Tony Stark // Iron Man (strong_as_iron) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-05 19:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron man, pepper |
Who: Tony and Pepper
Where: Tony's penthouse
When: Sunday afternoon, 6/3 [backdate]
What: Tony and Pepper are both a little still jittery from Saturday.
Rating: Safe for work. Even if Tony's naked (he does that)
He hurt all over. He knew he shouldn't - he had armor to protect him for just that reason. Some part of him even knew he was dreaming and he should just bury himself deeper in his pillows and mattress and pull the covers over his head until morning. The pain was just ripping up his hands working on the armor after the battle, general aches from being knocked around during it, sure, and would go away once he felt up to dragging himself to the Jacuzzi.
But the pain in the dream was of drowning and the spitting sparks of welding, of the cold damp of the cave that set into his bones, and more absurd dreams of the shrapnel and armor closing down around him and turning their edges into him. There was even ballet dancing somewhere in there. Apparently ballet hurt.
He came awake in a rush, lying still a moment as he assessed - yep, his bed, and yep, all his limbs were still intact. Just the way he'd fallen into it once SHIELD had finished prying a report out of him - their Helicarrier in flames (mostly not his fault, technically) and they still wanted reports - and sent him on his merry way. After the mud people and the ridiculously horned green guy had finished throwing things at him, which was probably why his back felt as if it was one big ache.
He sat up and shuffled out of bed with at least half the thought to darken the windows so he could sleep more, but once he got there, the scroll of various newscasts caught his eyes, if not his attention. Propping an arm high up on the window, he dropped his head into the crook of his elbow and almost fell back asleep standing up.
He had people he wanted to contact, and people he needed to contact. But mostly, he wanted to be grateful he was alive - and for once, that was done solo instead of happily having energetic sex. It was enough to hear the beating of his heart; more accurately, the low hum of the arc reactor. He was still here. He'd even drag himself back to bed in a few minutes. But being upright was a minor celebration.