Faded Memories prt1

His eyes landed on the way Tony's reactor reflected off the gun.  That was the first thing he recalled as he opened his eyes, still burning with pain and tears.  Then just there being blood everywhere, all over his hands and his face, his shirt that was white was now deep red and sticky.  He remembered trying to move but being unable to, smelling smoke and whiskey on Tony as he came closer.  He had tried to speak, to tell Tony he was alright but no words came and he was sure his mouth didn't even move, if it did then Tony hadn't noticed.  He looked hurt as he took one of Bruce's cool hands in his own and whispered, asking why he had done this to himself, done this to Tony… Bruce couldn't answer, he wondered if Tony even knew he was still in there.
"JARVIS… get a med bay set up…"
{BUT SIR-}
"Don't fucking argue with me."
Tony's voice had turned sharp as he growled slightly, lifting Bruce who was pretty much 11 stone of dead weight now, carrying him to the med ward.

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It had been a week, Tony was in there most of the time, when he wasn't with Steve.  Bruce hadn't twitched in the slightest, JARVIS had advised turning off the life support multiple times but Tony always refused, even threatening to give JARVIS a virus if he suggested it again.
On the eighth day, Bruce's eyes moved slightly.  Tony hadn't seen it, he was busy at a briefing but slowly, Bruce sat up, touching a painful wound in his head and rubbing his eyes.  He glanced to his hands for a moment, swallowing dryly.
{Master Banner, You Have Awakened.}
Bruce narrowed his eyes groggily.
"What the fuck happened…"
His voice barely worked but JARVIS picked it up.
{Master Banner you have been unconscious for eight days, 3 hours, 42 minutes.  Your body will be groggy, please take care when performing movements.}
Bruce rubbed at his face before touching his head once more.
"Where… how…."
{Stress related memory loss is common when a traumatic even happens, your memory will return in time… Meanwhile, I shall inform the others that you have awakened.}

Bruce laid back again for a moment, stroking his chest absently.  He was disturbed by a crash and a yelled curse to JARVIS for putting a medical trolley in the way.  His eyes opened to see a somewhat dishellved looking brunette in a Black Sabbath shirt and jeans.  His brown eyes lit up as he saw Bruce sitting up, leaning against his bed, the man's voice called out.
"JARVIS! Get to work on those diagnostic for me.  Now!"
He walked closer, smiling to Bruce.
"Morning sleepyhead."
He laughed softly, Bruce bit his lip.
"Morning…"
Bruce's voice was still rough and thick with blood and whatever else had gotten into the back of his throat.  He growled lowly making the man smile.
"It didn't work Bruce.  You cant kill him… please… stop trying."
The man was holding back tears, not too successfully.  He felt a warm hand take his own still cold one as he looked into the man's eyes.
"Who am I to you?"
The man seemed to be taken aback slightly, biting his lip.
"Bruce don't be stupid… You are… my… Bruce…"
Bruce rubbed his eyes before looking awkward, unsure of how to word this.
"How can I be your Bruce… when I have no idea who you are?"