[ It's cool he's not totally sure he's that keen on leaving her here himself anyway, he just figured she'd be more comfortable sleeping in her own bed. Maybe not. ]
Most of them. I was reading a feed in the other room. [ Another pause, because... Pause. ] I might stay. Look at it throughout the night, you know. Make sure it actually continues to hold up properly and isn't just a temporary 'fixed for four hours' thing. Chemistry can be tricky. [ Well, it can be, just usually not for him. It's a pretty thin excuse, but it's one that either of them can grab onto to save face. ]
Then stop saying being a superhero means you can do anything.
[ Spirit in it, if tired sounding.
And that's an excuse she'll go ahead and seize on, because she doesn't really want him to leave at all. She'll sort out her shields carefully, that's all, make sure she's tied everything down. ] Yeah? That sounds like a good idea. Guardian angel and all that.
[ Ow, okay. ] Just for future reference, next time you want to teach me something, you don't quite need to go all out with it.
[ Well, no, she probably does, but not like this, okay. This is bad. But, he's quite pleased she chose to take the excuse. ] Do you want to like, take a bath or a shower or change first? I can... leave and come back, or you know, help in a totally guardian-type fashion, or if you're tired, I mean, it doesn't matter, it's up to you.
I'm just taking the learning opportunity in hand. [ Please Tony she always needs to go all out to teach you something, this is a constant.
But yes she does agree that this is perhaps taking that a little far, if it had been on purpose. Also she's just realizing that getting undressed might be a little difficult, and that there's blood on her clothes, and sleeping like that would be unpleasant. ] Shower - bath would be good, but I might need some help with clothes. [ The rest she can probably figure out for herself, and if not, well, she's both too proud and too independent to ask for help getting clean. ]
So. You get out of as much as you can and like, shout, or should I just help you out from the start? Hey, JARVIS: Bath, Gibson, normal-to-hot temperature. Thanks buddy.
I don't think I can work my shirt or bra at all, so maybe from the start. [ Pants are a little bit easier, and she's just going to go ahead and start unbuttoning those so she can step out of them. Tony's seen everything of hers anyways, if right now in the light of day and this whole incident her scars look too obvious to her. ] Thanks JARVIS.
Okay, yeah. That works. [ Normally he's totally cool with helping her out of her clothes, but this is because she's injured and she's not in immediate danger anymore, so the parameters are all weird. ]
[ Dropping her pants and underwear with a faint wince and kicking them away before turning back to him, not really realizing that he's unsure because it doesn't occur to her at all that the circumstances might change how he feels about it. She's mostly just thinking of the next step and the end result of sleeping and whether that will be a good thing or a bad thing and that he'll be there. ] Honestly the shirt might just need to be cut off. Maybe not, I don't know. [ Heading towards the bathroom instead. ] I think there's scissors in here.
[ Honestly it was probably a small hiccup, borne of adrenaline, adrenaline, oh thank god she seems okay, rest, moving, oh god my feelings tonight are all over the place. They're just not sure what to do anymore and he doesn't understand his feelings half the time so it all just comes across as a brief pause while he and they all try to reset at least enough to provide movement again.
Like now, when she walks over to the bathroom, he moves to follow her. Clearly she isn't feeling anything odd about this so he brushes it off and restarts and comes in to look for the scissors. ] We can send them a bill for the new one.
[ Emotions are hard, yeah. Maybe once she's taken a bath and she's not got her own blood and that other guy's all over her she'll remember to take another look at his mind. For the moment she's mildly distracted, and now he's following her so all must be fine. Or for the moment, at least. ]
We can send them a bill for all kinds of things. Disturbance of peace of mind, recuperation of blood loss, being dicks.
[ She is better, and she would stubbornly maintain that against any attempt to tell her to concentrate on herself instead of him. Mostly because she'd rather concentrate on him.
And okay, good, she steps towards him and holds her arms out from her body a little, giving him room to work. ] Go to town, I don't care about this shirt. Being a hostage-taking dick, does that sound better?
[ He starts cutting - he wasn't really concerned about the shirt either; he can always get her another one, and being personally unattached to things like that he simply hadn't thought about not just replacing it even if there were objections. So he starts cutting, and then pauses. ]
No. It doesn't, it sounds... [ The smallest of resetting head-shakes, and then resuming the cutting. ] I don't know, I'm just getting creepy Kool-Aid guy vibes from that for some reason.
Yeah, well, they were probably brainwashed so that works. [ Just kind of closing her eyes and waiting, talking so he knows she's still totally aware and so that she doesn't slip into thinking too much. ] If they weren't brainwashed they were idiots.
[ He's thinking about the cutting, but she's right, if he noticed that she'd just stopped talking, all his attention would be laser sharp back on her again.
It doesn't take long to cut the shirt off - three cuts, and by the last one, he's standing behind her anyway, so he turns to set the scissors down. ] That's how it normally seems to go, anyway. [ Undoing the bra clasp, sliding the straps down over her shoulders, but leaving her and gravity to handle it from there as he turns to actually put the scissors away and check on the bath. ]
[ People who are skilled in successfully placating an on edge Sentinel about her injuries - her. She's had practice.
She slides the bra off, runs a hand over her ribs for a moment in self evaluation and then moves to join him at the bath, glancing down at it for a moment before she looks over at him, evaluating. Wondering. ] You good?
[ That's not just in reference to him, she was still a vigilante in a fairly dangerous line of work while she was first bonded.
