Natasha didn’t think of knocking before she came in. It didn’t seem necessary; what else would a man like Tony Stark be doing other than tending to his suits? It seemed rude walking in on a man undressing and her first reaction should be to leave and pretend she saw nothing. But the thin red lines that marked his skin caused her to freeze at her place. It had been a while since she saw marks similar to these.
“The last time Fury sent me to check on you, you were well.” She started, keeping her cool, “Should I ask what happened? Or do I have to make you tell me?”
Tony jumped, not expecting to have been interrupted. He stared Natasha down, sighing heavily. “Some of this is from the last fight. Suit took a lot of damage and so did I. I don’t know if I feel up to talking about how the other ones got here.”
“I’m listening” She stated simply. She made herself comfortable in one of the nearby seats. Her posture made it obvious that she’s not leaving without an answer.
Tony sighed again and sank heavily into a chair. “I really…” He shook his head. “I got low again. And it took the edge off.”
He grunted in acknowledgement. “Rest.” He instructed. “Hulk protect. Tony rest”
Tony nodded and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, protected by the Hulk.
It wasn’t until Tony was fast asleep that the Hulk shifted back to Bruce, who placed Tony gently on the couch with his blanket, before beginning to check him over for serious injuries.
Tony shifted in his sleep, almost as if he were moving to let Bruce check him over. His tears had dried on his face once he’d fallen asleep. His eyes opened a crack and he stared up at Bruce. “Welcome back.”
Bruce’s heart was completely broken for Tony, as he looked him over.
“Hi…” He breathed, brushing his fingers, gently, over Tony’s cracked jaw. “I have some pain killers for you… if you want them.”
Tony nodded, wincing when Bruce touched his jaw. “Hurts,” he mumbled. “Just wanna sleep…”
He grunted in acknowledgement. “Rest.” He instructed. “Hulk protect. Tony rest”
Tony nodded and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, protected by the Hulk.
It wasn’t until Tony was fast asleep that the Hulk shifted back to Bruce, who placed Tony gently on the couch with his blanket, before beginning to check him over for serious injuries.
Tony shifted in his sleep, almost as if he were moving to let Bruce check him over. His tears had dried on his face once he’d fallen asleep. His eyes opened a crack and he stared up at Bruce. “Welcome back.”
Natasha didn’t think of knocking before she came in. It didn’t seem necessary; what else would a man like Tony Stark be doing other than tending to his suits? It seemed rude walking in on a man undressing and her first reaction should be to leave and pretend she saw nothing. But the thin red lines that marked his skin caused her to freeze at her place. It had been a while since she saw marks similar to these.
“The last time Fury sent me to check on you, you were well.” She started, keeping her cool, “Should I ask what happened? Or do I have to make you tell me?”
Tony jumped, not expecting to have been interrupted. He stared Natasha down, sighing heavily. “Some of this is from the last fight. Suit took a lot of damage and so did I. I don’t know if I feel up to talking about how the other ones got here.”
But why? ;; ~;;?
No matter how many times/people I ask, no one ever plays with her.
She’s starting to get sad.
He grunted in acknowledgement. “Rest.” He instructed. “Hulk protect. Tony rest”
Tony nodded and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep, protected by the Hulk.
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nottheotherguyyet sent: Bruce walked up behind Tony, brushing his fingers along the familiar scars. "That one's new..." He said softly, touching a recently healed mark that Bruce hadn't seen before. |
Tony swallowed and nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Last battle. It got pretty ugly.”
