Relief floods through him when he sees Natasha. That means people know what happened; that means people are coming. Help is coming.
Cisco bites back a whimper when Natasha tells him to lay down because she has no idea how much pain he endured and how much energy it took just to get up in the first place. For all he knows, there's internal bleeding that he's already exacerbated by getting up to put pressure on Tony's wound, but if he moves again, he could make it worse, still. "I can't. I can't, I can't. I don't want to move again, I don't think you understand how hard it was to move the first time to help him, I can't."
All the same, with all the smoke, he knows she's right. How much more damage could he possibly do than he already had by being thrown into the machine behind him and then forcing himself up to help his friend? Cisco isn't ashamed when the cries of agony rip from his throat when he follows her instruction, burned hands slick with Tony's blood sliding on the floor and making it that much harder for him to do so smoothly or gracefully. Every movement feels like being stabbed with a thousand knives. Honestly, he can't remember ever being in this much pain.
Once he's down, his breath is shaky because it hurts to breathe but he knows he still has to. He's conscious and he isn't fighting a battle to stay that way, so he listens to Natasha even though he's pretty sure she's mostly talking to keep Tony awake. "He told me about the suits, yeah...it sounds a lot like Ray's, except—" he pauses to grunt a little, panting for breath when a tiny movement of his head seems to ripple through his entire body like white hot fire. "—except Ray's suit can shrink. I'd like to see it sometime. But Tony already knows that, don't you, man?"
More people are flooding into the area and they all seem to know Tony. Cisco recognizes exactly none of them. His eyes shift away from the ever-growing group and past them, in the direction from which they came. Cisco keeps hoping to see Caitlin. Barry. Felicity. Anyone. They never come.
Finally, he looks back at Natasha. "Hey...we are gonna be okay, Nat. Don't..." he pauses, wincing again at a particularly painful intake of air, "look so worried." At that, he tries to force a smile, but it hurts too much and falls flat. She's the only one who's actually spoken directly to him, plus she's the only one he actually knows besides Tony who is fading terrifyingly fast, and so he focuses on her. "I'm gonna hold you to that thing with the fruit. I hope you know that."
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Cisco bites back a whimper when Natasha tells him to lay down because she has no idea how much pain he endured and how much energy it took just to get up in the first place. For all he knows, there's internal bleeding that he's already exacerbated by getting up to put pressure on Tony's wound, but if he moves again, he could make it worse, still. "I can't. I can't, I can't. I don't want to move again, I don't think you understand how hard it was to move the first time to help him, I can't."
All the same, with all the smoke, he knows she's right. How much more damage could he possibly do than he already had by being thrown into the machine behind him and then forcing himself up to help his friend? Cisco isn't ashamed when the cries of agony rip from his throat when he follows her instruction, burned hands slick with Tony's blood sliding on the floor and making it that much harder for him to do so smoothly or gracefully. Every movement feels like being stabbed with a thousand knives. Honestly, he can't remember ever being in this much pain.
Once he's down, his breath is shaky because it hurts to breathe but he knows he still has to. He's conscious and he isn't fighting a battle to stay that way, so he listens to Natasha even though he's pretty sure she's mostly talking to keep Tony awake. "He told me about the suits, yeah...it sounds a lot like Ray's, except—" he pauses to grunt a little, panting for breath when a tiny movement of his head seems to ripple through his entire body like white hot fire. "—except Ray's suit can shrink. I'd like to see it sometime. But Tony already knows that, don't you, man?"
More people are flooding into the area and they all seem to know Tony. Cisco recognizes exactly none of them. His eyes shift away from the ever-growing group and past them, in the direction from which they came. Cisco keeps hoping to see Caitlin. Barry. Felicity. Anyone. They never come.
Finally, he looks back at Natasha. "Hey...we are gonna be okay, Nat. Don't..." he pauses, wincing again at a particularly painful intake of air, "look so worried." At that, he tries to force a smile, but it hurts too much and falls flat. She's the only one who's actually spoken directly to him, plus she's the only one he actually knows besides Tony who is fading terrifyingly fast, and so he focuses on her. "I'm gonna hold you to that thing with the fruit. I hope you know that."