1030. Hurt and Comfort

[fallen_rosiel]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship

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Tony Stark | Iron Man/Avengers | OTA

[nottheworsthing]

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[faiththatfuelsu]

Nasty hit you took there, Stark. *She tries not to let how worried she is break through her words. It was a brutal hit and he wasn't in his suit.*

Gotta get up. I'm not good with tryin' to explain why I'm around a dead billionaire.

[nottheworsthing]

[His initial response isn't really coherent; he's mostly preoccupied with trying to work out which way is up. It's harder than it sounds. The ground has decided to go for a career change and is currently doing sterling service as a wall. Or that's how it feels anyway. He manages to get to his knees, one hand reaching out blindly for the support of the grimy brick wall of the alley, and he opens his eyes to see blood slicking the ground below him. Well that can't be good. Shakily he raises his free hand to the freely bleeding gash on his temple, which is already swelling to an alarming shade of purple-black. The world is spinning nauseatingly around him]

...what the fuck just happened?

[faiththatfuelsu]

Demon. *She offers the word as answer without elaborating because, really, does it require elaboration?*

Easy there, easy. *Offering her shoulder for support, she puts an arm around his waist to keep him from standing up too quickly. If he's even capable of it.*

Need to get you cleaned up. That gash is gonna need stitches, too.

[nottheworsthing]

How come every time you show up my life finds new ways to get crazier? [First vampires, now demons. Sure. Why not. He's not going to try and argue. Give it another month and the Tooth Fairy's gonna being showing up to kick his ass]

[With one hand around her shoulder and the other braced on the wall, by degrees he manages to achieve verticality. He feels like- well, like he got smashed into a brick wall by a giant scaly thing, for good reason since that's what happened. He takes a few steadying breaths and straightens slightly, a stubborn set to his jaw. Right. Standing achieved, now to try for walking. How hard can it be?]

[He nods in response and immediately regrets it. God, his head is splitting] There's first aid stuff back at the Tower.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Hey, I saved your ass just now. If I hadn't shown up you don't wanna know how dead and dismantled you'd be right now. Those things like skinnin' their dinner. Slowly. You're still in one piece. *And it wasn't like she'd been out looking for him, she'd just been patrolling. It was his fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.*

I'm good with a needle. Wouldn't doubt it if you had a concussion though. Seriously surprised you're even conscious right now.

[nottheworsthing]

Sounds like fun [Sarcasm? Him? Never. He snorts] Like I'm gonna let a concussion slow me down.

[faiththatfuelsu]

I'll try not to make you cry like a bitch. *With a wink, Faith took a slow step forward, encouraging him to walk with her.*

And here I heard you were some kinda genius.

[nottheworsthing]

Kinky. Bring it on [He's more or less keeping pace with her, most of his attention currently devoted to walking in a straight line. And staying conscious. Details, details] Lucky I've got brain cells to spare. Hope nothing got knocked loose upstairs.

[faiththatfuelsu]

I'd offer to show you just how not wrong you are but I have a thing against takin' advantage of head trauma victims. *She's keeping a watchful eye on him as they go just to make sure he doesn't pass out on her.*

What's Einstein's theory of relativity?

[nottheworsthing]

General or special relativity? [Please, ask him something that doesn't come as easy as breathing] The description of gravity as an intrinsic property of spacetime if you really want to know. Or maybe I'm just making up bullshit technobabble. Could go either way.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Not like I'd know either way, but I figure if you're usin' words like that you can't be too broken. *Give her weapons. Give her fighting styles. That she could handle. She even knew her demons and her lore (not that she'd cop up to that often). If he was talking there was also the good chance that he wasn't about to die. In theory at least.*

[nottheworsthing]

I could technobabble from my deathbed. Ask anyone [But on the whole he feels like he's probably going to live. Some stitches and some scotch, and he might even feel up to explaining the stitches and bruises away when he inevitably gets interrogated about them tomorrow morning. At least the Tower is only a couple of blocks away. It'd make things very awkward if they got stopped by inquisitive cops]

[faiththatfuelsu]

So where exactly are we goin' again for this first aid kit? Because hailin' a cab might be the way to go. *He's not the only one whose mind has gone in that direction. Faith and cops were two things that didn't get along well at all.*

[nottheworsthing]

[He just points. It's easier than attempting to give directions, and the Tower does kind of loom over the skyline a bit]

[faiththatfuelsu]

Subtle. *Though it made sense. It was just hard for her to remember that she wasn't dealing with one of the Slayerettes. He was definitely not one of the Slayerettes. So new ways of dealing were required.*