Alrighty! My first request comes from @sunsetscomiche “Hi! So, you mentioned that you're taking requests, and I remembered that I have a page FULL of Science Bros prompts, so I grabbed a couple of them that could apply to Science Bros Week. (And if you want to view the whole page, it's linked under my bio). ;) - #1. Something where Bruce fixes the arc reactor. (Perhaps he’s the only one who knows how.) If you wanted to go for "Light." - #16. Literally anything where Tony and Bruce keep a score tally for a thing(s). This could work for "Triumph."”
I think I’ll go with your first request! I got an idea for that one! Thank you so much for requesting Sunset and I hope you enjoy this! (Gotta say though, still to this day the arc confuses me. Lol It sends out electromagnetic pulses to keep shards away from his heart, but when it’s removed he acts like he’s having a heart attack and his heart has stopped entirely? And the older models were also poisoning him?)
If there’s any story-ideas you’d like to read about, hit me up with any requests cause I’m accepting them till July 21st, tomorrow.
You can either read this story under the cut or on my AO3 through this link!
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When Bruce slowly came back to himself he knew something was wrong immediately. All his limbs felt like jelly and his focus kept blurring in and out. The Other Guy had taken him far away from the fight, he was waking up somewhere in the woods. But he could still faintly hear the sound of the Avengers fighting in the distance. Back down at the Hydra base hidden in an isolated valley. He could see laser blasts and smoke rise up miles away.
He had woken up way too early.
But it might take hours to drag himself back down there to the rest of the team. Why had he changed so far away from the fight? He got his answer when one thought raced through his mind. One that couldn’t be his own.
FIX TINMAN!
Bruce looked to his side and sure enough Tony was there, lying on a half-squashed stretcher a few yards away from him. He was still wearing bits and pieces of his suit. Sparks were coming off of the chest plate. And the Hulk hadn’t just dropped them randomly in the middle of the woods, Bruce realized now Hulk had set them near the quinjet Natasha had flown them all in on hours ago.
FIX HIM!
With that, the Other Guy’s presence disappeared completely from his mind and he was left alone. Grunting, he pulled himself off the ground and tried to blink away the dizziness as he got to his feet. Stumbling, he made his way over to Tony and saw the damage up close.
There was a hideous gash, it sliced right through Tony’s chest plate. Starting from the lower right, going over where the arc normally was and up to the left shoulder. From the lack of light anywhere else on the suit he feared it was all off-line. And Tony appeared to be unconscious. Skin blanched to the point it nearly looked blue, and his lips were parted. His breathing was ragged and irregular.
Bruce gently jostled Tony’s shoulder. Thankfully Tony woke back up after that, though he was wheezing and shuddering even more violently awake. When he made eye contact with Bruce Tony seemed to be under a haze. Pupils dilated.
“Bruce? That you? Good. Big guy listened to me…”
He must have somehow persuaded Hulk to change. But Bruce couldn’t afford to give it much thought. Tony needed medical attention right now. Pulling from reserves he didn’t know he had Bruce grabbed Tony’s stretcher and pushed him onto the quinjet. “What happened? What do you need?”
“Suits busted.” Tony said, weakly tapping at the chest piece. He flinched when he dropped his hand down a little too hard. “I got hit really hard. I went down. And- shit! Somethin’s wrong with my arc.”
“Ok Tony, hang on. It’s gonna be ok.” Bruce tried to carefully pry the two halves of the chest piece off. They didn’t come off easily, but after a bit of tugging Bruce finally got the chest off completely and let it clatter onto the jet floor.
Only to find that the cover of the arc had been completely shattered. And it was now flickering in sparks.
When Tony’s saw it his eyes bugged. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall back against the stretcher. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”
It looked bad. Really bad. Bruce was amazed it could still have power for looking so… broken. And from the way Tony reacted to the arc Bruce knew it couldn’t possibly be an easy fix. And it wasn’t like they had spare arcs rolling around on the floor. He was starting to panic. They both were.
Bruce grasped Tony’s shoulders, trying to ground him. “Tony! Tony, you have to stick with me! What can I do to fix the arc?”
“Wha-“
“I can do whatever you need me to do. But I need you to stay awake and give me some direction. Come on Tony. We can do this.”
That seemed to work on Tony some. His breathing, still sporadic, had quieted down at least. And he opened his eyes to look at Bruce and his own chest. Bruce saw him biting at his cheek as he looked over the damage again.
Bruce had helped Tony before. With the arc’s recharging when Tony was too exhausted and a few times with arc replacements. But never something this unclear or dire. He may have been just as much an engineer as he was a biologist, but he’d still need some direction from Tony to make sure he did this right.
Tony tapped at his cracked arc as he spoke. “This- this guy’s busted but I got some time. This isn’t like instant death. More like, death in a couple hours?”
“Tony-”
“It won’t last long. I’ll need to do a replacement stat if we can make it back to the tower. But for now we gotta patch this baby up. Keep her stable till we get home.” Tony was trying to be all funny and cute. But between the dying pale skin and the shaky breathing after every couple words it only made Bruce feel worse.
“Patch it up?” He asked incredulously.
“Yeah, like driving on a spare tire till you can get it replaced. It won’t last forever but it’ll keep me alive.”
