riverviewlogs | listen, i know i asked the universe for a nap but--

who: Tony Stark and YOU
what: someone wakes up from a coma?
when: end of September to early October
where: hospital, the loft he shares with Steve and Bucky, his partially ruined workshop, wherever?
warnings: none at the moment, will be updated as necessary!
other: Hit me up on plurk or via pm if you want a starter! Or, feel free to just come across him at any of the places mentioned above. He will also be catching up on lost coffee consumed.

user_identity: stephen.strange { span_location: hospital; engage: what_the_hell }

Waking up to the strangely clean cut and well rested face of Stephen Strange is high on the list of shit that Tony never thought he would see. For a good moment, Tony is almost positive that he is either a) dreaming, or b) in a new alternate universe.

Turns out neither.

"Jesus fuck, Stephen?"

Tony wincing at the sound of his own voice, rough and cracked from disuse and holy fuck, how long has he been out? It was clearly a while because he is hooked up to more than the usual IV and--

"What the hell... Stephen, what happened?"

It's a legitimate question because the last thing he really remembers is working in the workshop and... huh.

user_identity: steve.rogers { span_location: hospital&loft; engage: wake_up_call }

When Tony wakes up, he is not where he last remembers being. Granted,
when he tries to really think about it, he can't remember much of anything beyond going for coffee with Steve and then... a really long stint in the workshop. There are vague memories of making some progress on the things that he was building for the perimeter, but then--

Nothing.

Waking up to white sterile walls and the familiar smell of hospital is a lot less surprising than it should be. The only surprising thing about waking up here is what he wakes up with, but that is something he will have to deal with later. For now, he has to deal with doctor check-ups (ones with less judgement than his first interaction) and trying to find his damn phone so that he can get out of here as soon as possible. Not that he doesn't love being in the hospital, but-- well he doesn't.

As soon as he has a moment to breath, he snatches up his phone and sends a text to Steve.

So apparently I shouldn't give roombas coffee, who knew huh?

Followed a few moments later by: Think you could come pick me up? Maybe bring me some clothes that don't smell like bleach? Please?

Then he flops back on the bed and waits.

user_identity: ava.orlova { span_location: loft; engage: coffee_times }

The first time back to the loft, Tony heads right to the shower, not really looking around or taking note of the place and what has changed in the month since he took his extended nap.
He just-- wants the smell off and wants his own bed (well as close to his own bed as he can get here)
and actual sleep because, for a guy that just slept for a month, he is tired.

He wakes up the next day and is impressed that he actually slept a decent amount. Now, there was a great need for coffee. And probably more than one pastry from that place he loves because he deserved it damnit, screw the whole only eat plain things. He wanted chocolate.

Showering and dressing is done on automatic, and it isn't until Tony wanders out to the main are that he notices there is an addition to the place. Ava is curled up on the couch, red hair bright against the dark fabric, and for a moment Tony stops and blinks. Then, more than a little awkwardly:

"Um, morning?"

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It is when he is on his way back to the loft after checking up on Doom that Tony thinks about swinging by Loki's office. He isn't sure what exactly prompts him, the lingering conversation with Steve, or with the other Loki, but-- Well, it feels more or less normal to wander the halls and head towards the office that he knows belongs to one Loki Laufeyson. Not that he knows if the god will even be there, but he thinks that he needs to at least try.

This time Tony does knock on the door (something he didn't do for Victor) but he is also a little more leary of what Loki might do if startled.

"Loki? You around?"

[ Loki jerks his head up, his eyes narrowing. So Stark has recovered. How . . . grating. It had been rather nice without him around. He debates simply letting him linger outside, unsure of Loki's favor before he opens the door with a flick of his hand. There isn't much in the way of papers in Loki's office. It is both shadowed and light, with a few strange plants in the corners and a small mobile made of gems hanging by the window, reflecting patterns of rainbow light across the room. ]

So. You're alive.

[ His voice is cool and unruffled as his eyes sweep over Stark with a frown. Not even a wound. ]

[ Tony didn't really expect to be greeted with any kind of warmth or camaraderie, so the bland way that the trickster greets him just makes him laugh as he pushes into the office. it is-- nice. bereft of more trinkets, things that he expected based more on his knowledge of Loki's other self than of the being before him.

still, there is enough at least to catch Tony's gaze for a moment as he looks around before giving the god a wry look.]

I am alive. Like a few others, I am apparently hard to kill. I did ask the universe for a nap, didn't think it would give me a month long one.

A month is rather generous.

[ And it had been a nice month. While he does not wish his other self any kind of pain, Stark's absence made the jealousy subside to easier levels. He can already feel it bubbling back to the surface, but he puts a tight lid on it. He barely skirted through, last time. He's not keen on a repeat, so soon. It is much better to wait for an opportunity than to create one. ]

What business do you have here? I would have thought you would seek company elsewhere.

It is, perhaps the universe was trying to be kind in a sense.

[ there is another pointed look; he isn't as unaware of the potential train of thought that the god might have at the moment, he knows that Loki probably enjoyed not having him around no matter what the state of his relationship might be with Steve. still, he doesn't want there to be more friction between them then there has to be.

hence why he is here.

with a huff, Tony wanders into the room a little more, hands in his pockets as if that might make him seem... less imposing. right.]

Was making sure Victor didn't steal more of my shit while I was out, thought I would swing by and say hi. [ a pause, and a considering look. ] And see if you wanted to grab a coffee? I still owe you a thanks for helping me with that magic shit.

[ The corner of his eyes tighten at the idea of kindness, but Loki does not rise to the bait. Gracefully, he rises from his corner. The jeweled mobile throws colours in his hair. ]

I doubt Victor would stoop to such lengths. Or least, he would not leave damning evidence around this institute. And do you really think my help can be repaid with coffee?

You say that, but how do you think he got his Iron Man suit? Apparently took it while I was in a coma. SO yeah, he would stoop and he would probably tell me just to see me get annoyed.

[ and yet, Tony doesn't sound as pissed off as he probably should be about that. almost like he was used to the weird way Victor worked or something.

the indignation in the question makes Tony snort, pointed look at the god.]

No, no I don't think it can be, but it is also me attempting to hold out an olive branch of sorts and I know that you at least don't hate coffee, so....

[ Personally, Loki thinks the Iron Man suit is always in better hands than Stark's, but he's aware that he is the minority here. Although this Stark is at least more self-aware than the one Loki knows. He weighs his options before grudgingly making an allowance. ]

Very well.

[ The engineer doesn't even try to hide the way he sags a little in relief when Loki agrees, shooting him a thankful smile. Despite.... well, everything, he doesn't dislike the god, nor does he want the god to dislike him. Tolerate is really what he is going for, he wants Loki to be able to tolerate him. ]

You have a favourite cafe here, or feel like trying someplace new?

Since this is your idea, I'll let you take the reins.

[ That way, Loki can freely criticize Stark's taste. ]

listen, i know i asked the universe for a nap but--

user_identity: loki { span_location: office; engage: try_again }

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