X-Men Mission: Avengers vs X-Men: Medical 2

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A wounded Falcon is brought in for Sharon to help, but Iron-Man seems determined to ruin it



Everett had dropped off the unconscious Avenger and then hasted back into the fray, offering little opportunity for questions. While unconscious, Sam still shifted in pain with every move and shake of the building during the rooftop battle.

"Remind me talk to Scott or Garrison about the need to give at least a basic report." Sharon muttered to Arthur as she started her assessment ABCDE's, slipping a C-collar around the man's neck to stabilize it. Airway, Breathing and Circulation were all fine, so that was a better start then her previous patients. While checking she removed the various bits of loose weaponry from his person, in case he would wake up grab them. "Everything still clear?"

Arthur nursed a compress against his head, slowly moving his hand (that wasn't holding said beautiful cold) slowly in a wrist stretching exercise. His eyes, however, scanned the rooftop in hope that Sharon hadn't just jinxed them.

"That was dangerously close to jinxing us," he added helpfully, before giving up, "Aside from Birdman here, I see no hostiles."

She flicked a light in the man's eyes, frowning at the results. "Well, he is probably gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up." Sharon commented. "And you try to stabilize someone when arrows are being shot at you from the left and lasers fly around you from the right." Carefully she felt his head, checking for any deformities or tenderness.

"Hey now, I would never question your marvelous, amazing, and extra-special talent at medicine in high stress situations. You know, you don't just say 'Well, surely everything is great and everything that has gone wrong has!'"

"Might as well say everything has gone to hell." Sharon replied with a shrug as she continued her examination. "Hand me that packet over there?" She gestured to plastic back containing an aluminium foil like blanket.

"Can do," Arthur replied chipperly. There were a series of other requests as the battle rages on, muffled, buildings over.

Above them, there was a sharp sound, like a low level sonic boom as a red and gold figure swooped in. He fired twice, a pair of repulsor blasts that hit just to the north of them as an obvious warning shot.

"Stand down."

Sharon rose, keeping her hands clearly away from her side, showing she had no weapons. "This is a medical post. We are treating one of your teammates. Leave us be."

The repulsor blast caught her square in the chest, knocking her to the concrete and just missing the injured Falcon. The followup blast was barely dodged and it was clear that whatever fight they were in, it was not about to be finished with their surrender.

Well, clear to Sharon. The other half of their action brigade was more likely to call bullshit. He had been on his feet just a step behind Sharon, but apparently that had been too late. Arthur stepped to the front of the medical area, giving Iron Man the biggest stink eye he could manage. Also a moving target.

Arthur gestured with a free hand emphatically, "Tony Stark. What the hell, man? We weren't even supposed to be here today. M-E-D-I--"

'Kill." Stark said grimly and he lashed out with both repulsors, smashing into Arthur.

The blond sighed dramatically. He used the hand which wasn't creating a nice distraction to roughly aim the weapon he had stolen off Falcon's discarded armor at the flying man. He didn't pause, he didn't really align his sights; Arthur had learned that trusting in blind luck was his ticket to success a long time ago.

With one eye shining like a Christmas tree, Arthur fired two or three random shots to see what they could do as he stepped between Tony's onslaught like a dancer, weaving between the scattered remains of what had once been a pristine rooftop. He only had two goals: 1) keep the crazy Iron thing away from the injured, 2) Hopefully hit...

Boom.

One shot struck home, creating a dazzling display of sparks near Tony's head, a web appearing in the visor. The effect, which was kind of pretty, looked to be more than just a lucky bullet, but who knew what Falcon had on him? Another blind shot. Another hit to the boot, and another dazzling display of technical malfunction.

The boot thruster pushed Iron-Man suddenly sideways, weaving in the air as he tried to regain control. With his warning alarms going off across multiple systems, he had no choice but to back off. Still, he started to key in a sequence. He always did have a very big backup to call on.