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[Call to Pepper Potts immediately after this]

Ring, ring.

[It would keep ringing until it was answered.]


[Added later: Locked to Selina Kyle]

I know we're awkward but I messed up big time and I don't know what to do.

[After this.]

[Locked to Bruce B]
I'm going to go look in on Pepper.

[Locked to Pepper P]
I don't really care if you answer me, but a bit of advice? Don't shit on people that are trying to help you. It's unbelievably childish and rude. Tony asked Robert to call you, and you treated him like a dog. And if that's because you're angry about us knowing? Then you take it up with me, and you take it up with Steve. You don't treat someone who's just trying to be nice to you like they aren't worth anything. Now he's worried that he let Tony down, which he did, because you had a tantrum. And as for us being concerned? Tony's our friend, and you had your little meltdown in front of Steve. We're all friends. We worry about each other. That's what friends do, Pepper. I have no idea what you're going through, but Robert and Steve both know about being able to do things they couldn't do before. We want to help you too, but don't expect people to hang around if you keep tearing them down when they try to reach out.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but grow up.

Who: Pepper P and Steve R
What: Things fall apart, the center cannot hold~
When: Immediate aftermath of Tony's request and Bruce's phone call
Where: Pepper's apartment.
Warnings: The likelihood of this getting ugly is off the freaking charts.

( It had felt like stripping off pieces of skin when she had been wholeheartedly flayed, with the dissonance of who she had been and who she now had to be magnetic polars, refusing to line up )

[Locked to the Donovan Family]

Are you all still here?

[VERY reluctant to even post.] Where did this tablet come from?

Who: Luke
What: Narrative: making a couple of bodies ~disappear.
Where: Hospital mortuary.
When: After this, before going to the Mansion.
Warnings/Rating: Little bit of violence. Oops.
Notes: Safe to say the bodies would be reported as being 'misplaced', more details pending further investigation.

( He had to get rid of the bodies. )

I'm looking for anyone knowledgeable in the abilities that some received during that incident a while ago.

And to clarify. This isn't about gaining abilities, but managing existing ones.

Who: Arizona Robbins (Narrative)
What: A night in the life.
Where: Grey’s Door.
When: Friday
Warnings/Rating: None.

(  Arizona had lost track of how long she’d been stuck in this weird alternate version of home, but the longer it went, the less it seemed to bother her. )

[After this, right before she leaves for the wedding.]

[Locked to Tony S]
I know it isn't a good time
[Not posted.]

[Locked to Steve R]
Favor, Stevie?

[After this.]

[Locked to Bruce B]
I spoke with her.

[In person, CCIU waiting room: Tony S/Steve R]
[After returning from Pepper's apartment, Steve sat in the waiting room with infinite patience. He'd politely notified the attending nurses that he needed a word with Tony once he woke up from his current nap, and they promised to tell him when that time came. Steve could sense their hope that making such an allowance would lead to a more cooperative patient, and the man didn't have the heart to tell them it wouldn't.

He did nothing to pass the time. He let it slide, grain of sand past grain of sand, without resistance. His book was companionable on the chair next to his, but it remained closed. He simply sat until the doctor came to fetch him.

He was led to Tony's room, and the two were left to their privacy immediately. The door closed behind Steve. He crossed his arms and came nearer the bed. A line appeared between his brows.] I saw her, and she asked for space.

Who: Nikola Tesla (Narrative)
What: Working.
Where: Sanctuary Door.
When: Friday.
Warnings/Rating: None.

( Nikola had settled into something like a routine. )

[Locked to Steve Rogers]

So how many years does that make now? Hitting a hundred yet?


[Locked to Natasha Romanoff]

What are you doing tomorrow night?


[Locked to Jack C]

Hey. [...] How's it going?

How many.