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riverviewlogs2018-06-10 10:41 pm
buildsomething) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-06-10 10:41 pm
Entry tags:
[closed] never be, never see
who: Sam and Tony
what: Canon updating and the fallout
when: June 10
where: Riverview Hospital
warnings: Major Infinity War spoilers, others below cut
Extra warnings: Injury, death, panic attacks
There was something missing in his memory. Or maybe the problem was that there was too many memories, and something had gotten cut to fit them all into his head. But Tony registered a hospital room around him, and he had absolutely no idea how he'd gotten there.
Hospital. Not a desolate alien planet. He could hear people moving around in the hall outside, but Tony still had to glance down at his hands to make sure they were clean. He wasn't there. But he had been, the ache in his side made that clear enough. Hadn't he? Two different versions of the past year were at war in his head, until his vision nearly doubled.
The worst had come, every single one of Tony's worst nightmares. Only somewhere under that, he knew that he had been sitting in his workshop with one of those containers, half-seriously wondering how bad it could really be. And Sam had --
Tony's eyes shot wide, and he suddenly straightened as much as he could, eyes tearing away from where they'd been fixed on his hands. "Sam?"
what: Canon updating and the fallout
when: June 10
where: Riverview Hospital
warnings: Major Infinity War spoilers, others below cut
Extra warnings: Injury, death, panic attacks
There was something missing in his memory. Or maybe the problem was that there was too many memories, and something had gotten cut to fit them all into his head. But Tony registered a hospital room around him, and he had absolutely no idea how he'd gotten there.
Hospital. Not a desolate alien planet. He could hear people moving around in the hall outside, but Tony still had to glance down at his hands to make sure they were clean. He wasn't there. But he had been, the ache in his side made that clear enough. Hadn't he? Two different versions of the past year were at war in his head, until his vision nearly doubled.
The worst had come, every single one of Tony's worst nightmares. Only somewhere under that, he knew that he had been sitting in his workshop with one of those containers, half-seriously wondering how bad it could really be. And Sam had --
Tony's eyes shot wide, and he suddenly straightened as much as he could, eyes tearing away from where they'd been fixed on his hands. "Sam?"