Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man: Chapter Eight
TITLE: Yes, Virginia, There Really Is An Iron Man
AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Ya'll are fantastic. Just thought you should know.
Chapter Eight:
Edwards Air Force Base was like any other-spread out all over kingdom come, buildings that were related on completely opposite ends of said kingdom, and a complete nightmare to navigate.
They arrived to Tony’s appointment precisely on time. Tony ignored the fact that the nurse on duty was trying her best to flirt with him and was directed (rudely once she noticed her advances were about as effective as a wet match) to room 602 where the businessman and the military escort waited. After twenty minutes of chit-chat and an argument over which Mel Brooks movie was the best, Dr. Davis finally showed up late to the examination he was supposed to be giving Tony. As per usual where military hospitals are concerned.
Dr. Davis (a captain, actually) started taking Tony’s vitals without so much as a “how do you do.” Ears, nose, throat, eyes, blood pressure… Then out came the stethoscope.
Tony gave a half-hearted attempt to warn the doctor about his heart, then decided the bastard deserved an ear ache for taking so long to show up.
Davis propped the bell of the stethoscope against the left side of Tony’s chest beneath his shirt and gave an involuntary yelp as the low hum of the device keeping Tony alive was drilled into his eardrums.
After a moment of pain, Dr. Davis popped the stethoscope out of his ears and forced a yawn to get his hearing working properly again. The arc reactor was pretty damn loud when it was amplified like that-like feedback from a microphone.
“Oh-kay… What seems to be the problem with the hand, Mr. Stark?” Davis asked, immediately grabbing Tony’s left hand and probing it harshly with his thumb and forefinger. Even if his hand was fine the action would still really hurt. As it was, Tony let out an painful shout.
“Jesus wept! A little warning would be nice…”
“Right, let’s get you down to radiology and take a few shots of this. What were you doing when it happened?”
Tony remembered holding his hand outward, realizing he was missing a glove, and smashing that same hand somewhere between getting shot at by Obadiah and nearly falling in through the ceiling as Pepper overloaded the reactor.
“Uh… No comment.”
Dr. Davis ushered him out of room 602 and down the hallway. “If you’re going to make this harder, Mr. Stark-”
“No, I really can’t, uh, comment. Colonel Rhodes will probably beat the crap out of me for mouthing off more than once in a week.”
The X-rays took forever, as usual, and Tony and his new friend (Tom Yarrow, his hospital escort and driver for the day) tried to convince one another why Blazing Saddles was superior to History of the World Part I and vise-versa.
Dr. Davis returned with the X-rays just in time to hear the tag end of Tony’s rant.
“…Oh come on! A guy punching a horse totally beats synchronized swimming nuns.”
Tom curled his upper lip and shook his head. “Two words, Mr. Stark. Giant. Joint.”
The doctor interrupted by loudly closing the door behind him. Davis clipped the X-rays to the light box on the wall and flipped the switch. “Mr. Stark, if you please…” he pointed with his little finger (something that irked Tony for no good reason) at the neatly lined up bones that lead up to his knuckles.
“You’ve actually got several minute fractures in your third and fourth metacarpals. There are no shifted bones or fragments, which means you lucked out of surgery but you’re going to need to wear a brace for six weeks and I want you to avoid using your left hand. Though I do want you to do some fist exercises each day.”
“Huh,” Tony stared open-mouthed at the dark lines that cut through the bones that lead up to the middle and ring finger of his see-through hand.
Absently, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “You win,” he handed it to Tom.
“Told you,” Tom stage whispered as he pocketed the cash.
Dr. Davis ignored this entire exchange to the best of his ability and dug around through one of the drawers for a hand brace. When he found one he tore open the cardboard box and grabbed Tony’s hand again. He wasn’t gentle at all when he arranged Tony’s palm in the brace and velcro-ed the straps.
Once he was finished with that, Davis grabbed a prescription pad and scribbled something in that handwriting that only fellow doctors and pharmacists can read. “I’m putting you on 50mg of Demerol. Take one every morning with food and it should take the edge off the pain. If you get to feeling too woozy on 50mg, cut the pills in half.”
He slapped the paper in Tony’s right hand and headed for the door. Without turning around he said, “Have a pleasant day, Mr. Stark.”
Tony looked down at the scrip in his hand and then to Tom.
“Not fair,” Tom joked.
A slow grin broke across Tony’s face and he was unable to hold back a sharp laugh.
TBC
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AUTHOR: Quicksilvermad
SUMMARY: (Movie-verse) Pepper deals with Tony’s newfound lease on life and ends up making a mountain out of her molehill of emotion where her boss is concerned.