Because worrying about him is a lot easier than thinking about any of - yes, that. Than thinking about herself. ] Yeah, but I've been all taken care of. [ Staring dubiously at the descent into the bath. ] You haven't.
Nothing happened to me. [ Arms wide, indicating the total lack of serious injury. Sure, some scrapes and bruises, but nothing major. ] Are you gonna get in this bath? It's pretty tempting. You put it off too much longer and maybe I'll take advantage of it just being there and all.
I'm gonna get in. Just. [ Okay, yeah, she can maneuver her way in without too much problem, yeah. She'll just set to work on that. ] You can come in anyways, though. If you want.
[ And with a glance up at him. ] I know not physically, but that was a lot to handle sense-wise. It's all good?
Also tempting, but I think I'm gonna pass. I'm sorta feeling a snack, so I'm gonna go get that, and then I'll be back, probably lie down out there, you know, whenever you're finished in here. Everything's fine, don't worry. Just a snack.
I worry like it's going out of style. [ Or. Some other metaphor, don't judge her right now. But she slips into the bath and okay yes this is pretty much perfect she could fall asleep in here. Or at least, she could if she wasn't about to scrub blood off into the water. ] Okay. Go eat, I'll be out in a little bit.
[ No judging. He's just happy she didn't press further, because it's not bad, but he does need a little time alone to sort through things. He goes and grabs a snack - some kind of apple and a bowl of chexmix, because why not - and then lies down on the couch outside until Jarvis alerts him that the water is draining out of the tub, at which point Tony relocates to the side of the bed it looks like Max doesn't sleep on and flips on some repeat movie from the database downstairs. ]
[ She at least does know sorting out things is hard, though she doesn't really realize that's what he's doing. Not yet, at least. She takes a little extra time to make very sure she's scrubbed clean and her hair's washed out before she wanders back out, not bothering to try to get dressed again yet. ]
All clean now. [ Climbing onto her side of the bed kind of carefully, folding the blanket down first so she can pull it back up around her. ] Good apple?
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[ It's cool he's not totally sure he's that keen on leaving her here himself anyway, he just figured she'd be more comfortable sleeping in her own bed. Maybe not. ]
Most of them. I was reading a feed in the other room. [ Another pause, because... Pause. ] I might stay. Look at it throughout the night, you know. Make sure it actually continues to hold up properly and isn't just a temporary 'fixed for four hours' thing. Chemistry can be tricky. [ Well, it can be, just usually not for him. It's a pretty thin excuse, but it's one that either of them can grab onto to save face. ]
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[ Spirit in it, if tired sounding.
And that's an excuse she'll go ahead and seize on, because she doesn't really want him to leave at all. She'll sort out her shields carefully, that's all, make sure she's tied everything down. ] Yeah? That sounds like a good idea. Guardian angel and all that.
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[ Well, no, she probably does, but not like this, okay. This is bad. But, he's quite pleased she chose to take the excuse. ] Do you want to like, take a bath or a shower or change first? I can... leave and come back, or you know, help in a totally guardian-type fashion, or if you're tired, I mean, it doesn't matter, it's up to you.
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But yes she does agree that this is perhaps taking that a little far, if it had been on purpose. Also she's just realizing that getting undressed might be a little difficult, and that there's blood on her clothes, and sleeping like that would be unpleasant. ] Shower - bath would be good, but I might need some help with clothes. [ The rest she can probably figure out for herself, and if not, well, she's both too proud and too independent to ask for help getting clean. ]
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So. You get out of as much as you can and like, shout, or should I just help you out from the start? Hey, JARVIS: Bath, Gibson, normal-to-hot temperature. Thanks buddy.
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Like now, when she walks over to the bathroom, he moves to follow her. Clearly she isn't feeling anything odd about this so he brushes it off and restarts and comes in to look for the scissors. ] We can send them a bill for the new one.
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We can send them a bill for all kinds of things. Disturbance of peace of mind, recuperation of blood loss, being dicks.
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Man, if being a dick is a fineable offense, I might actually be in trouble. Scissors. [ Holding them up. ]
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And okay, good, she steps towards him and holds her arms out from her body a little, giving him room to work. ] Go to town, I don't care about this shirt. Being a hostage-taking dick, does that sound better?
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No. It doesn't, it sounds... [ The smallest of resetting head-shakes, and then resuming the cutting. ] I don't know, I'm just getting creepy Kool-Aid guy vibes from that for some reason.
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It doesn't take long to cut the shirt off - three cuts, and by the last one, he's standing behind her anyway, so he turns to set the scissors down. ] That's how it normally seems to go, anyway. [ Undoing the bra clasp, sliding the straps down over her shoulders, but leaving her and gravity to handle it from there as he turns to actually put the scissors away and check on the bath. ]
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She slides the bra off, runs a hand over her ribs for a moment in self evaluation and then moves to join him at the bath, glancing down at it for a moment before she looks over at him, evaluating. Wondering. ] You good?
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Also what. He's fine. Why is she asking. ] Pretty sure I'm not the one who just took a gut injury.
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Because worrying about him is a lot easier than thinking about any of - yes, that. Than thinking about herself. ] Yeah, but I've been all taken care of. [ Staring dubiously at the descent into the bath. ] You haven't.
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[ And with a glance up at him. ] I know not physically, but that was a lot to handle sense-wise. It's all good?
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Good bath?
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All clean now. [ Climbing onto her side of the bed kind of carefully, folding the blanket down first so she can pull it back up around her. ] Good apple?
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This is an awesome apple. It's so great, I don't even know if I want to share.
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