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?"

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[amelioraate]

It is oddly calming to see Ava waking up and just-- being normal. It reminds him of hosing the Avengers, of having a team of people that he would do anything for, and it only manages to resolve his decision to get her an actual bed in this loft. Whether she moved back into communal housing later or not didn't matter; he was going to make sure that she was as comfortable as possible.

"Well that's good, I am glad to hear no one got hurt seriously. Shitty about the complex though, not that those were the most comfortable beds in the world..." A smile curls his lips as he listens to her speak, about them assuming he would wake up any day.

It was nice to know that people thought he was going to be around like that, that there were people who wanted him around like that. "Mmm, if you broke something it just means it needs to be made better. That is how I see it at least. Would have been a great reason to try out making new types of beds. I am sure I could sell a few designs here in some of the spots in town and could make quite the income."

Because, you know, that is the kind of thing that he has to think about. Well, that he is thinking about now because why the hell not.

"Mmm? Coffee? Ah, no. I was just about to go to one of my favourite cafes though, care to join me?"

[krasnaya_vdova]

She was a little wary of something like communal housing, after the fire. She'd thought she could keep it in check, that it wouldn't be that bad, but it had been so much worse. If there are three people that can handle someone like her, it's probably Bucky, Steve and Tony. So she feels... almost safe. Safe as she thinks things get short of finding somewhere in the abandoned city, anyway.

"Yeah, it definitely could have been worse," she admits with a sigh, though it turns into a huff of a laugh at the commentary on the quality of the beds there. "Most things got replaced. I think the beds were largely more of the same." Truth be told they were way better than anything she'd ever been used to, but creature comforts were not exactly something she had a lot of experience with. Hence the fact that sleeping on the couch didn't bother her in the least.

He mentions replacing things and making them better and she hums a little bit thoughtfully. "Well, it's not exactly beds, but I do have a project sort of like that," she admits. "If you're into that sort of thing." It's a little bit playful, amused. She smiles at the offer, nodding in easy agreement.

"Give me just a minute. I'll admit I'm curious to see which cafe is your favorite." She grabs her bag and slips off to change, coming back in worn jeans and a slightly too-big shirt, hair pulled back into a short ponytail.

[amelioraate]

Tony wants to say that, in a sense, it can always be worse. Even when you are so very sure that it can't, there is always a way. But he doesn't think that it is something she needs reminding of right about now. So he laughs and leans against the counter and listens as she tells him about a project. It is pretty damned obvious that he is curious about that.

Eyebrows going up, he gives her a questioning look. "Project, huh? I will admit that you have piqued my curiosity with that, spiderling. We can discuss what kind of bed you would prefer, along with whatever this mysterious project is that you have over coffee, sound fair?"

Not that he expects her to say no. So he waits as she goes to get changed and, upon her return, pushes himself away from the counter and holds an arm out to her, ever the gentleman (kind of).

"Well, let's hope that my coffee tastes are up to par for you. I have to say, part of the reason that I also like this place is the pastries that they have, which you are so trying. They might just change your life, okay."

And, honestly, he isn't joking about that.

[krasnaya_vdova]

She knows it can always be worse. She's seen enough to be aware of what worse looks and sounds like. Everyone had survived, and that was the important part to her. No blood on her hands, deaths on her conscience.

Ava smiles, sharp and bright at the questioning look he gives her- clear that she has his interest and that can only be a good thing. There's a lift of an eyebrow at the spiderling bit, but hey-- it's way better than Natasha Jr so she's not going to argue with the nickname.

"Sounds great," she says in agreement, grabbing some clothes and slipping off to get changed. The note about the bed? She's honestly not entirely sure what to offer aside from something she can't set on fire. She returns not too much later, jeans and a striped shirt, leaves the military jacket behind for the moment after grabbing her wallet out of the pocket. She grins, helplessly amused as she takes his arm.

"Tony, the first time I had coffee it was coffee, instant, type III, freeze dried and included instructions to wait 30 minutes if you'd just chemical purified the water. I'm still pretty amazed at places like Starbucks." The admission is a little wry, but also honest.

"I'll have you know I never turn down pastries." And changing her life with things like that wasn't particularly difficult -- James had done it with diner blueberry pancakes.