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As someone not versed in time travel technology Klaus would like to go on record saying he had no idea that running through a war zone with this piece of technology could damage it to the extent it was damaged. In his defense- he would like to add- dodging gun fire, land mines, and grenades while trying to get the briefcase and his lover before he bleeds out was a highly stressful situation. And he was only a little, tiny bit, almost not at all high. Also, again, he had no training in time travel.
He did not think of the time machine being damaged when it was blown out of his hand- or the fast his arm and shoulder were cut up to high hell- or when he scrambled to pick it back up and continue his quest for his fair knight in shinning armor that need him.
And he needed him. Klaus knew that, he had never needed someone as much as he needed Dave. It scared him on most nights- most quiet nights- how much he became dependent on this quiet, dorky, man that whispered sweet things in his ears and calmed him down from another panic attack. Dave was what he needed from the start but well… so it was a wild plan, but Klaus refused to let Dave die. It just wasn’t going to happen; Klaus told the universe.
So, when he opens the briefcase and a flash of blue happens, he doesn’t know anything was wrong. He didn’t know he wasn’t taken to the bus that stops the closest to his house of the year 2019. He didn’t think of the dent in the case or what could happen if he brought Dave forward in time.
Dave’s back hit polished floors that began to turn red with his blood. Klaus’s knees cried from the pain of slamming into a hard surface but didn’t take his attention off of the man in his arms. He blindly called out for medical help before passing out, slumped over Dave’s form.
2016 Avengers Tower
Tony Stark was alone in his tower. Well he wasn’t because he had thousands of people working for him. But he was alone in the penthouse. Harley wasn’t supposed to be over until tomorrow for a long weekend and Peter had left to spend the night with his aunt before joining them.
Rolling his neck, he absentmindedly tapped at the hologram screen in front of him. The designs for a new security system, as he waited to see if the ‘house’ would be full soon. He had already designed a game room for the kids as well as started getting together the bedrooms.
It was as he was deciding if he should place each room with a secret compartment with nanobots that it happened.
If he hadn’t put his parting days behind him, he would have thought he was high, as it was, he had one gauntlet at the read and took a step back.
A blue glow admitted from the center of the room, lightning crackling over it for a second, and wind ripped through the house. The light grew brighter for a second before it flared out. A solid thump was the only sound as Tony blinked fast to get his focus back after the light show.
There were two men covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Combat boots, army green vest, and helmets that fell from curly hair clattered to the ground. The darker haired one was slumped partially over his friend, baring all his weight on a heavily bleeding arm.
“Help, medic, help.” his voice cracked as his arm gave out and he fell completely onto the man.
Tony waited a beat before calling out.
“Fri, call Helen and her medical team up, get the cradle ready.”
“On it, boss.”
Stepping forward he crouched down, calling the nanobots back and gauntlet away as he pushed the first man off the other. Glancing at the arm that looked torn to shreds he focused his attention on the gun wound in the middle of the second man’s chest. Leaning over him, he took off his shirt and applied pressure. A pair of pain glazed eyes peered at him for a moment before they moved to the darker haired man. With a trembling arm he reached out and while his mouth moved no words came out.
The elevator opened with a soft bing. Peering up at his personal doctor Tony cracked a smile and couldn’t help but shrug at her. She had defiantly seen him in weirder positions and worse injuries.
The team surged forward, scooping up the men hurriedly, setting them on stretchers as they spoke rapidly.
"Were losing his pulse."
"Blood transfusion are needed for both patients."
"This arm tissue is badly damaged- some type of explosion."
And they pushed the stretchers out, back towards the elevators calling out orders.
Tony followed after.