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

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

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

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"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."

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

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"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.

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

[imafuturist]

Joke was on you, Steve. He could punish himself just fine this way too.

"If you insist," Tony said, taking a slice and then taking a seat at the foot of the bed. Then gestured at the box for Steve to eat.

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"I do insist," Steve said, taking a slice for himself.

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"Take two of those when you're done eating," Tony said, gesturing at the bottle.

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"Painkillers?" Steve guessed.

[imafuturist]

"They'll work for you," Tony said, nodding. And he just... had them on hand.

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"And you just have them."

Like the Capbuster.

[imafuturist]

"Yes," Tony said, bracing himself for what would come next. Any explanation he had wasn't really going to cut it.

And it was fine.

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"How many of those suits were built this week?" Steve asked softly.

[imafuturist]

Oh, don't get soft on him now! How else would he learn from his mistakes? His frequent, incessant mistakes.

"Most of them."

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"Which ones weren't?" Steve continued.

[imafuturist]

"The stealth armor. The Patriot armor," Tony listed, forcing himself to relax from the tension that ratcheted up at the question. Steve was owed this and so much more, after all.

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"Just the two?" Steve murmured.

[imafuturist]

"Do we need to discuss this now?" Tony asked, looking at his untouched slice.

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"Do I look like I'm going anywhere any time soon?" Steve retorted.

[imafuturist]

"You should get some rest," Tony replied, making his desperately needed retreat sound like it was meant for Steve's health.

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Steve gave Tony a long, frustrated look. "We both need rest. And food."

[imafuturist]

"JARVIS will keep an eye on your breathing with the ribs," Tony said, pushing himself up with some force of will to keep steady.

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Steve was too tired and sore in body and spirit to fight Tony's retreat right now. "JARVIS," he murmured. "Tell me if Tony doesn't eat or sleep in the next two hours."

But two could play that game.