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The Famous Pepper Potts ([personal profile] wildlyconflicted) wrote2012-01-31 04:02 pm
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[For Tony]

The world filtered through to her in pieces. Flashes, distant and muddled, too real to be a dream but too obscure to be reality: Tony's voice, strangled with fear and impatience; lights first bright and then dim; the efficient brush of fingers across her skin. Instinctively, she felt she ought to be up, doing something, anything, but every part of her was inexplicably heavy, weighed down with the mantle of sleep. For a long time she gave into the perpetual downward tug into the murky, drifting depths and let herself float there in the dark.

Consciousness returned to Pepper with a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Eyes slit open, the colors of the room were muted, desaturated, as faded as she herself felt. Disoriented but too worn to care much, she stared blearily at the ceiling.

A bed. She was in a bed. And she hurt more than she could have imagined was possible.
notawastedlife: (All these things that I've done.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-02 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
He was still wearing the armor. It was battered, more than it had been. Terrible hadn't gone down easy.

The house... the house hadn't gone down easy, either, but in a different sense. He hadn't even cleaned the dust, the ash off. It would've meant getting up and leaving. Having the armor on meant he didn't have to, trying to get the grime off would have defeated the purpose.

It was probably symbolic, too. Everything seemed to be, all of a sudden. Especially the glowing circle in Pepper's chest.

"Pepper?" he said. More cautiously than usual. If she wasn't waking up on her own, he didn't want to do it. He almost didn't want to it either way, he didn't want to face it. He wanted her awake and well, but he didn't want her to have to wake up and know to do it.
notawastedlife: (Reflecting)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-07 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
What happened.

Everything exploded, that's what happened. The past blew up in his face with a literalness liable to induce despair.

"You had-" he started, but it caught in his throat. Shrapnel didn't seem to cover it.

"A Jericho leveled the house," he said. "I took care of- I dealt with it."

He hadn't taken care. His whole life, he hadn't taken care, and look where they were. He hadn't taken care of Pepper, that was for sure, because look where they were. Look what was in her chest.
notawastedlife: (All these things that I've done.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-09 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Really not," Tony said, staring at the spot where she'd patted the sheets but not actually moving. It really was not okay, and he would not in any way categorize it as such. Even if it was a thing people said. "You were the only- yes."

Casualty didn't seem right. She was alive. But, still, it was the word that came to mind.
notawastedlife: (Not according to plan.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-10 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
That was probably just about the worst sound he'd ever heard, a sound that went on the list above the whine of the missile that had exploded that day years prior and put the shrapnel in his heart.

He remembered this. He remembered waking up with a car battery plugged into his chest. Empathy wasn't exactly a Tony Stark strength, exactly, but he had lived here in this moment and he had not enjoyed it.

"Pride of the Freedom Line," he said, bitterly. "If the blast doesn't kill you, the shrapnel- it was the only way to keep you alive. I had to do it."
notawastedlife: (Personal demons.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-14 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't talking. Over, under, at all. Which certainly made sense. He just didn't know how to operate against a Pepper that wasn't talking at the same time he was. He could say something, but if she wasn't saying something at the same time, it was... hollow. One-sided. Uncontested. Something.

Wrong, was what it was. All of this, it was wrong.

He wasn't in the business of collatoral damage. It should be him in that bed, or nothing at all.

"It'll be-" he stopped, because while he could be flexible on facts, he wouldn't outright lie and say okay, something like that. "I gave you the new one. No palladium poisoning. So."

He swallowed. He still had nothing, basically.
notawastedlife: (Planning something.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-16 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Tony said, reaching for her hand, nearly clutching. The hiss of the movement reminded him that his hands were in the gauntlets, and to not apply any pressure at all. He wished he'd taken it off, now. "Hey. It's fine. You're fine, your system- you'll adapt."

It may have been the first time in Tony's life he'd assumed someone was reacting to news about themselves, rather than him.
notawastedlife: (That's not what I meant)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-16 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
This was, strangely, better. She was crying... the precise same amount, actually. But there was at least a little more fire there, too. It wasn't tamped out.

"...maybe not that fine," he said, finding that this allowed him to straighten up some, too. "I had the suit to protect me, you're-"

Injured. Not broken but... battered. Because, as had been going through his mind, of him. Which was just another reason not to cave on this one.

"I'm not going to weaken your immune system right now. Non-negotiable. When they clear you to be up and about we'll argue about it again."

By that time, hopefully, he'd have put together his own replacement.
notawastedlife: (All these things that I've done.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-16 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not watching you be poisoned by an arc reactor I made, that's in your chest because of a missile I designed," Tony said, leaning back slightly, lacing his hands together and staring at them. "This is on me, Pepper. I'll take the hit, because I should have- I should have taken the other one. There shouldn't have been one."

Somewhere, he'd messed up. Hadn't seen everything coming, hadn't covered all the angles. Some genius.
notawastedlife: (Proof that Tony Stark has a heart.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-17 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"...no," he said, after all of this, but responding rather belatedly to the middle question. He hadn't. It hadn't exactly occurred.

"I don't- we'll discuss it when you're better. Pete's stopgap means it'll barely be getting sick-"

Which was an argument for her side, as well.

"-later. Iloveyoutoo."
notawastedlife: (Concerned attention.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-17 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
As usual, not the response he'd intended.

Now he just felt worse, and stared at her, aghast and completely at a loss.

He twisted in his seat, in case there was a doctor about to render some kind of medical assistance to Pepper's condition, which was...

...about the same, just with extra crying. Not a medical issue. Emotional. His fault. Some more. And he had exactly no basis for figuring out how to proceed. He started pulling a gauntlet off, anyway; h'd had about enough of sitting there in the armor, and touching even her hand with the metal in the way wasn't even the slightest bit the same.

"...could have timed that better."
notawastedlife: (Not according to plan.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-17 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Does someone have a- there's a bandage," Tony said, seizing on this as an opportunity to actually do something, where that something was rummage on the table next to her. "And- yes. Tissue."

He handed it over, with the hand he'd managed to get the armor off of, watching her cautiously, as if she might-

Well, as if she might start crying again.
notawastedlife: (Walked right into that one.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-18 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Least I could do," Tony said, adding a moment later, "probably... literally."

The crying had subsided, and she wasn't yelling at him. In other circumstances, he'd have counted it a win.

In other circumstances, she wasn't in a clinic bed and they hadn't been arguing over who got to wear the poisonous arc reactor. (Him, obviously. He'd have to find a doctor to back up that it would always be a bad idea this close to the accident. Which meant finding a doctor he could pay off with air conditioning or something.)
notawastedlife: (All these things that I've done.)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-19 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
"So do I," Tony muttered, pulling the gauntlet off his other hand.

The most he could have done was ensure none of it had been necessary. Been better prepared. Done... something. Kept the house standing. More importantly, kept Pepper standing, instead of laid up here.

"You're welcome," he said, louder, overriding the previous thought. "Thank you. For... not- Do you need more painkillers? Doc!"
notawastedlife: (Reflecting)

[personal profile] notawastedlife 2012-02-24 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"On it, ditto to the... love thing, I'll be right back," Tony said, jumping to his feet, mentally brushing the request to stop beating himself up aside. He felt it was still justified. Kept him honest. From slipping.

Now, though, he had a doctor to track down and browbeat into providing additional painkillers.