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Saturday, June 27th, 2009 11:00 am
Title Accidents
Rating PG-13 for blood
Fandom Marvel - Iron Man: Armored Adventures
Pairing? None specifically, though I'm sure you can find subtext
Word Count 1207
Genre Angst? Some comedy
Warnings Fairly minor spoilers for the first couple episodes, blood
Disclaimer I own none of these characters
Summary After the crash, Tony told the armor to take him to Rhodey.
Author's Note There's not enough Armored Adventure fic (and by not enough, I mean I haven't seen any).
Thanks My beta [personal profile] autolobotomysuicide and [livejournal.com profile] pandanoai for helping me out.



Rhodey sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, cursor blinking at the end of a sentence. He was working on his last term paper for the year and he had finally hit his wall. He let out a frustrated sigh, hanging his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling, trying to find pictures in the textured tiles. He liked all his classes well enough, and he enjoyed learning, it was just the work that killed him. Sometimes he was envious of Tony, who never seemed to have any homework as he was taught entirely by his father, but then Rhodey would realize Tony more than made up for it with the projects and tech he worked on for the company.

He looked back at the screen and that angry cursor. He couldn't do it. He needed to get away from the computer or else he might go crazy. He got up from the chair, deciding that maybe a walk would be good. As he walked towards the doorway to his room, he noticed the low rumble, maybe from a plane. He froze as the sounds started to get louder -- it was close. Really close.

Though he was inside, Rhodey instinctively ducked down as whatever was causing the nose passed overhead. There was a boom that made his ears ring. The house shook on its foundation, dust rattling loose from the ceiling, coating him. He stayed like that, curled into a ball, hands over his head for a long moment after the noise ceased, feeling that rumble still going through his body.

He let out a breath he hadn't realize he was holding and cautiously began to move. He coughed some, the dust still floating in the air. He looked around at the house, trying to see if it seemed...structurally sound. When he was assured that the house wasn't going to fall down on him, his eyes went to the window. He swallowed, creeping towards the window to peak out. There was a crater in his backyard.

He looked at it a minute. He should call his mom. Or the police. The police would at least have mercy on whatever it was that made the crater. He let out a deep breath. He should go look. That was a terrible idea. He should stay inside. But the idea was there and it wasn't going away.

Rhodey stepped out the door, golf club in hand, just in case. He looked around a bit. They didn't have many neighbors, which was good because Rhodey knew he must look like an idiot right now, but it also meant he had nowhere to run. He inched towards the edge of the crater, palms sweating and stomach twisting something horrible, noting in the back of his mind that the corner of the roof had been apparently hit, chunks of it laying in the yard. Over the edge of the pit, he saw a glint of red and gold. In the moment, the memory flashed to the front of his mind - the armor, Tony.

Rhodey dropped the club and slid down the side of the crater. He landed with a bit of an oof, trying to avoid hitting the metal casing.

"Tony?" He didn't really know how to approach the armor. He knew Tony was in there -- the only person who could be -- but it was like some kind of alien. "Tony? Can you hear me?"

No noise came form the occupant of the armor, but the sounds of whirling and clicking came from the armor itself.

"James Rhodes," a mechanical, female voice came. "The pilot requires immediate medical attention. First aid is being given via armor systems."

Rhodey looked at the armor, stunned that it was actually talking to him.

"I..." he started. "Okay." His mind finally kicked into gear. He reached for his phone in his pocket. He needed to call--

A metal hand closed around his wrist, not painfully so, but it held him fast. The face place went back and he was able to see Tony for the first time. Rhodey's breath hitched -- he was pale, eyes unfocused, looking ready to pass out. Rhodey swallowed hard.

"No...n-no hospitals," it was painful to hear his friend speak. His voice sounded wet and like he was choking on something. Rhodey didn't want to think about it.

"No hospitals?" Rhodey repeated. "Are you crazy? Tony, you've got--"

"It-it wasn't an accident," Tony swallowed. "I saw...it wasn't..."

Tony's eyes rolled back and panic struck Rhodey. He's first instinct was to check for a pulse, but the armor prevented that. He had to get it off, had to get him to a hospital.

Hospital? He didn't even know how to move him in that thing. And he...It wasn't an accident? What had happened then?

"Um," Rhodey cleared his throat, knowing her couldn't hesitate any more. "Armor?"

"Yes." That voice came again.

"What, um, what can I do?"

The armor seemed to work for a split second. "First aid is being provided. Further care is needed."

"Yeah, okay," Rhodey let out a breath. "But what can I do?"

"Stark Laboratories has sufficient medical facilities."

Rhodey blinked. He didn't even realize the labs had any sort of medical facilities, much less the kind needed to save Tony's life.

He'd think about it later. He had to move.

"Armor...can you...take him there? And I'll meet you?"

"Yes."

The armor said nothing else, but it did begin to move again. It whirled and shifted, then finally took off again. Rhodey watched it go for a moment, then ran off to get his bike, thinking in the back of his mind about how his mom was going to kill him.


---


The whole process of helping Tony was a strange affair. First there was getting him out of the armor, with the armor itself offering different kinds of advice. Tony himself came to and passed out several times throughout the whole thing, telling Rhodey to do certain things or that he was doing something wrong, all the while Rhodey fought off the urge to vomit from the sight of the blood and the hole in his friend's chest.

Finally, he was able to stop moving. It wasn't perfect or anything final - some sorts of tubes coming out of his chest, hooking him up to multiple machines that did things Rhodey couldn't understand - but it would save his life. That was what was important. They'd worry about the rest later.

By now the news had spread - The plane that Howard Stark and son had been in had crashed. It wasn't an accident. That's what Tony had said, but the news wasn't saying what had caused the plane to go down at this point. They were saying that they didn't expect any survivors.

Rhodey looked over the the table where Tony slept. Tony was dead, publicly.

It wasn't an accident.

Rhodey swallowed hard. Someone actually wanted Tony gone, and had come pretty damn close to it, too. Whatever was going on, Rhodey knew he had to keep Tony safe, he had to make sure whoever was after his friend didn't get a chance to finish the job.
Saturday, June 27th, 2009 10:44 pm (UTC)
You're right, there definitely isn't enough armored adventures fic!

He should call his mom. Or the police. The police would at least have mercy on whatever it was that made the crater.

Loved that bit - such a great teenaged thought :)
Monday, June 29th, 2009 01:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, I like this: Protective Rhodey and vulnerable Tony, and they're both such teenagers. Me like.

I've got it 85% figured out how to get Steve in that universe -g-
Monday, March 5th, 2012 11:39 pm (UTC)
Aww, Rhodey! You have a really good feeling for his character!