Tony stark was notorious for skipping medical after battles.

Usually it wasn't a big deal, as the armor took the brunt of most beatings.

But this battle had been rough, to say the least. An emp had knocked out the suits power long enough for him to hit the ground. Hard.

With the boots thrusters disabled, and the missile tracking system knocked out he didn't have much of a choice as to what he could do. So he ordered Jarvis to eject the armor. It took a few minutes for Jarvis to understand as the emp had destroyed many of the functions within the suit. But eventually it opened and Tony crawled out.

His knees catching on the pieces of debris all around. He pushed himself to unsteady feet and used his watch to call another suit. He figured he'd rather walk to meet the suit instead of waiting in one place where the doom bots would most likely find him. There was no way they didn't notice the suit going down, that's what the emp was for.

He limped through the street, sticking to the sides covered by canopies. The comms reconnected with a loud crackle and he was met with Caps yelling.

"Is everyone ok! I repeat is everyone ok?"

"I'm good cap, Clint's here with me his comms are damaged so he can't respond but he's good" Natasha responded, calmer than Steve had sounded.

"Ok good, Bruce you still ok?"

"Yeah I'm good Steve" came the scientists reply.

"I am also well Captain" Thor responded, slightly louder than necessary.

"Good, good"

"Tony are you ok? I saw the suit go down" Natasha asked.

"I'm fine" he responded, his legs were really starting to ache. He didn't want to think about how it would feel when the adrenaline ran out.

"Ok, let's take this guy down and get back"

"Actually I was planning on taking a stroll" Clint shouted near Nats ear. Tony heard her slap him.

The battle passed somewhat smoothly after that. All the boys were disabled and currently were being handled by the Stark cleanup crew.

Tony, who had gotten in the new suit a few seconds after Nat slapped Clint, was landing on his balcony. Allowing the arms to remove the armor. When it was fully removed he stumbled forwards and ended up on his hands and knees.

"Sir, Captain Rogers wished to inform you that the P.M.R.M. (post mission recap meeting) was pushed until tomorrow"

"Oh thank gods" he sighed, pushing himself up and taking a breath. When he was sure he wasn't going to fall over again he headed towards his floors kitchen to grab ice packs. The adrenaline was staring to dissipate and he could feel that there was definitely something wrong with his legs.

He managed to get into the kitchen before the world swayed dangerously. He felt his body drift and he went down for the second time that day. This time catching his head on the marble countertop of the kitchen island. Not hard enough for him to black out, but hard enough for his vision to blur.

He was slouched against the cabinets as he tried to regain some form of clarity. But the room was tilting, his head was splitting and his legs felt as though they had burnt off.

~

"I'm fine honestly, it's just a few bruises" Clint whined.

"Still, let me put the bruise cream on" Bruce pushed.

The team, minus Tony, was in the towers Medical wing. The staff was dismissed within ten minutes of their arrival as the team felt more comfortable with Bruce helping them.

Thor, Nat and Steve had escaped relatively unscathed but Clint was covered in bruises of different severity.

"Ugh fine ok" Clint finally relaxed against the chair he was sitting in and allowed Bruce to apply the ointment to the worst bruises.

"You're ok too right Bruce?" Steve asked, from where he was standing with his him against a desk.

"Yeah I'm fine, besides the emp there was nothing unexpected about this one. The big guy agreed to stay back" he screwed the cap back on the tube.

"I agree, it was rather simple this time" Thor said, he had long since been taught to lower his voice indoors. Which had really been a plus for all of them. Especially when he stopped yelling during the P.M.R.M.'s.

"I'm hungry" Clint decided hopping off the chair with a wince.

"Take it easy Clint, and I am too. Take out?" Bruce shook his head.

"Does anyone actually feel like cooking?" Natasha asked skeptically.

"Definitely not" Clint said, and turned to head out to the common floor.

The others followed discussing what they should order. By the time they reached the room they settled on Indian food and settled down for a movie while they waited for it.

~

Tony shook slightly with every cold breeze that fluttered through the door of the balcony.

His eyes were half lidded as he fought to keep them open, but the cold was settled in his bones. And more urgently in his arc, the rapidly cooling metal was drawing energy from him. He was held up by the cabinets alone. He thought vaguely, if the cabinets disappeared he would fall flat on his back and probably wouldn't get back up.

The throbbing in his legs had doubled to a severe pain over a half hour ago. But the cold had numbed them enough where it was nothing but a slight ache.

