Winter had plunged its long fangs deep into the slumbering landscape, stripping the trees down to the bare bark, blanketing the hillside in a thick layer of snow. The icy wind was whipping the earth like a farmer driving a poor exhausted bull in the last hour of sunlight.

Tony watched detachedly as his warm breath swirled and dissolved in the stinging cold of the mountain air. He was getting weaker. It would be days before anyone could reach him in this desolate place, even longer if the weather conditions developed into a blizzard.

He limped through the thick snow that stained with his blood with every step he gave. His body felt heavy, his suit long gone shattered in pieces. Short breaths gave most of the blood following them. 

Each step he took the more blood came out along with his strength. The snow was falling a lot harder down making it harder to get through the snow as it grew thicker. Tony gripped his stomach harder and pushed further, he hates winter.

He heard faint yelling he cursed and pushed harder through the snow as it grew heavier with each step. 

"THE BLOOD IS LEADING THIS WAY!" 

Tony eyes widened and looked behind and saw the blood trail he let out a shaky breath and heard them getting closer. He moved behind a tree and slid down it heavily and shut his eyes.

"He should be around here…"

"But the trail stops here"

"Dammit!" Tony flinched at the harsh voice and listened to their footsteps go away, the snow crunching under their steps. 

"Boo~" 

Tony's eyes widened along with a gunshot. 

Authors note

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I know it's short and not really stony so maybe I might do a part 2 of leaving it here so I hope you enjoy it. I really don't know what to say...ahah….anyways…

Peace~