Bruce couldn’t believe it. His boyfriend was dying as they spoke and he expected to survive off temporary solutions till they could get a real arc? What if something happened in the quinjet as they flew home? What if something happened to their team that forces them to stay longer? Everything could go horribly wrong far too easily and Tony was putting all his faith on a spare tire?
“You ok to do this?” Tony asked, sounding really unsure. “Cause… You look like you’re gonna pass out Bruce.”
Crap, Bruce hadn’t even thought of that. He was going straight from transformation into emergency arc repairs? He could barely walk straight! But everyone else was still at the Hydra base and Tony’s heart couldn’t wait a moment longer. “I can do it. I’ll just have to sit down. And I should probably drink something first.”
Bruce found a chair and rolled it directly next to Tony. And as he hurried about the quinjet looking for anything the remotely resembled equipment he took quick sips of one of the electrolyte drinks kept on all the ships.
When it was good as it was going to get, Bruce took all his supplies and plopped down next to Tony. And after cranking his chair as high as it could go he was ready.
“Ok Tony, just talk me through this. I got you.”
“Ok… Be careful of all the sparks as you unseal the top bit. The one that concave now? Yeah, that’s it.”
~~~
Tony tried his best to keep his head on straight and walk Bruce through his mechanical heart. But the longer it went on the more it felt like he was giving the instructions wasted. The world around him blurred to mush, his words felt slow and slurred, he could feel his body slowing down. And it’d keep slowing down until it came to a full stop unless Bruce got the arc stabilized first.
God he hated this. Feeling so helpless. Honestly, he was flying around in top-tier armor and yet on a team where an ordinary man was running around shooting arrows with a sleeveless leather vest as armor somehow he was the vulnerable one today.
They had been battling it out with a bunch of Nazi creeps. It had been going fine too until one of those idiots managed to land a hit directly at Tony’s chest piece. He’d been hit so hard Jarvis got knocked out. And when the suit went down Hulk had gone ballistic. He caught Tony and immediately carried him away from the battle when he couldn’t hear Tony. The suits mics had been down along with the rest of his suits abilities, and he was getting to week to yell.
After a hulk-sized leap that left Tony’s stomach somewhere back in the Hydra base, Hulk had set him down and began ripping apart his suit. Starting with his mask.
“Big guy? Ok buddy can you listen to me? Buddy?”
But the Hulk didn’t seem to focus on him. Instead he was forcing the quinjet hatch open and tried to pull out its emergency stretcher. It was like seeing a kid play with a dollhouse. Hulk didn’t seem to realize his strength and nearly wrecked the stretcher when he squeezed it in one hand. And Tony had half the mind to be afraid as Hulk reached back to pick him up. Luckily though he set him down much more gently. And when he looked down at him, he had the most terrified look on his face it broke his heart. Or technically maybe it broke his heart more.
At least he had Hulk’s full attention now. He tried to raise his voice as much as he could still managed while his whole chest felt like it was stuttering. “Hulk? Buddy? I know you’re scared right now. But we could really use Banner’s help right now, don’t you think?”
“Banner fix Tinman?” Hulk asked, hopeful.
“For sure. He’s a doctor… he’ll know what to do.”
Hulk nodded and took a few steps from Tony. And he saw him begin to transform. Tony closed his eyes and waited for Bruce. Bruce would know what to do. Bruce would make this alright.
~~~
Hours later they were back home in the tower. Bruce helped Tony down to his workshop and with Jarvis there to give him directions and backup he got Tony’s “spare tire” of a heart out of his chest cavity and put one of his newest models in its place.
“You know I think you like making these arcs for the heck of it. You keep making new designs on each one. It must be like pottery to you.” Bruce replied as he cleaned that gross plasmic discharge that built up under the reactor off his hands.
“Oh it is. Definitely. It’s my underwater basket weaving. Having a few spares comes in handy though…” Tony said, looking Bruce’s handiwork over in a mirror before shrugging on a comfy shirt. Once he was all set, he paced back towards Bruce, hugging him from behind and kissing his neck. “Thanks for saving my ass out there.”
“Just looking out for my favorite hero… So what do you want to do now?”
“One thing really.”
They spent the rest of the day passed out in Bruce’s room. Recuperating from hydra-fighting, hulking out, living on a wrecked arc and nearly dying.
sunsetscomiche replied to your post: Avengers Assemble S4 Countdown Party!
If I wanted to watch all of the previous seasons to catch up, where would I do so?
Unfortunately, it seems that all the seasons of Avengers Assemble have been taken off Netflix :( For now, your legal options are to buy it on Amazon Video or iTunes. While S1 & S2 are just called “Marvel’s Avengers Assemble,” S3 is called “Marvel’s Avengers: Ultron Revolution” if you need help searching!
Thank you @perksofbeingawaifu @blueringlady @sunsetscomiche -- you are all so kind. 😆😆😆 And my mum got me the shirt for Christmas! It's labeled Her Universe but I'm not sure it's available any more? A quick Google search wasn't that productive. 😕
In reply to your number 3: Actually, I do! Go to sunsetscomiche.tumblr.com/ficreccs or look in my pages and scroll ��
omg this is great news!!!!!! lol i’ve been so spoiled when it comes to fic, coming from fandoms with incredible writers and TONS of backlog to dig through, so getting into this relatively young fandom has been an adjustment.
