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

[amelioraate]

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?"

Comments

[amelioraate]

Hey now! The mice can't help you make cool new shit for your wings! And that was said... fondly okay. Wow.

[ there is more laughter as he gets up, stepping around the small mess that has been started already since his coming back into the workshop. sure it isn't terrible, but-- whatever. there are grabby hands as Sam holds out the container, the genius cracking into it quickly with a gleeful noise.

yes, brownies!]

Nah, you're a good conversationalist too thankfully, but the food totally helps. [ he takes a bit and hums happily. ] What's up?

[wingedman]

Maybe not tech, but they've got a pretty good flair for aesthetics. Wanda's influence, with added feathers and snakeskin.

[Which are provided by Sam - or, more accurately, by Jareth - whenever he needs to bribe them. If he gave them food all the time, they'd be rolling around the house.]

Just checking in on you and your army of killer vacuums, that's all. Do they still clean floors? I thought about liberating one to clean the house, but I'm not sure it's safe to have around the mice.

[amelioraate]

[ The noise that Tony makes is caught between a snort and him choking a little on the baked goods that he is shoving in his mouth. Well done, Sam, well done. ]

Uh huh, perfect. Because that's what you need to look for in people that handle your wings, a flair for the dramatic.

[ POINTED LOOK.]

Hey, you can totally take one if you want, except the one with the burn marks, his coding looks like it's been tampered with a little bit, so I have to fix it. The rest of them should be fine, but don't be surprised if you see the mice using them as steeds.

[wingedman]

I'll admit, they probably don't need real feathers attached.

[And like crimson red wings made of light aren't dramatic enough as it is.]

Besides, you'll take any excuse to get your hands on them. It's like porn or something.

[There's a pause as Sam thinks about mice riding on roombas equipped with knives and flamethrowers. This is either the best idea ever or the worst idea ever.]

.....can they climb stairs yet?

[amelioraate]

No, that... might fuck them up a bit to be honest.

[ though he is totally laughing at the idea, the mental image. please god do not let the mice near your wings. ]

Well, have you seen those wings? C'mon, I love engineering, it really is my one true love okay. You cannot blame me!

[ yeah you keep thinking about weird jousting mice, Tony is going to continue stuffing his face with food. because yes, good. this is delicious. hope you didn't want some, or you know, for there to be leftovers because he hasn't had real food in literally a month. ]

Mmm, they hover. Less like climbing because the mechanical legs are.... eugh. [ he shudders. ] Make 'em look like mechanical roaches and no thanks.

[wingedman]

Totally blaming you, Stark. I'm pretty sure you moan whenever you look at them.

[He's only mostly teasing. And you just go on ahead stuffing your face with the rest of Sam's birthday cake, it's fine.]

You ever think about eating things that aren't dessert? Like a balanced diet and not just cake and coffee?

[Oh, god, hovering roombas.] Just a couple inches, though, right? The mice wouldn't be able to actually fly on them?