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Iron Man Volume 1 #13
The explosion had torn apart a decent chunk of the wall and rock surrounding the Mandarin’s throne room, so as Rhodes rushed into the room he found himself blocking the harsh winds flying at him. Stashing the Mark I’s remote in his pocket, Rhodes knelt down next to Tony and began to quickly examine his injuries. Most of the chest piece of the Mark I was destroyed, having caved in after the explosion. One part in particular seemed to have lodged itself where Tony’s heart was, and as a result Tony was shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh no…oh God…uh…um…” Rhodes looked around the room before removing his scarf and jamming it onto Tony’s chest. Tony let out a sharp gasp of pain as he did, and now Rhodes was shaking nearly as much as the former. His eyes darting around the room, Rhodes’ attention was turned to the Mandarin’s limp hand, still sticking out of the rubble. Rhodes ran to the Mandarin’s side, managed to tear off several of the rings on the man’s hand. Placing them on his own hand, Rhodes began to fumble with each, pointing them at the wall away from Tony. Pointing one of them caused a flurry of wind to collide with the wall; another took a small, circular chunk out of the wall with little more than a flick of his wrist. Finally, Rhodes found the ring that shot fire. At first, he shot a long column of fire, but after several tries he managed to only shoot out a small portion. Once he had mastered the ring, Rhodes once again knelt down next to Tony, this time aiming the ring at Stark’s chest. Tony let out a raspy cry of pain as the fire seemingly cauterized the wound. After a moment of the fire being held at his chest, Tony let out a gasp before his head fell backwards. Although his wound had stopped bleeding for the moment, the expression on his face and the dullness of his eyes seemed to indicate that he had expired. Rhodes clenched his fists before yelling, “NO! NO! Stop this Mr Stark! STOP!” Angrily stuffing the several Makluan rings he had in his backpack, Rhodes stood up and quickly ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to figure out what to do. He ran to the cave entrance to see if their rescue plane had arrived but still saw none in sight. Losing all hope, Rhodes backed into the wall and slunk to the ground. Resting his head on the wall, he shook his head for a moment, attempting to keep the tears away. Before he had a chance to begin crying however, he heard a familiar noise: the sound of the Mark I’s repulsers powering up. This whining made Rhodes jump to his feet, frantically looking for the source. To his amazement, the source was coming from Tony in the Mark I, and yet he was in the same position. On top of that, Rhodes realized that he had not pressed any buttons on the remote to activate the repulsers. Retrieving the remote from his pocket, Rhodes aimed it at Tony and pressed the repulsers button. A louder whining began then faded away as he took his finger off of the button. Waiting for another moment with the remote placed facing up on his palm, Rhodes watched in amazement as the repulsers began to start up on their own. That was also when Rhodes realized a strange phenomenon coming from Tony’s wounds. Each time the repulsers would seemingly start themselves up, a small burst of electricity came from the wound where Tony’s heart was. Thinking quickly, Rhodes ran to the Mandarin once more, this time to his other hand. Making sure to take every ring this time, Rhodes tried them out once more until he found the electricity ring. After training with it once more, Rhodes aimed it at Tony’s chest and fired off a burst. All at once, every crack in the Mark I seemed to glow as red as the repulsers had as Tony’s eyes began to blink slowly. He was shaking once more, and could not talk, but Rhodes cheered as Tony seemingly was resurrected by the Mark I. Rhodes placed all but the electricity ring in his backpack as he began to move Tony to the front of the cave, and just as he did he could make out the shape of a rescue chopper coming their way. Laughing and yelling in relief, Rhodes placed Tony down gently, saying, “You are one durable son of a gun.” Before frantically waving his arms at the incoming aircraft.
Iron Man Volume 1 #13
The explosion had torn apart a decent chunk of the wall and rock surrounding the Mandarin’s throne room, so as Rhodes rushed into the room he found himself blocking the harsh winds flying at him. Stashing the Mark I’s remote in his pocket, Rhodes knelt down next to Tony and began to quickly examine his injuries. Most of the chest piece of the Mark I was destroyed, having caved in after the explosion. One part in particular seemed to have lodged itself where Tony’s heart was, and as a result Tony was shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh no…oh God…uh…um…” Rhodes looked around the room before removing his scarf and jamming it onto Tony’s chest. Tony let out a sharp gasp of pain as he did, and now Rhodes was shaking nearly as much as the former. His eyes darting around the room, Rhodes’ attention was turned to the Mandarin’s limp hand, still sticking out of the rubble. Rhodes ran to the Mandarin’s side, managed to tear off several of the rings on the man’s hand. Placing them on his own hand, Rhodes began to fumble with each, pointing them at the wall away from Tony. Pointing one of them caused a flurry of wind to collide with the wall; another took a small, circular chunk out of the wall with little more than a flick of his wrist. Finally, Rhodes found the ring that shot fire. At first, he shot a long column of fire, but after several tries he managed to only shoot out a small portion. Once he had mastered the ring, Rhodes once again knelt down next to Tony, this time aiming the ring at Stark’s chest. Tony let out a raspy cry of pain as the fire seemingly cauterized the wound. After a moment of the fire being held at his chest, Tony let out a gasp before his head fell backwards. Although his wound had stopped bleeding for the moment, the expression on his face and the dullness of his eyes seemed to indicate that he had expired. Rhodes clenched his fists before yelling, “NO! NO! Stop this Mr Stark! STOP!” Angrily stuffing the several Makluan rings he had in his backpack, Rhodes stood up and quickly ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to figure out what to do. He ran to the cave entrance to see if their rescue plane had arrived but still saw none in sight. Losing all hope, Rhodes backed into the wall and slunk to the ground. Resting his head on the wall, he shook his head for a moment, attempting to keep the tears away. Before he had a chance to begin crying however, he heard a familiar noise: the sound of the Mark I’s repulsers powering up. This whining made Rhodes jump to his feet, frantically looking for the source. To his amazement, the source was coming from Tony in the Mark I, and yet he was in the same position. On top of that, Rhodes realized that he had not pressed any buttons on the remote to activate the repulsers. Retrieving the remote from his pocket, Rhodes aimed it at Tony and pressed the repulsers button. A louder whining began then faded away as he took his finger off of the button. Waiting for another moment with the remote placed facing up on his palm, Rhodes watched in amazement as the repulsers began to start up on their own. That was also when Rhodes realized a strange phenomenon coming from Tony’s wounds. Each time the repulsers would seemingly start themselves up, a small burst of electricity came from the wound where Tony’s heart was. Thinking quickly, Rhodes ran to the Mandarin once more, this time to his other hand. Making sure to take every ring this time, Rhodes tried them out once more until he found the electricity ring. After training with it once more, Rhodes aimed it at Tony’s chest and fired off a burst. All at once, every crack in the Mark I seemed to glow as red as the repulsers had as Tony’s eyes began to blink slowly. He was shaking once more, and could not talk, but Rhodes cheered as Tony seemingly was resurrected by the Mark I. Rhodes placed all but the electricity ring in his backpack as he began to move Tony to the front of the cave, and just as he did he could make out the shape of a rescue chopper coming their way. Laughing and yelling in relief, Rhodes placed Tony down gently, saying, “You are one durable son of a gun.” Before frantically waving his arms at the incoming aircraft.