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In Person [location: Taxon Forest Cliffs]

Scott’s marker comes back onto the map with as much pomp and circumstance as it vanished.

More strangely, his tablet doesn’t join him instantly to broadcast his misfortune. It appears nearby, resting on a tree stump out of the way, but whereas usually it delights in showcasing these moments, it remains quiet now, when perhaps he needs it most.

Five days is a long time where he’s been. He’s pale and drawn, deprived of sunlight and enough food and water. He has dark circles around his eyes, a mixture of exhaustion and bruising.

There’s no awareness of being moved again. He’s simply regaining consciousness and feeling grass and dirt rather than the metal and stone of where he’s been held, a deep ache in his head and uncomfortable pressure in his eyes.

Slowly, he reaches up, feeling over his face and flinching as his fingers poke sore skin and no visor. He has to risk it anyway, bringing his hands to his face, fingers white knuckle laced as he flickers his eyes open.

Nothing.

No light. Not in or out. No warmth over his hands.

He opens them again, fully, but nothing reaches outwards. Nothing explodes, nothing is rent apart.

Everything is dark.

He can’t see.

He snaps his head up, eyes wide and unseeing, a solid, lightless red covering them from side to side.

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He answered with a chuckle.

"I think you should say either if I can come over there, or you here. You and I need to talk about things. Like you abandoning me to my project alone."

"Next time I'll ask them to abduct you for scientific experiments as well," Scott retorted. "I can't come over. I can't navigate my way at the moment, and I suspect I'm to stay resting until Mick says I'm better."

"Mick? Mick? Isn't he one of the... Is there a politically correct term for it? Because I'm all for not being correct because, really? Wait, is it a mutation what they are?"

Yeah, Tony wasn't letting him wallow in this, wasn't suckering him with sympathy.

"Vampire. He's a vampire. And where I come from, we call them vampires. We've had run ins. I'm not going into it. It was very silly."

"Where I come from, we don't have either. That I know of," he added. "I feel cheated in all of this."

He went quiet for a minute. "What can I do? How bad are things?"

Scott was silent for a long moment.

"I'm blind. There's something inserted in my eyes that we can't remove."

"Okay then. So we need what? Cat scan machine? Some kind of x-ray? I don't know what kind of medical equipment they have here, but let me know and I can build whatever you need."

He was quiet a minute.

"Anyone ever tell you these bastards do this kind of torture? All I go told was weird head games and squid."

"They've blocked the blasts. It might have been to stop that." He doesn't know, not really. "There was a doctor once. Her old clinic might have something?"

"So like the glasses but in your eyes," he asked, blurting it out. "You hadn't hurt anyone, and with the glasses you had control. Why do this?" He was angry and it showed.

"When this Mick let's you go, and why are you seeing a vampire for blindness, let me know. I'll come get you. Get you back to your place. Mine. Something."

"No. I can see through the glasses. I can't see anything." He ignored the why, it's rhetorical. Or he was going to treat it as such.

"Because he's a trained army medic. I'm back at my place, he took me back here."

But for Tony it was important. Such as would they do it again and again if they found a way to remove the pieces. If they had a reason, then they could possibly stop it from happening another time.

"Okay, on both. I'll be there shortly." He paused, smirking dryly. "Don't go anywhere."

"Yeah, because anyone's going to let me so much as out of bed right now."

"I would," he said with a snort and then a muffled sound. A moment later there was the sound of cloth rustling. "But hey, who listens to me. Don't go anywhere," he said, knowing he was being a dick but he wasn't going to entirely coddle the man.

"On my way."

"Great. Then hurry up and get here and tell my ex-wife that I'm okay to wander around."

All that was heard was a laugh and then the phone call ended.

It was about fifteen minutes later when there was a knock and then the door opened.

"Summers? Where are you?"

"Upstairs, in my room. The door should be open."

He was confined to bed for now. Between the dehydration, exhaustion and bruising, he'd been declared in need of bed rest for at least a say.

He took the stairs too at a time, following the sound of his voice. He paused at the door, watching him.

"So... You look like shit," he said with a snort.

He looked up, blank eyes open and fixed on Tony's position, despite the bruising around them. "Thanks. You should see the other guy."

He chuckled, stepping further into the room. His head cocked to one side, watching him, looking over the eyes as best he could see them from there. "Tell me... What did your doctor say?'

"Dehydration, fatigue and hard to say until the bruising goes down, but they seem to be larger the the eyesocket itself and slipped underneath somehow."

His head kept moving, following the sound of Tony's voice.

"All the way around the eye or just over the cornea," he asked, scientific mind going with this. "Do they know if the eye socket itself was shaved to insert whatever it is, or was it a case of the swelling making it seem as if it is changed?"

"No way of telling yet. Not until it heals a bit more. Because if you try and poke it, I will flatten you." He was less confused, but no less irritable yet.

"So much faith in my Summers. I wouldn't poke and prod at you. I would make a machine to do it for me. Don't you know anything," he asked, moving closer.

"There's nothing to make a machine out of in this room. Unless things have been moved in while I was gone."

He sat up more, rubbing at his cheeks. He was bare chested, restraint bruising across his chest and biceps.

"You have no idea what I could do with a coffee maker and a lamp. Do you have any idea what I went through to save my life and build the first suit," he asked, arching a brow.

"So what do you remember?"

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