what happened to us, what happened to me [OPEN]

[myheartglows]

Who: Tony Stark [OPEN]
What: Visiting that cray cray guy.
When: Tuesday the 10th to Friday the 20th ... ish.
Where: The hospital. >:|
notes: If you want your pup to visit but they don't know Tony's there, I'm cool with them learning through an NPC grapevine or a news mag or summat. If not that, contact me and we can try working something else out.

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Wednesday 11 - lunch time

[talentd_tongue]

Uhura found out when she went to see Tony on Tuesday and he wasn't home. She didn't go rushing to the hospital then, because she hadn't had the time, but she had the time now. Not a ton of time, but a lunch break. It was better than nothing.

She knocked once on the door to signal her presence, and to catch his attention so he'd be looking at it when it opened, so he'd be able to see her hands. Then she slipped inside.

'Hello, Mr. Stark.'

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Tony shifts when Uhura enters. When he can't recognize the person from the city's whispers alone, he turns a little; looks over his shoulder and out of the corner of his eye. Miss Press Secretary, he thinks, and pulls himself up in the bed with a hand running through his hair. He begins to wonder if he should just demand for no visitors

[talentd_tongue]

'Maybe I'm just nosey.'

She walks the rest of the way into the room, high heels clicking decisively on the floor until she's right next to the bed, standing right behind the tray of untouched food.

'You shouldn't let this get cold.'

She reaches for the packet of utensils, tearing it open for him, and then taking the fork to compile a bite of food.

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A look up at her out of the corner of his eye--still manages a deadpan or sardonic raise of his eyebrow even now--and he says, "Be my guest at it. It's all yours."

[talentd_tongue]

'Come on.' She's using one hand to spell it out now, because her other hand is holding the fork, full with layers of meat byproduct and potatoes and peas. 'It can't be that bad.'

She attempts to feed him, but he won't take it, and she rolls her eyes. 'You are such a baby.' She puts the bite in her own mouth and sets down the fork and prepares to tell him that it tastes fine, but her hands still and her face scrunches up. She shakes her head and grabs the napkin, spitting it out and dropping it on the tray, which she then picks up and takes to the trashcan in the corner, dumping it in.

Her face is still wearing a grimace as she walks back, high heels click click clicking. 'They can't honestly expect you to get well eating that stuff.' She pulls the portable tray over his lap and takes a brown paper sack out of her shoulderbag and setting it down on the bed. 'You can have my lunch. You need to eat something.'Cheeseburger and an order of fries. She sets it out on the lap table and starts tearing open ketchup packets, squeezing them out

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Tony only makes an off-handed comment about spoon-feeding and his refusal of it when she offers the fork to him, and then watches in silence as she tastes and throws the tray out. The silence with Uhura is something he's come to appreciate.

And he's eaten worse before. He lived off of rice, soup, and gruel for three months, even--tea dregs, too. It's also why, when he sees the cheeseburger, he remembers how he ordered Happy to bring the Rolls-Royce Phantom through a Burger King drive-thru and how he crawled up between the front seats and almost over Happy himself to get to the offered take-out bag: four cheeseburgers total and one drink. That was so long ago now, he thinks.

His jaw clicks to one side as he thinks on and resists the empty concave-feel to his stomach. "I'm not taking your food," Tony says to her.

[talentd_tongue]

Uhura rolls her eyes. She can tell that he's hungry, that he wants it, and this burger is considerably better than what he'd get from a drive through. 'It's not as though I can't buy another one on my way back to the office. You can pay me for it if it will make you feel better. Then it's your food.'

She's got enough ketchup squeezed out now to dip the fries in. 'You don't want it?' She takes a can of cola out of her bag and puts it on the lap table, tapping the opening with her finger a few times to disperse the carbonation before she cracks it open.

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Tony breathes in the fast-food smell. Never said he didn't have American tastes.

"I'm not hungry," he says, sounding a little less certain, and then his stomach rumbles and he frowns down at it. Traitor.

[talentd_tongue]

She stares him down, just for a moment, and then shrugs. She's not going to play this game. 'Fine.'

Uhura sits on the edge of the bed, about even with Tony's hip, and picks up the burger. She unwraps it half way, folding the edges carefully back so that the sandwich is held in a little protective pocket of thick waxed paper. She looks at him again, holds his gaze, and takes a bite.

She's not going to make any noise, but the slow closing of her eyes and the tilt of her head and the smile while she chews is meant to indicate just how delicious it is. It is really fucking good. There's a reason she goes out of her way to this particular restaurant. She swipes at the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sucks a bit of sauce off of it. She points to the burger, and then spells out with one hand. 'Sooooooo good.' She draws out the 'o' with her fingers, makes it bob a little in the air. 'You sure you don't want any?'

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Tony's jaw works to one side again, and the empty acid-taste taste lingers in his throat and mouth. He needs food--kinda ran on liquor for a few days, when Tyki and River disappeared--and with how Uhura tilts her head right now, he could almost call watching her food-porn.

She's doing it on purpose. (Bete Noire whispers about gluttony and he almost finds that funny.) He stares back at Uhura with a flat expression and a slowly raised eyebrow. "Don't you think your boyfriend will have anything to say about this private show you're giving?"

[talentd_tongue]

Food porn is kind of the point. She sets the burger down, on the edge of the table, so close to him. Appearances suggest it's so she can use both hands to talk. 'If you're getting off on watching me eat, that sounds like a personal issue. I'm not doing anything Spock needs to worry about. Not that he would.' He trusts her. Either that or he just wouldn't mind. Regardless, Tony is safe. She leaves the burger, sitting tantalizingly close, and dips a fry in ketchup, giving it the same food porn treatment.

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Tony looks down to the burger and its innards: the patty, the melted-on cheese, pickles, from what he can see. He looks back to Uhura.

Then to the burger.

And then he says, "You're not getting this back," and snatches it up for a gratuitous bite on its untouched side.

[talentd_tongue]

Uhura laughs, or she wants to, but she manages to stifle it until it becomes the barest hint of sound, just the suggestion of a laugh. He won't even bite where she did, like he's afraid she has cooties. He really is a child. When she puts the rest of the fry in her mouth, she's able to sign, the tips of her fingers shining with grease. 'I didn't expect to have to take that first bite to make you eat it. It's all yours. I can get another one on my way back to work.' In case that makes him feel better about it. He's not taking her food, just delaying her lunch slightly.

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His brow scrunches a bit as he chews, and he swallows as he peels up the top bun. "Uh-huh," he says, distracted, and then picks off the onions one by one to set them aside.

[talentd_tongue]

'You're kind of a toddler. You know that, don't you?'

Out of the bag comes a pickle, cut into quarters lengthwise and wrapped in the same heavy paper. She unwraps it and takes a spear, biting off a large piece with an audible 'crunch' and a smile. She likes pickles. Simple pleasures. It's important to focus on them, especially here. For the next half hour she gets to fill a role that's lighthearted and easy before it's time to pack it away and be professional again, hard and aloof and detached.

'I'd leave if I thought you really wanted me to. If I believed it would be best for you.'

That's also something she wants him to known. She's determined and persistent and seemingly unshakable, probably more than a little annoying at times, but she's not dense.

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"I didn't have a solid childhood. So I'm making up for it." Tony crooks his head to the side toward her with another more-than-he-should-chew bite and watches her hands through the disheveled, messy bangs. After pausing, he gulps it down and assesses her face.

Beats sitting in this room with only the city for company.

"You're fine where you're at," he decides, and then adds on, "The fries up for grabs, too?"