Tony s

You lived in a small house on the outskirts of a village in the desert. There were frequent terrorist attacks in the city near your village. It was nothing special for you to welcome an injured person into your home, at least because you are a doctor.

That's how it is today. They started knocking on your house firmly, but rarely. You opened the door and were taken aback. Tony Stark stood in the doorway. The one that was recently shown on the news with the caption "R.I.P. Anthony Stark".

He stood leaning on the doorjamb and quietly asked for help, and then he would have fallen if not for you, who held his hand and led him into the house.

He had a lot of abrasions on his face and a couple of cuts on his legs and arms. After putting him on the couch and treating his body, you began to work on his face. Up to this point, both of you were silent, although Stark tried to say something, but he couldn't. He hissed in pain every time he pressed the cotton pad against the wound.

"Are you aware that you're dead?" It was only recently shown. - You pointed to the TV on.

"Really?" Then you saved me," he laughed tiredly, "You brought me back from the dead, ask for whatever you want. I'll be your goldfish. I don't like being in debt."