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The battle was finally over. The elation that comes with each victory without casualties kept Tony in high spirits as he flew to the rally point. He was at 40 feet, certainly low enough to see his team without visual enhancement from the suit. So when he turned a building and saw everyone at the rally point (minus himself of course) hovering in a circle, he was instantly worried. He pushed the suit harder, reaching the group of heroes in no time. His landing wasn’t his best but certainly not his worse.
He flipped the faceplate up before speaking. “What happened?”
“The captain attempted a new combat maneuver.” Thor answered jovially.
Natasha stood beside the Norse god wearing a smirk. “Hulk didn’t quite grasp the concept of throwing a friend instead of an enemy.”
Tony wanted to rant about how this wasn’t softball and the Hulk was no little league pitcher. Steve was always yelling at him for being reckless, and now the one chance he had at dishing out a little payback would only fall on deaf ears.
Captain America lay unconscious in the Hulk’s burly arms. The sight was equal parts worrisome and cute. Any time a member of the team fell unconscious during or after a battle was always nerve-wracking. Even so, the way the Hulk cradled Steve’s limp body like an infant made Tony smile. Steve’s cowl-less face was oddly peaceful for a man knocked out by his own teammate.
The big guy had concern written all over; everyone’s favorite green rage monster didn’t look very angry at the moment. More like a fretful mother. “Captain is tired?”
Tony could see everyone fighting laughter at the giant’s innocent question. Unfortunately it fell on Tony to answer. A quick scan by JARVIS informed him of Steve’s injuries: cuts, bruises, and a nasty bump to the head. “Um…yeah big guy, he’s a little out of it after your impromptu ball game.”
The Hulk looked satisfied but of course Clint had to open his big mouth. “At least we know he has a future in the MLB.”
Natasha punched the archer in the shoulder.