Little two shot before things get mental and Marvel destroy my heart with Civil War!
Just because I watched an Avengers cartoon episode that was ridiculously cute between these two so this idea popped into my mind! And the doc expires in 2 days, so why not post it!?
Review and let me know what y'all think! :)
Disclaimer; Don't own Captain America, Iron Man, or anything to do with Marvel! Just a fan playing with their characters!
The smell of hospitals always annoyed him. It was way too headache inducing. Odd that a place that was supposed to fix ailments always caused him one! Surely, he wasn't alone with that!
He never really knew the social convention with these situations. A card was nice, but the person would probably never read it and just leave it when they left. Flowers were always acceptable but died so quickly in these places with the antisceptic in the air around them. That, and, they seemed far too girly an option for the person he was visiting.
Chocolates were perfect. So that's what he went with! But there was always the issue of what if he wasn't allowed sugary things? And he was just tempting the poor guy with a giant box of the them?
He sighed roughly and scratched at his head as he exited the elevator. Needless to say, Tony Stark wasn't the best at comforting situations. Genius at literally everthing else, sure, but completely useless at this.
That's why he had Pepper though! She always knew what to do and say, always remembered birthdays and to send gifts. He was way too lucky to have her!
He never was in hospitals much. Avoided them like the plague. And now, he figured, they probably held the plague and all! Wouldn't surprise him with the organisation that had turned out to be controlling SHIELD.
He was in them twice, willingly. Once when Happy was stuck in here after the explosion, and the second when he finally had the shrapnel removed from his chest. Other than that, there were the kind of unwilling times, like fundraisers events or visiting sick kids.
This though? Yeah, this was another willing time. More willing than other times. Thing had turned to shit, worse than shit, and he felt pretty responsible for his team mate being in that hospital bed right now. It was his ships, his designs, that the guy had to stop after all.
The thought that, for all these years, he was actually helping Hyrdra, the organisation his father spent so many years trying to destroy, sickened him.
If Hydra hid in the most secure agency in the world, where else could they be..?
He put those thoughts to the back of his mind when he reached the room the nurse pointed him too, knowing it was the right one aswell when he saw two SHIELD security standing guard.
1A.
He grinned a bit, pretty sure that's the number on the military acceptance form in his file. It's fitting.
"Gentlemen. Great job there. Keep up the good work!" He nodded to the security with a smirk, patting one of their arms on the last comment.
He opened the door a fraction and peeked in, checking to see if there was anyone. No one though, odd, the nurse mentioned there was some guy always by his side.
But good anyway! He didn't feel like being the entertaining kind, and if he needed to get some things out in the open, he really didn't want anyone else there!
When he stepped in, the usual cocky Stark aura left him, replaced by a kind of awkward feeling. Curse him and his inability to handle these situations!
He went and placed the chocolates on the bedside cabinet, eyeing the patient in the bed as he went.
He looked worse than Tony was prepared for.
Face full of cuts and bruises, an oxygen feed going to his nostrels. Wires were poking out of the top of his hospital gown and he couldn't help but wonder where the suit went to.
There wasn't supposed to be injuries. That was the whole point. It had been a day and a half. He was supposed to be better by now. He was sitting up a little, which was good, but he hadn't regained consciousness just yet. There were stitches in too.. There definitely shouldn't have been any need for those..
Pepper mentioned that he did nearly drown, and got the ever loving crap beat out of him. So Steve Rogers still breathing was a pretty impressive miracle!
After awkwardly standing by the bed for a moment, he finally pulled the chair over beside it and took a seat.
"Not a clue what to do here, Cap." he sighed, relaxing back to watch the Captain, his thumbs twiddling around one another. "People talk when others are in this situations. But I doubt you can actually hear me. May be a good thing."
The steady beep of a heart monitor was his only reply.
It was too weird seeing Steve like this. The great Captain America shouldn't look so soft, so fragile.
Tony's whole childhood was spent hearing about this guy. How amazing he was, how much he helped during the war. How he lead a whole platoon of captured men to safety all on his own, no back up, no permission. How he took out, easily, a dozen different Hydra bases without breaking a sweat. How, even after being shot straight through the chest, he went on to capture some men who gave information so vital it turned the war over night.
To see the guy his dad spent years fangirling over in such a state made him sick.
Ok, he admits, he may have fangirled a little too much aswell as a kid. But who could blame him the way Howard went on!
Oh man, he'd have to dig out the pictures of Halloween! Steve would get a kick out of them! Every few years he'd make sure he went as Captain America. His dad always got a good laugh out of it!
"I think he always wanted me to be like you, Steve." Tony said quietly, his head resting on his hand as he watched for any change in the Captain's condition.
"He spoke enough about you around me." He continued, pouting slightly at the memory. "The first time he smiled at something I did was when I built a replica of your shield."
Again, just a steady beep as an answer.
That was getting annoying already.
He sighed to himself and scratched his head, leaning in then so his arms rested on the bed.
"I wanted to hate you so bad." He said suddenly, his words now just whispers. "I idolised you as a kid, wanted to be just like you. Growing older though, I kind of realised Howard loved you more than he did me. You were actually one of his best friends, you know that?"
When there was no response, he just continued. Now he knew why people always talked to unconscious people. It was so much easier opening up while they couldn't interupt.
"I overheard that one night, one of the nights mam was trying to get him to come to bed but he was too busy searching for ways to find you. He said you were simple, kind to him. You weren't like the others who just wanted money or cars or an invite to the next film he was going to."
Stark had no idea where this rant was going, nor where it even came from, but he really needed to get it out of his system.
"I used to practice throwing your shield as a kid. Not your one exactly, that was lost with you, but the one I made. I wanted to hear him talk about me like he did you."
So, he had father issues. Shut it! He deserved to!
"I decided to hate you Steve. I really did. I had to hate you, you were a pretty big reason for him never being there." Tony let that hang in the air, growling when he realised he couldn't find any hate in his heart for the Captain. "You make it so damn difficult to though, you ass!"
Silence.
And, for now, he just let it hang there.
The steady beep of the monitor was the only sound filling the room, The rise and fall of Roger's chest being the only movement catching his eye.
Dammit, he shouldn't have come here..
"Sorry," Stark sat up properly and looked to the door, seeing who the new voice belonged to. "I didn't think anyone else was in here."
"Sam, I assume?" He asked as he stood up, going over to shake the young man's hand. "I heard you used my little project like a pro. Impressive."
"Well, thank you sir." Wilson said with a child like grin, and Tony just gave his fake smile back.
He guessed Sam was another 'Tony Stark's my hero!' kind of guy.
"You made a damn good piece of kit, Mr. Stark." He said after shaking Tony's hand, and he just shrugged.
"All in a day's work." Though, not anymore. No more weapons. The Falcon project was a nice distraction, and he was pretty proud of the results, but he didn't want to do that anymore. Just his Iron Man armour. "I was just on my way out. Do you need anything for Cap? Pepper will be dropping in later, she can bring things."
"A speaker would be appreciated. And maybe some food and magazines." Sam replied with a shy smile, going over to make sure Steve was alright.
Tony nodded, opening the door then. "Let me know if anything with him changes. Pepper will give you my number."
He took one last look at the man in the bed, sighing to himself before leaving and heading down the hall way.
Steve would be fine. The serum would ensure that.
But god damn it, it was too close a call for his liking!
As he left the hospital, he made a commitment.
He had to find a way to make sure everyone was protected.
He had to look after his team.
He had to look after his friends.
No matter what that meant or cost, he had to do it.