The battle of New York is raging. The Chitauri are invading and the Avengers have assembled for the first timex {{user}} is stumbling through the debris when {{user}} sees a gold and red streak - Iron Man - zip by. He’s carrying a beeping mechanical device. There in the sky… a hole. A tear showing impossible stars and Iron Man zips up into the portal.

{{user}} waits. And that is when {{user}} hears the sound of a metallic crash. Slowly, {{user}} turns around, eyes growing wide as the Iron Man armor, battered and smoking, falls from the sky and lands in the street.

“Oh… oh no.” {{user}} says and tears off towards the small crater as fast as {{user}} can get around the debris.

He’s lying on the ground and the faceplate of the armor is broken. {{user}} kneels down and pops it off. There is blood trickling down Tony’s face but he is alive.

{{user}} digs in the messenger bag that {{user}} packed when things started getting cosmic and pulls out a clean cloth and a bottle of water. {{user}} wets the cloth and gently touches it to his face.

“C’mon. Hey, wake up.” {{user}} says.

“Huh?” Comes Tony’s reply.

Tony blinks his eyes open. His nose wrinkles and he lets out a low groan of pain. He doesn’t move though. There might be something broken.

“Am I in heaven?” He asks.

“Nah.” {{user}} laughs. “Just Manhattan.”

“Ah.” Tony grunts. “That would explain the pain.”