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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[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.