|. (mareas) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-09-11 02:19:00
|!marvel comics, *log, bucky barnes, clementine murphy, penny ross, pepper potts, tony stark
[Triage for the billionaire]
Who: Clem, Penny, Pepper, Bucky (+ not!dead Tony Stark)
What: Checking Tony's non-vital vitals
Where: Graham & Shane's old place
Warnings/Rating: Don't think so
Clementine, she wasn't sure of any damn thing.
Seemed like the week since most her folk went missing was filled with other folks needing her for things. This way and that, and this time it was some man that looked dead, but that apparently weren't dead at all, which just sounded 'bout as insane as a thing could sound. She wasn't real sure where it ranked alongside zombies and men burning pyres made of womenfolk, but she was real sure it wasn't natural any. Another thing was for damn certain, and that was it being true; James, he wouldn't know what a joke was if it was strapped to his backside. So, Clementine, she reckoned there really was some man with real quiet vitals, nearly dead, and maybe hanging on thready.
She put Penny on standby, but she thought better of it some by the time she got to the Queens duplex that Penny still called home. Best just have the other woman, seeing as being an EMT was real good for emergencies, but this felt like it was going to be a whole lot more than stitching someone and getting them transported in her bus. She wasn't even driving the damn ambulance. She was still in the truck she kept borrowing from work, and she climbed out hungover and tired. She could text Penny right then, before even going into the side of the duplex now sitting empty, but she must've been feeling like a real glutton for punishment, because she let herself on in first.
Lights off, but it was clear Penny was still paying for power and water, since the place was cool as could be. Messy, like folks just up and went for a walk some, and not like they were gone forever. Baby things scattered all over, dishes in the sink, and throws rumpled on the couch. It felt froze, the duplex, which was two bedrooms and open doors. Simple, clear menfolks lived there messy, and only the baby things all scattered seeming wrong for the bachelor pad.
Jeans and a white t-shirt, rumpled from driving long, she crouched, and she rubbed the edge of a baby blanket left lying. Her fingers clutched the soft fabric slow like syrup, and then she forced herself on into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Place felt like echoes, but the coffee burbled quick, and she sat herself down with the cup and texted Penny, telling her to come on over. Long as no one touched anything, Clementine reckoned she could get through this without weeping or tossing a coffee cup in anyone's face.