Emma sat up again, slipping off her dress and tossing it aside. It was stained with blood anyway, it didn't matter anymore if it got dirty- besides Stark had a closet full of clothes for her upstairs anyway. She laid back on the table in her undergarments so she could place the pads over her heart and on her forehead. A large metal needle ebbed its way closer and she tried to remain calm but the anticipation of pain was overwhleming. The rate of her pulse gave away how nervous she was. She turned away from the sight and moaned, her back arching as the thick needle pinched her arm. The entire table seemed to tremble along with her.
Her vision swam in and out. It was a powerful sedative. Her eyes immediately glazed over with unfallen tears. She listened as Tony spoke, knowing that it would be best if she was unconscious for the remainder of the procedure, since the bug was embedded in her skull. It would be painful to take it out. He did not want to tell her so, but she read it in his thoughts. Overcome with a sudden surge of emotion that was fueled by fear, Emma looked over at Tony with lidded eyes as he said "your under the hands of Tony Stark." A tear fell from her right eye.
"You're all I have, Tony..." she whispered into the air. Her eyes fluttered back and she began to drift into a deep sleep.