to his stomach and, on his side, he tries not to retch.
Bruce had been braced for the experiment, so when he gets the all clear, he glances around for Tony, and he scowls. Okay, maybe he shouldn't be blaming Tony, but things have been... different... and Bruce is maybe a little bit crankier. He gets to his knees beside Tony, touching his arm gently.
"Keep this up and you're going to have a Hulk of your very own," he chides, but it's a serious worry. "Are you okay?"
Tony's first instinct is to battle off those intruding hands, but he knows who they are and he knows what they want. Banner wouldn't hurt him. Well. He might. But he isn't. Of that, Tony is remarkably certain.
He ends up grabbing some part of the other man -- upper arm from the feel of it -- and shakes his head.
Bruce's touch to Tony's arm becomes less comforting and more steadying. He definitely isn't interested in hurting Tony; of the thoughts that run through his head, most of them are very seriously worried and one of them is a break-the-tension question of whether or not Tony could make himself bionic eyes. Probably not the time to ask that one.
"At all? Nothing? No... spots, or shapes, or cloudy outlines?" He's hoping maybe Tony's exaggerating here. Or maybe it's temporary, just until his eyes recover from the bright light of the device.
[One second, Raphael is standing over him, muttering about how he should've stayed in the Cage while Lucifer and Michael are free in his steed, how he was the one that ruined the entire master plan. Who challenged God's will, and inspired Castiel to rebel against him. And now he'll pay.]
[The next, despite struggling to get free, the archangel places his palm on Sam's forehead...and all he feels is burning, relentless pain. He's not sure if he screams, the pain drowns everything else out, until finally he's given the mercy of unconsciousness.]
[Except when he regains it...there's nothing. Pitch blackness. He tries to open his eyes, but - Christ, he doesn't have any fucking eyelids. There's nothing there, just empty sockets, and no, God no -] Dean? Dean! Cas, Bobby - p-please.
[Speeds up down the hallways towards the voice. bloody hell she never should have agreed to be involved in this. she finds him curled up in a ball on the floor]
Sam! [There's a scream of power and then silence as Bobby drags his hand away from the bloody sigil on the wall. Damned angel had thrown him too far, too hard to stop him from hurting Sam. Cas was.. gone. Somewhere. Dazed and aching, he forces old bones into action, scrambling to his side.
[And it's a very good thing the archangel is gone or Bobby would have shot him on principle. Sam. Sweet fucking christ, his eyes.] I'm right here, kid. I've got you.
[Sam turns his head towards the familiar voice, trying to feel his way towards it, but he's too weak to even crawl. He's shaking, hard, and he feels like his heart is going to burst from how fast it's beating, and fuck, he can't breathe. He tries to talk, but he can't, he can't, he doesn't have any eyes. He lets out a low whimper, not knowing what to do.]
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...maybe it was just time to give up.
He gripped the railing in both hands and pulled himself up shakily. He climbed over and gripped the rail behind him, trying to gather the courage to just do it and jump.
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He'd been ready for it. He'd counted down to it. Eyes closed, goggles on, hand in front of those. Extra protection. Tony might be a thrill seeker, but he's not an idiot.
Perhaps he should have realized, however, and factored in, his ability to be distracted at the worst possible moment.
Jarvis's message from Pepper caught him off guard and as he was about to tell the AI to have her leave a message for him, off went the experimental device and--
Shit.
His eyes had been open.
Tony stands in pure whiteness for a moments, hand on his work station, before he grumbles. The light is making him feel sick to his stomach and, on his side, he tries not to retch.
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Bruce had been braced for the experiment, so when he gets the all clear, he glances around for Tony, and he scowls. Okay, maybe he shouldn't be blaming Tony, but things have been... different... and Bruce is maybe a little bit crankier. He gets to his knees beside Tony, touching his arm gently.
"Keep this up and you're going to have a Hulk of your very own," he chides, but it's a serious worry. "Are you okay?"
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He ends up grabbing some part of the other man -- upper arm from the feel of it -- and shakes his head.
"Can't see."
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Bruce's touch to Tony's arm becomes less comforting and more steadying. He definitely isn't interested in hurting Tony; of the thoughts that run through his head, most of them are very seriously worried and one of them is a break-the-tension question of whether or not Tony could make himself bionic eyes. Probably not the time to ask that one.
"At all? Nothing? No... spots, or shapes, or cloudy outlines?" He's hoping maybe Tony's exaggerating here. Or maybe it's temporary, just until his eyes recover from the bright light of the device.
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[The next, despite struggling to get free, the archangel places his palm on Sam's forehead...and all he feels is burning, relentless pain. He's not sure if he screams, the pain drowns everything else out, until finally he's given the mercy of unconsciousness.]
[Except when he regains it...there's nothing. Pitch blackness. He tries to open his eyes, but - Christ, he doesn't have any fucking eyelids. There's nothing there, just empty sockets, and no, God no -] Dean? Dean! Cas, Bobby - p-please.
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[Speeds up down the hallways towards the voice. bloody hell she never should have agreed to be involved in this. she finds him curled up in a ball on the floor]
...Sam?
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[And it's a very good thing the archangel is gone or Bobby would have shot him on principle. Sam. Sweet fucking christ, his eyes.] I'm right here, kid. I've got you.
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