Stark Towerlet, Sunday morning [Very, very early]

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Well, the good news is that none of Tony's sixteen Iron Man suits escaped the lab to wreak havoc on the island.

The bad news was everything else. The lab was destroyed, the dog was exhausted, and Steve was--not to put too fine a point on it--beat to hell and back. After the final suit had been disabled with Tony still inside it, knocked out and then tied up (and don't think that wasn't going to give Steve nightmares for the rest of his days)--Steve made his way (crawled. There had been crawling.) into the little medical clinic/closet Tony'd tucked into the back of the lab for dealing with lab accidents he didn't want Steve knowing about, barricaded the door, and passed out on the steel floor.

And that's where he still was, many hours later.

[OOC: For the SUPER GROUNDED husband.]

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[imafuturist]

Tony had woken up back in his right mind and a reasonable level of panicked at what had come about from the weekend. Which was why JARVIS was chiming in for Steve with a reasonable, "Sir is inquiring after your health, Captain Rogers. Shall I give him a response?"

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Steve let out a low groan but didn't move otherwise. "Tell him I'm not walking it off yet."

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"I will pass along the message, Captain Rogers, JARVIS promised dutifully.

Then there was some blessed silence before Tony was breaking in over the speakers. "Steve? Steve, are you there?"

Tony was... presently still tied up, but he could still break into his own systems here.

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"'m here," Steve mumbled into the floor. "You done trying to modify the dog?"

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There was a relieved sigh on the other end of the line at hearing Steve's voice. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Are you--?"

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Steve sighed back. "Hurting."

And Steve never admitted to that.

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The noise Tony made at that was pained before he got himself under control. "JARVIS is going to lift the lock on the armor, do you want me to... can I come in there?"

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There was a long pause as Steve conducted a brief self-assessment of how bad he felt after a long nap on a cold floor.

He still felt like he'd been hit by several trucks. "Yeah," he sad finally. "Don't open the door all the way."

He wasn't trying to move just yet.

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"Give me--I'll be right there," Tony promised, clambering out of the armor to stiffly make his way to the medical supplies. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," he said, prying the door open."

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Steve was still lying on the floor with two black eyes, a split lip (that, at least, was healing up quickly), and curled up in a way that meant he was protecting broken ribs.

"Hell of a week, Tony."

[imafuturist]

"Here, c'mon," Tony said, slipping in to help him into a sitting up position. Tony was functioning on adrenaline and... well, whatever the armor injected him with once he came to! Probably more adrenaline, honestly. But he could get this figured out. Honest he could. "Let me--ah--let me."

Oh, he'd fucked up real bad here.

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Steve closed his eyes and winced as his ribs did something inside of him they probably shouldn't be doing. "Easy. Capbuster was well named."

[imafuturist]

Tony's expression went brittle at that and he stopped just shy of touching him, hands hovering over visible bruises and contusions. "The clinic?" he asked, mentally asking JARVIS for an injury assessment here.

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"I don't think they're equipped for supersoldiers," Steve said, reaching his hand--bruised knuckles and all--out to give Tony's fingers a quick squeeze.

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"I'll get you something for the pain," he said, pulling away quickly for that. "J, tell me how much."

Because he at least knew the levels that worked on his Steve.

"Then we can get you into a bed."

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"Bed sounds good," Steve admitted. "I could sleep for a week."

[imafuturist]

An appropriately measured syringe was produced from one of the kits that was probably... concerning any other day. "It'll help so we can wrap your ribs," Tony said, looking at him for permission.

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Steve nodded. "It'll be nice to get off the floor."

[imafuturist]

Enjoy that sweet, sweet painkiller then, Steve.

"It won't last too long, you metabolize things too quickly," Tony said, focusing on the facts and mission at hand as he dug up bandages and scissors to get Steve's clothing off without making him move too much. This he could at least make amends with.

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Steve took his first easy breath since Thursday and nodded. "Let's make it count, then."

[imafuturist]

Well, now Steve got to see the intense focus Tony normally applied to things like his work here as he was possibly too practiced at wrapping up broken rubs and messed sprained joints. "You're going to be okay," he said for himself and for Steve to hear it.

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"I am," Steve agreed with a little grunt--the ribs hurt even through the pain killer. "And it was better than having the suits out there."

[imafuturist]

Tony didn't flinch at that because he was a goddamn adult who could handle this just fine. Wasn't even the first time he'd screwed up! But boy howdy did he find new and terrible ways to do so.

"I'll get you something to help you sleep too," he promised.

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"Thanks," Steve said softly. "How are you doing? The suits stopped the damage, right?"

[imafuturist]

"I'm fine," Tony said, focusing on wrapping Steve's wrist now. "Hold still."