GENRE: Humor/Romance
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Tony/Pepper
DISCLAIMER: Iron Man etc. belong to Marvel Comics et. al.
AN: Ya'll are fantastic. Just thought you should know.
Chapter Eight:
Edwards Air Force Base was like any other-spread out all over kingdom come, buildings that were related on completely opposite ends of said kingdom, and a complete nightmare to navigate.
They arrived to Tony’s appointment precisely on time. Tony ignored the fact that the nurse on duty was trying her best to flirt with him and was directed (rudely once she noticed her advances were about as effective as a wet match) to room 602 where the businessman and the military escort waited. After twenty minutes of chit-chat and an argument over which Mel Brooks movie was the best, Dr. Davis finally showed up late to the examination he was supposed to be giving Tony. As per usual where military hospitals are concerned.
Dr. Davis (a captain, actually) started taking Tony’s vitals without so much as a “how do you do.” Ears, nose, throat, eyes, blood pressure… Then out came the stethoscope.
Tony gave a half-hearted attempt to warn the doctor about his heart, then decided the bastard deserved an ear ache for taking so long to show up.
Davis propped the bell of the stethoscope against the left side of Tony’s chest beneath his shirt and gave an involuntary yelp as the low hum of the device keeping Tony alive was drilled into his eardrums.
After a moment of pain, Dr. Davis popped the stethoscope out of his ears and forced a yawn to get his hearing working properly again. The arc reactor was pretty damn loud when it was amplified like that-like feedback from a microphone.
“Oh-kay… What seems to be the problem with the hand, Mr. Stark?” Davis asked, immediately grabbing Tony’s left hand and probing it harshly with his thumb and forefinger. Even if his hand was fine the action would still really hurt. As it was, Tony let out an painful shout.
“Jesus wept! A little warning would be nice…”
“Right, let’s get you down to radiology and take a few shots of this. What were you doing when it happened?”
Tony remembered holding his hand outward, realizing he was missing a glove, and smashing that same hand somewhere between getting shot at by Obadiah and nearly falling in through the ceiling as Pepper overloaded the reactor.
“Uh… No comment.”
Dr. Davis ushered him out of room 602 and down the hallway. “If you’re going to make this harder, Mr. Stark-”
“No, I really can’t, uh, comment. Colonel Rhodes will probably beat the crap out of me for mouthing off more than once in a week.”
The X-rays took forever, as usual, and Tony and his new friend (Tom Yarrow, his hospital escort and driver for the day) tried to convince one another why Blazing Saddles was superior to History of the World Part I and vise-versa.
Dr. Davis returned with the X-rays just in time to hear the tag end of Tony’s rant.
“…Oh come on! A guy punching a horse totally beats synchronized swimming nuns.”
Tom curled his upper lip and shook his head. “Two words, Mr. Stark. Giant. Joint.”
The doctor interrupted by loudly closing the door behind him. Davis clipped the X-rays to the light box on the wall and flipped the switch. “Mr. Stark, if you please…” he pointed with his little finger (something that irked Tony for no good reason) at the neatly lined up bones that lead up to his knuckles.
“You’ve actually got several minute fractures in your third and fourth metacarpals. There are no shifted bones or fragments, which means you lucked out of surgery but you’re going to need to wear a brace for six weeks and I want you to avoid using your left hand. Though I do want you to do some fist exercises each day.”
“Huh,” Tony stared open-mouthed at the dark lines that cut through the bones that lead up to the middle and ring finger of his see-through hand.
Absently, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “You win,” he handed it to Tom.
“Told you,” Tom stage whispered as he pocketed the cash.
Dr. Davis ignored this entire exchange to the best of his ability and dug around through one of the drawers for a hand brace. When he found one he tore open the cardboard box and grabbed Tony’s hand again. He wasn’t gentle at all when he arranged Tony’s palm in the brace and velcro-ed the straps.
Once he was finished with that, Davis grabbed a prescription pad and scribbled something in that handwriting that only fellow doctors and pharmacists can read. “I’m putting you on 50mg of Demerol. Take one every morning with food and it should take the edge off the pain. If you get to feeling too woozy on 50mg, cut the pills in half.”
He slapped the paper in Tony’s right hand and headed for the door. Without turning around he said, “Have a pleasant day, Mr. Stark.”
Tony looked down at the scrip in his hand and then to Tom.
“Not fair,” Tom joked.
A slow grin broke across Tony’s face and he was unable to hold back a sharp laugh.
TBC
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