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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 sometime later in the week that Tony makes his way to Gramarye, idle curiosity and perhaps more than just a bit of a bad habit on wanting to make sure that while he was napping, certain individulas didn't suddenly decide they wanted to go back to shitty capes and world domination plots.

Not that he doesn't think that Steve and Bucky would have handled it already, but-- whatever. Was he a little paranoid? Maybe, but he also didn't want to find out in a week that Victor decided he wanted a new suit and just... took Tony's. Because apparently, that is something that the former villain was prone to doing on occasion. So he wanders into the facility, taking note of the newer names, and not-so-subtly makes his way towards the office of one Victor Von Doom.

Forgoing a knock, Tony just walks into the office, looking around the moment he enters as if he expects to see his armour in the corner (even though he knows it is in his workshop, still).

"Morning sunshine, didn't steal my shit while I was out, did you? "

Ava's schedule is more than a little erratic when it comes to when she's around, so it's hardly surprising she doesn't see him until late. She's catching a few hours on Bucky's couch after hitting the gym; she'd been up all night working on the skytram. Maybe to most people sleeping on someone's couch wouldn't be great arrangement, but considering most of Ava's life has consisted of either imprisonment or a forgotten about basement in whatever city she was staying in-- a couch wasn't bad at all.

She sits up, stretching with a yawn, blinking her eyes and she smiles a little awkwardly. "Morning. You okay now?" She slips out of bed in a teeshirt and pajama pants, don't judge her. She knows this is a little awkward, given that she wasn't here when Tony went under.

"There was a fire in the residential building." She tries to not look guilty when she says that. "Bucky offered me a place to stay." She does not try to hide the fondness when she mentions Bucky, though.

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?"

[ It takes Tony a few days to get back into his workshop, to immerse himself into gears and wires and everything that he missed about the world, but once he is in there, it is like he never left. the first order of business is to program the Roombas to not touch coffee anymore. or ever. at all. also maybe to make some mugs that don't spill or something. then he can get to work on other things.

like cleaning and sorting through the scraps that are left.

he is halfway through diving into the coding of things when he hears a familiar voice at the door. looking up with a grin he waves Sam in.]

Birdbrain, nice to see you!

When Tony comes back from coffee and planning with Ava, he has two different bags with pastries in hand and an extra cup of coffee in hand. It is later in the afternoon, but coffee and pastries can never be too late, right? Right. He wanders into the flat, putting one bag of pastries on the counter for later, and takes the other one towards the lower level where he is sure to find Bucky working on something or another.

When he finds the soldier, he smiles and holds up the bag.

"Hey, Bucky! If I ply you with coffee and sweet things, think you could help me out with making a bed for our darling little spider that has taken up residence here?"

The request is completed with a pleading look (well mostly pleading, and maybe a little amused).

It is somewhere between first waking up and the first round of checks, and finally being saved by Steve, that Tony is graced with Stephen number two. Tony thinks that he must have some kind of sixth sense for when Tony was starting to get bored and had pulled one of the many machines that were still in his room onto the bed to pick apart (seriously, don't they know to take these kinds of things away from him?).

The faceplating is off, and Tony is humming as he starts to look for some the difference in this compared to what they have back home when he realizes that he isn't alone. The smile that he shoots Stephen is not even a little bit sorry about the almost-mess that is about to be made.

"Ah, morning. Afternoon? I don't know anymore. " He pauses, scratches his head as he gives Stephen a curious look. "You wouldn't happen to have brought any coffee with you, huh?"

[ The text comes as a shock. Steve has been visiting Tony regularly, sitting beside him, sometimes talking just to get the weight off of his chest, wondering if he's going to be destined to call out into a void forever. The doctors have assured him that Tony is stable and has a good chance at recovering, for whatever that is worth, but Steve isn't a doctor and he doesn't know. So when he gets the message, it's completely unexpected, like an absurdity that shouldn't be real.

He sends a reply, apprehension gripping him. ]

Tony? Have you spoken to a doctor yet?

Do you know where you are?

She'd heard murmuring lately that Tony was awake after his long nap. Something about a laboratory accident, and honestly, she'd kind of thought that he'd maybe managed to trip over that stupid Roomba or one of a thousand coffee cups and give himself a wonderful goose egg and a long sleep from a desk, or something. The idea of an explosion, though? Kind of jarring. Not at all unexpected if she's honest, but she'd certainly not thought that he would manage to blow himself up so badly that he'd be in the hospital for close to a month. Another accomplishment to add to his long list so far as he's concerned, she's sure, but..

Regardless of all of that madness Re-L's decided to make a little trip to Tony's workshop to see if he's there and, more importantly, if he could do her a favor. If he wasn't.. she'd just have to wait a little longer for her request, her typical holo notebook tucked under her arm carefully. Doubtless he could hear her before he saw her, as per usual wearing heels despite how much she probably didn't need to be wearing them in the busy streets of the Quarantine, that head of dark hair poking around the door jam of his building space to take it in.

From what she can tell it's more trashed than the last time she was there, and there's no sighting of that Roomba yet -

"Stark? Are you in workable enough condition to be here?"

There was suddenly a suspicious lack of nurses in the general area of Tony's room. This might have seemed odd had Ivar not taken it into his head to visit his friend when he heard that he'd woken up out of his coma. Most of the hospital staff hadn't forgotten the Viking's infamous temper tantrums when he had been a patient, which included slashing a doctor with a scalpel, nor his intense anger at the entire staff for failing to help Letha.

He rolled into Tony's room, axe by his side, and the arm braces Tony had made for him strapped to his forearms. "I'm so pleased to see you aren't dead." Though he was prone to biting sarcasm most of the time, Ivar was entirely sincere in this instance. Comas in Viking times meant that you just slipped away into death. There was no coming back from them.

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user_identity: victor.von.doom { span_location: office; engage: world_domination!? }

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

user_identity: sam.wilson { span_location: workshop; engage: BROWNIES! }

user_identity: bucky.barnes { span_location: loft; engage: lets_build_shit }

user_identity: babyface.stephen { span_location: hospital; engage: but_WHY }

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