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femmejosephine ([personal profile] femmejosephine) wrote2017-08-25 10:57 pm
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Patching Tony Up - August 24

 Honestly, she loved being an EMT.  It let her use some of the skills Section had taught her but in a way that actually helped people instead of hurting them.  And yeah, she didn't mind the adrenaline rush she got from working to stabilize someone who'd fallen off a building or gotten bit by a vampire or hit by a car.  It was a good use of an adrenaline rush, not a bad one.

She also loved being a restaurant owner, though, and she was working hard to balance the two.  It helped that she had a good new waitress in Debora.  That girl knew how to handle customers, good and bad.  It meant Nikita didn't worry too much about what would happen when she was working a shift at the hospital or recovering from it.

Today was the day after a recovery day, and so she was at the restaurant checking on things and hopefully doing a little paperwork.  She glanced up when the front door opened only to see Tony Stark in front of her looking pitiful and injured.

Oh, this was going to be a good story.  She could tell already.  
ahollowman: (but she's not coming back)

[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-08-30 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Tony tried to give Nikita what amounted to an innocent shrug. He grimaced afterward, having stretched the slash of a wound across his bicep, still sluggishly oozing blood onto his thankfully black tee.

It needed stitches, and he knew he needed medical attention to get them. He knew where he could buy antibiotics without a prescription, but not the skill to stitch his own arm.

He cradled one arm in the other. He sucked in a breath.

"Yeah, hi. Don't mean to show up to bother you at work, but I could really use you for you know? Please?"
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-08-31 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony did his best to smile at Nikita even more broadly. He followed close on her heels, glad enough to be away from the front of the restaurant. The last thing he needed was a photo of him bleeding in front of the counter to make its way into the news or social media. Bad for him, probably worse for Nikita which was again, bad for him.

"Tried to stop a mugging. Brought a repulsor to a knife fight. As it turns out, I'm bad at knifey-knifey."

The office was tiny, and Tony quickly found a chair and dragged himself into it. He was putting up a good front, but the pain was bad, and he was exhausted.

"Just ... hospital would have asked too many questions."
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you're joking, but I definitely want to avoid that. I get to play with my big boy toys because I don't break the wrong rules or too often, and I'm content with that. I end up shuffled to the psych floor because I clearly have a death wish, it's going to make doing my own thing a memory."

He wrinkled his brow in preparation. It was going to hurt. He was used to hurting. But he didn't think the sting of papercuts or wound cleaning ever got any better. Head trauma? Bruised kidneys? Those, you could get used to.

Tony peeled back the arm of his tee, shredded, to help her. He was pretty sure he was just in the way, but he'd already committed to it.
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-20 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I can take it," Tony said to her, giving Nikita a flat-mouthed, thin-lipped look that was only a little too serious. Because Tony was not actually ready to guarantee he could take it.

Not without whining about it, at least.

He wasn't, after all, exactly a Steve Rogers. That was fine.

"You do what you need to do. I just don't want to leave a paper trail with this kind of thing. It looks bad, I know from experience. Way too much experience. I like what I do. I don't want to stop doing it."
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony's mouth twitched at the lidocaine. It had a little sting to it at first, like alcohol did, but soon enough feeling started to dull. He always disliked the way lidocaine felt, the way you could feel pressure but not a lot else. It was unsettling.

"So you end up having to do this a lot? Or is it just little old me? Because at this point, I should probably put you on some kind of secret payroll or something."

She would honestly deserve it, too. With weird men showing up at her workplace, needing assistance at any time of night.
ahollowman: (i'm just fearing one day soon)

[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-26 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony laughed at and you, of course, and then grimaced at the lingering alcohol sting.

He braced himself for the needle. It would hurt, but it wouldn't be an unfamiliar hurt.

"Remind me to send you just the biggest damn wine basket for Christmas this year."

His eyes were honest, despite the joke.
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-27 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ow," Tony complained when she was suddenly stitching. But he didn't move or pull his arm away. He fought with the urge to reach out and rub at the wound and the fresh stitch. If he touched, he'd probably get a swat, and he'd deserve it.

"Here's the secret. Nobody actually knows good wine from bad. I mean, sure, if you've tasted that particular wine before, you can recognize it. But other than that, the good stuff, the crap stuff, there's not a lot of difference. But it would be the good stuff. I want you to know that. I would give you the good stuff."
ahollowman: (but she's not coming back)

[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-29 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Tony grimaced and banged a fist a few times, gently enough not to break anything or upset any stacks of business papers, on the desk beside him.

"I mean, I'm sure they have themselves convinced that the wine has oak and peach undertones. Whether that matches up with objective reality, maybe not, but damn they get paid well. You're right, though. Rich people are pretentious. Just look at me, right? Basically just one giant pretense. Not even an actual person."
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-09-29 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It was very cynical, and Tony tilted his head, thinking of nothing so much as Natasha.

Once she was done, Tony had the urge to scratch at the sutured wound. He sat on his hands to avoid the temptation, lest he ruin Nikita's work.

"Hey. Don't make fun. I've totally saved the world before. At least once. So anything is possible."

He gave Nikita a very serious look.
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[personal profile] ahollowman 2017-10-11 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Good for you."

Tony gave a snort, because it seemed very patronizing, and it probably was, but also, he deserved it, and he couldn't prove it.

"I guess I should at least do you the -- arguable -- kindness of sticking around and ordering fifty dollars worth of food and mixed drinks to make up for your time."

He could use the drink, actually. And a sandwich.