His head however was another story. It was pounding with pain radiating from where he hit it. A warm red liquid had been dripping from what must have been a cut. It had stopped some time ago as the cut clotted and covered over.

He wished for someone to come and find him. He wanted the pain to stop but he couldn't move and he couldn't open his mouth to tell Jarvis to get someone.

~

The five were just finishing up their second movie when they decided to check the time.

7:47, or five hours after the battle.

They were all exhausted still and decided to just take naps on the couches. When finally, Clint spoke up.

"If I had enough energy I'd suggest we prank Tony right now, he's probably so immersed in one of his projects he wouldn't notice us coming"

"Speaking of Tony, did any of you see him since we got here?" Steve asked.

They all shook their heads, "he's probably in the labs like Clint suggested" Thor offered.

"No, he'd come up for food at least. He's been getting better with that-" Steve said.

"Unless he is immersed in a project" Bruce cut in.

"Let's check on him anyway" Natasha decided for them, standing up and leading the way to the elevator. "Jarvis is Tony in the lab?"

"No, sir is currently not in his labs"

Steve frowned, "then where is he"

"Sir has not requested that I don't share such information so, he is in his private kitchen on his floor"

"Oh he's probably cooking, thanks J" Clint smiled, suddenly having enough energy to prank.

"Whatever you are planning agent Barton, I suggest not following through. Sir is in no state to be pranked" They thought Jarvis sounded a little worried.

"Ok J" Clint lied, he planned on sneaking up behind Tony and yelling 'boo' it was old fashioned but somehow he always fell for it. Literally, he ended up on his ass every time.

The elevator stopped silently, and the doors slid open. They took tentative steps out and looked around. They were in the hallway with an entrance to the living space in front of them. They walked through, figuring it was the same layout as the communal floor.

The turned left and headed towards the kitchen, frowning when they realized Tony was not in it.

"I wonder where he is?" Bruce inquired.

They were silent as they thought, and the only thing that led them to realizing Tony was in fact in the kitchen was a small whimper. It was a pain filled whimper. And they practically ran to the other side of the kitchen island.

Steve's jaw dropped when he saw Tony, the man was half conscious and shivering violently. His knees were bloody, bruised and swollen. He had dried blood on his face from a cut on his temple. His hands shook as well as the shivers, and his breathing was shallow. But he seemed to recognize them.

"Jarvis how long has he been like this?" Bruce asked in shock.

"Sir collapsed shortly after arriving and had remained here since"

"You mean he was here for five hours like this!" Green climbed up Bruce's neck and Steve put a hand on his shoulder.

"Take a breath, we need you on this" He said, before letting go and crouching down in front of Tony. "Hey Tones, im going to lift you is that ok?"

"Y-es" he chartered out, as he tried to blink away the blood form his eye. Clint, seeing this, grabbed some paper towels and wetted them. Steve hooked an arm under Tony's knees, gently. Making sure he didn't jostle the probably broken bones too much.

"The suit went down..." Bruce mumbled. "Jarvis how did Tony land?"

"Harshly on his feet Dr.Banner I suggest gathering scans of his legs when you can"

"Damn, thanks J" Bruce sighed, "can you carry him to med bay?"

"Yeah let's go" Steve walked towards the elevator and the rest followed. Clint carrying the wet cloths.

They exited the elevator and headed towards the nearest bed. Steve set Tony down gently and Clint began wiping the blood off of his face. Apologizing every time Tony winced.

Bruce got the scans set up and they wheeled the bed towards the room. The scans took about five minutes and Tony was wheeled into a private room. Steve listen him off the transport bed and onto the stationary bed.

"He's really cold Bruce" Steve pointed out, Tony was still shivering.

"Nat?"

"Got it" she left to find blankets.

"The scans show fractures up both legs, stopping just below the knee" Bruce explained, "I'm going to have to cast his legs, he won't be able to walk for a while, even with Crutches. And his head seems fine, it was just a surface cut. He probably hit just the skin on his way down, luckily"

"He's going to hate this when he comes to"

"Wha'?" He shivered. Natasha returned with a stack of fuzzy blankets, and draped them over him one at a time.

Bruce started an IV before he could realize and injected a minor pain killer. Which Tony appreciated, as the more he warmed up the more he could feel his body. The more it hurt.

With the combination of a sudden relaxing warmth and the painkillers he found himself drifting asleep.

When Tony was out Bruce casted his legs in Tony's favorite Blue. The others dragged seats form other rooms inside and settled in until Tony woke.