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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[metalmenace]

He's aware of his own worst habits from before. He just hates that other people do too. Eventually, he will accept how people deal with him, but for now it still bothers him like an itch he can't reach.

Weirdly enough, Victor seems to have gone the exact opposite of his usual grandiose interior decorating, choosing to be more muted and almost bland, making his office seem more like it the office of some dull, stuffy professor than one that belonged to Victor von Doom, former King of Latveria and would-be world ruler. Maybe he got it all out of his system in Battleworld, who knows?

"I will continue to remind you that I have changed until you realize I'm telling the truth," he states in an even tone. And the books are magic, he doesn't need titles to know what he's grabbing. Or they're fake books to make him look smart. "I think it would be a good idea to not do that again. There are some people who might be upset that you blew yourself up."

Ignore the little signs around the office that hint at Victor staying there instead of communal housing. That's not important. Neither is the fact that he seems very slightly annoyed by the fact that Tony was in a coma for a month.

[amelioraate]

Sorry Victor, you can't just erase your past magically. Well, actually you personally probably could, but then are you really any better than you were? Tony might eventually warm up a little more, he doesn't feel the need to don the suit every time he sees you anymore, so that is a start of sorts.

The decoration does leave Tony feeling... a little off-kilter. It's not really sparse but... minimal. Interesting. Tony moves over to some books, poking the spines that are empty. Or clearly not a language known to him, and hums. "Uh huh, you gotta just... prove it really. Can't really blame me for thinking you were gonna make off with my newest suit, can you?"

There is a pointed look, c'mon, you stole the other one when you were 'reformed' so.... Tony is still looking at the shelves and the books when Victor speaks and when Tony turns to look at him there is a raised eyebrow. There is almost a twitch of a smile on his face, like he knows that somehow him being in a coma inconvenienced him. He doesn't think that Victor was upset about it, no, just-- annoyed. Maybe because he wasn't the one to put Tony there, maybe because of another reason entirely, but--

"Uh huh, I have made a note to not do that again, I do hate hospitals so." A shrug, casual as he moves towards the desk and leans over, fingers twitching and itching to get into the information there. Even if it is magic. "You know, I'm sure if you asked Stephen nicely enough, he would give you one of the many bedrooms slash pockets of space-time to stay in, it would be totally better than this place."

Sorry, did you want him to not comment on that? Yeah, no.