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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] heroic_jawline) wrote2024-04-28 01:25 pm

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.]
imafuturist: (talking at you)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-29 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I brought you pizza and water," Tony said, carefully setting it up where Steve could grab them easily.
imafuturist: (the shit you saying?)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-29 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
imafuturist: (side eyeing you)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-29 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
imafuturist: (talking at you)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
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.
imafuturist: (side eyeing you)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Take two of those when you're done eating," Tony said, gesturing at the bottle.
imafuturist: (talking at you)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"They'll work for you," Tony said, nodding. And he just... had them on hand.
imafuturist: (still feeling alone)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
imafuturist: (serious look)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, don't get soft on him now! How else would he learn from his mistakes? His frequent, incessant mistakes.

"Most of them."
imafuturist: (shit balls)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
imafuturist: (sigh)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Do we need to discuss this now?" Tony asked, looking at his untouched slice.
imafuturist: (this could have gone better)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You should get some rest," Tony replied, making his desperately needed retreat sound like it was meant for Steve's health.
imafuturist: (I thought it went well!)

[personal profile] imafuturist 2024-04-30 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"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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