heroic_jawline | Stark Towerlet, Sunday morning [Very, very early]

Stark Towerlet, Sunday morning [Very, very early]

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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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.

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

Now. He had him now.

"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.

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."

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

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.

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

"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?"

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.

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."

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

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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

Tony's expression went tight at that before he made himself relax into something that approached normal. He was pretty good at that too!

Then he made sure to put a bottle of pills on the bedside table before going to give Patriot the nice, wet food that the dog could eat quickly before passing out again. And retrieve the pizza for Steve. So, all of ten minutes.

Surly Steve wouldn't be asleep then, right?

"'m awake," Steve mumbled when Tony came back in. Not opening his eyes, but awake.

"I brought you pizza and water," Tony said, carefully setting it up where Steve could grab them easily.

"Thank you," Steve said, opening his eyes.

"J will keep an eye on you, I need to get things repairs squared away and orders placed," Tony offered. "Just get some rest, okay? I'll make sure to order more food to be ready when you're awake again."

"You need to eat too," Steve insisted quietly. "Sit."

"That's for you," Tony replied. "I'll get my own."

Ehhh. He'd pick at something later. Once he could get his brain to stop.

"Anthony," Steve said, a little more steel in his voice. "Eat."

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