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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"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."

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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?"

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

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Steve stilled, watching Tony with cautious eyes.

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"Let's get you something to eat too," Tony said, careful as he moved onto the next injury that needed dressing with intense focus. "And... and the dog. I'll order."

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He was going to try to buy the Dodgers to fix this, wasn't he?

Steve's stomach made a deeply embarrassing gurgling noise. "I could eat," he admitted.

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He was going to do something, that was for sure! You know, along side all the guilt. But he was doing just as fine as Steve was!

"Let's get you and Patty upstairs," Tony suggested, not quite meeting Steve's eyes once he was done wrapping up everything he could.

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Steve took a deep breath, bracing for trying to stand up. "The left ankle's a little busted," he admitted quietly. "Walking's gonna be slow."

Ugh, a use for the elevator. Steve was going to focus his pent up anger on that thing.

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Tony immediately ducked under Steve's arm to support him to get there. "I've got you."

Now. He had him now.

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"I know," Steve said, sounding tired. He slid his arm around Tony's waist in return and stood up with nothing more than a slightly pained grunt of pure stubbornness.

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Tony snagged a bottle of painkillers before they could make their way back into the ruined lab with a very tired corgi at their heels. Steve's heels, really.

"J, rush order on pizza, please."

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"Pizza sounds swell," Steve said, averting his eyes from all of the destruction.

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It was fine. Everything was fine.

"You need water too," Tony added, unable to look away from the wreckage of his lab as he guided Steve to the elevator.

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Steve nodded. "You too," he said. "You were...focused."

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"I'm fine," Tony said, brushing that off as the doors opened automatically. "You can take a shower after you eat and get some sleep, okay?"

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Steve nodded again. He couldn't seem to get his mouth and his head working at the same time. He was just so tired.

"Okay," he finally added.

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The dog padded after them as they elevator brought them up the flights to their floor and then just flopped over next to his food bowl.

"Bedroom," Tony said, focusing on getting Steve there first before going to feed the dog. "I'll get everything."

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"Thank you," Steve murmured. The bed in front of him looked like the most inviting place ever.

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Tony carefully deposited him there, kneeling to get his shoes off next. "I'll get you water in a minute. Don't pass out yet, okay?"

He needed food first.

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Steve nodded, focusing on a plank in the wooden floor as he stayed upright. Rolling back with busted ribs always hurt anyway, so he was delaying that as long as he could. "I won't pass out."

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Yeah, Tony was well acquainted with that at least. Which was why he was popping back up to help Steve settle back on some pillows to lay at an angle. Keep his lungs from getting fluid in them.

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What fun knowledge they'd picked up over the years! Not at all depressing!

Steve stopped gritting his teeth as he settled in against the pillows. "Okay, I'm good," he said, opening his eyes from where he'd accidentally squeezed them shut.

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He was fine and Tony was just as fine too!

"JARVIS is going to monitor you and I'm going to take care of the dog really quick." And get the pizza. And also avoid any mirrored surfaces lest he need to look at himself.

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"Sounds good," Steve said. "I'm just resting my eyes. Not sleeping."