There was a huge ring of blood was spreading around him as he panted on the surf board.
“No, this is not how I’m going out,” gasped Tony, rolling to his stomach and starting to paddle back to shore. “Not by a fucking guppy. An over grown fish is not what kills me.”
Tony made it within the grasp of a wave and let it pull him the rest of the way to shore. The rest of the Avengers met him there, yelling things and jumping into action, attempting to stop the bleeding.
“You’re going to be fine,” said Bucky as Natasha put pressure on the wound and Clint called for help.
“I’m vetoing Beach Day for the next three months,” babbled Tony. “Who suggested this, anyway? Was it Steve? I bet it was Steve. Sounds like a dumb idea Steve would have.”
“It was you,” said Bucky with a tight laugh.
“Lets blame Steve anyway,” said Tony.