Bruised on the outside (and the inside) ;; James & Tony
By the time James makes it back to the tower, he’s pretty beat, and he feels like absolute shit. His legs are busted, his left is practically dead weight as he drags himself into the elevator, both making pathetic whirring noises that tell him he’s gonna be stuck in a goddamn chair for a while. Squeezing his eyes shut, James leans against the elevator wall lets FRIDAY take the elevator where it needs to go - hopefully to the workshop so he can pry these stupid things off without freaking anyone else out or making them aware of what he’s done to himself.
Keeping his eyes closed, james forces himself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It was - a stupid fight. Before all of this he would’ve been able to handle a punk like that without even blinking an eye - now, James is sweating, his shirt stuck to his back and he’s in damn agony. His arm is still bleeding, his legs are dead, the muscles in his back are protesting to his every move after the shit he just put himself through. It’s not supposed to be like this, he’s not -
The elevator comes to a stop and James groans as he pushes himself upright again, edging forward without really paying attention. He’s already out of the elevator when he realises he’s not in the workshop - he’s on Tony’s floor. Shit. The one place he does not want to be.
His legs aren’t agreeing, though, the mechanics creaking as he makes his way over to a chair and drops, finally giving himself a break.
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