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?
[ He looks nonchalant but he's still paying very close attention to the way she moves and how she looks doing it. He knows how easy it can be sometimes to hide things and their hilarious double-standardism is in play here to full effect - i.e., 'I can hide things, but you're not allowed to.' ]
Mmmm, I dunno, it's pretty good. I might have to just tell you to get your own. [ But hey, she can do that. He was on top of the blankets, just because he was, and he doesn't move away when she comes closer. ] Should I be under these?
[ There's a little stiffness in her motion, but overall she's working very hard at keeping any signs of pain hidden, especially with the painkiller wearing off, and if she maybe can't quite trick a Sentinel she's doing her damned well best. She's on the opposite end of that double-standardism right now, and thoroughly believes that she is allowed to hide whatever she wants. ]
But I don't want to get up again, that sounds irritating. [ Reaching out an arm to pat his blanket. ] If you want to stay and be comfortable.
[ He's okay with a little stiff. He already knew she was injured, so honestly that's just means she's allowing the injury to adjust her movements and let it affect her like it should. It's a good thing. And focusing on that keeps his senses grounded, so he's good until she actually lies down and snuggles up, because what then.
He shoots her an easy smile, moves to slip under the covers as well, letting them rest somewhere above waist-height. Apple apple. ] You can have a bite if you want. I had something else in the kitchen too, so this is mostly an after snack, snack.
[ She presses up against his side and closes her eyes, turning her face into his shirt. Clean and warm and with him right there, she's suddenly all right with being absolutely exhausted. Sleep won't mean danger. ] I'll eat when I wake up. Right now I'm just tired.
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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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[ Tugging the blankets up, because she's cold now, and maneuvering closer towards him, going for curling up next to him. ]
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Mmmm, I dunno, it's pretty good. I might have to just tell you to get your own. [ But hey, she can do that. He was on top of the blankets, just because he was, and he doesn't move away when she comes closer. ] Should I be under these?
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But I don't want to get up again, that sounds irritating. [ Reaching out an arm to pat his blanket. ] If you want to stay and be comfortable.
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He shoots her an easy smile, moves to slip under the covers as well, letting them rest somewhere above waist-height. Apple apple. ] You can have a bite if you want. I had something else in the kitchen too, so this is mostly an after snack, snack.
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