marvel log: carol/thor, hospital
[Had she been able to, Carol would have likely slept another couple days and not have been at all apologetic for it. When she gets an order from Captain America, though, she listens. Generally. So, after getting dressed, grabbing an inhuman amount of coffee, and two boxes of the requested Pop-Tarts for the thunder god, she arrives to help guard Tony's room.
Tony, whom she is still weird around, because she doesn't know exactly how to approach the guy who was her damn sponsor but had either not yet realized his own alcoholism or wasn't, in this world, an alcoholic. Tony, whom Carol, in her infinite wisdom, chooses to keep a respectable distance from in order to not somehow give the complete wrong impression. And now it might be too late. One day, she'll realize pushing people away is not the best way to protect them and herself...maybe.
She's flopped onto a chair to start at her ridiculously sized thermos of caffeine. One leg is stretched in front of her as she's attempting to work out some muscle stiffness. Her eyes lift up at the sudden movement in the room.] I don't get it. Of all the mortal food you could love, you pick Pop-Tarts? [Nothing like a little banter to break up the somber atmosphere.]