"Oh, fuck, yes! Tony whimpered. At this, Steve fully took Tony into his mouth. Tony groaned, bucking his hips forwards and driving his cock into Steve's hot, wet mouth. The super soldier placed his strong hands on Tony's hips, then started bobbing his head up and down.
"Honey, if you keep going like that I'm not going to last much longer…" Tony informed his husband.
Steve didn't show any signs of stopping, much to Tony's delight. Clearly, multiple orgasms were on the cards for tonight, and Tony wasn't about to complain.
Just as Tony was able to feel the familiar pool of warmth form in the base of his stomach, Jarvis' voice sounded over the intercom system.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but you have a phone call." The A.I apologised for the interruption.
"Fuck, Jarvis. I said no interruptions. Take a message and I'll call them tomorrow." Tony snarled.
"I believe you'll want to take this call, Sir." The A.I responded.
By this point, Steve had stopped his ministrations with his mouth.
"And I believe I told you not to bother us unless it was life or death. Now, tell me, J. What the hell is so damn important that you had to interrupt us while we are in the middle of makeup sex?" Tony demanded incredulously.
"It's the police, Sir. It's regarding Miss Potts. There's been an accident."
Steve's head snapped up and his eyes locked with Tony's. The beautiful tan face had palled, all the colour draining from it.
"Pepper," Tony whispered, barely audible.
Steve sprang in to action, standing and sorting through their clothes that lay scattered at the end of the bed. He lay Tony's clothes next to where he sat naked in the middle of the bed. "Sweetheart I need you to get dressed for me now," Steve cajoled, kissing his husband lightly on the temple. "Jarvis, put the call through. Tell them that Tony is in no state to talk at the moment and that it will be me that they will be speaking with. "
"Certainly,Sir." The A.I replied coolly.
Steve started pulling his clothes back on and noticed that Tony still hadn't moved. "Sweetheart, come on, get dressed for me," he soothed.
"Pepper," was all the response Steve got.
"Yes, baby, we're going to go see Pepper now, but I need you to get dressed for me first." Steve placed his hands on Tony's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes, trying to get through to his husband.
Tony nodded and started to get dressed again.
"Captain, I've put the call through and updated the police as you requested," Jarvis' voice sounded gently throughout the room.
"Thanks, J," Steve said, grabbing the phone from the bedside table.
"Tony, I'm going to go and take this call outside and find out everything I can. I need you to finish getting ready. Be ready to leave in 5 minutes."
"5 minutes, OK." Tony nodded as he pulled his jeans on.
Happy that his husband seemed to be over his initial shock and moving again, Steve left their bedroom and stepped out in to the hallway of their suite.
"Hello, this is Captain Rodgers-Stark speaking."
"Captain, this is detective Wells of the NYPD. Apologies for the late hour. I understand that you have been informed of the nature of this call?" The voice rang through from the other end of the line.
"Briefly. All we know is that there has been an accident." Steve replied, sounding a lot calmer than he felt. "Tell me everything you know."
"The car in which Miss Potts was a passenger, was hit directly on her side, causing the car to spin and ricochet off of some of the surrounding vehicles. The driver, a Mr. Hogan, has some cuts and bruises, but has managed to walk away relatively unharmed. Miss Potts, however, required extensive extraction from the vehicle. I have been informed by the paramedics that her condition is critical. She is on her way to the hospital now. Mr Hogan instructed us that you and your husband were to be notified immediately, given your relationship with Miss Potts," the detective answered calmly.
"A-and the baby? Steve stammered, fighting back the tears that threatened in his eyes.
"I'm afraid I don't know, Captain. I don't have any specific details on either of their conditions, other than that Miss Potts is critical like I said, which I would imagine would mean similar for the baby." The officer explained apologetically. "You should get down to the hospital, and perhaps prepare yourselves."
Oh, God. How on earth do I explain this to Tony? How do I tell him that one of his closest friends may die? Alongside our unborn baby? Steve's blood ran cold. He thanked the detective and ended the call. Taking a deep breath, he tried to regain his composure before facing Tony and going through the conversation with him. Steve took one more deep breath and then opened the bedroom door, where he found his husband rushing around the room at almost breakneck speed.
"Honey, I'm almost ready to go, I just need to grab my phone and keys. Did you talk to Pepper?" Tony looked up at his husbands expression and stopped in his tracks. "Steve..?"
"No, sweetie. I didn't talk to her. I spoke to one of the detectives from the NYPD. He told me briefly what happened. We are going to go meet Pepper and Happy at the hospital now," Steve tried to keep his voice as level as possible. He was stalling, and hated himself for it, but he didn't know how to explain to Tony the situation that they now found themselves in.
"But they're OK, right? It's just a precaution, they just need to be checked over?" Tony questioned the tall blond in front of him. He knew there was something that Steve wasn't telling him, but he wouldn't let his mind believe it until he heard the words from the super soldier directly.
"Sweetheart, sit down for a second. I need to tell you something, and I need you to stay calm for me." Baby blue eyes pleaded with the hazel ones in front of him.
Tony sat down on the bed again, his mind running at a mile a minute, trying not to think of all the possible things he was about to hear.
"The detective said it was a really bad accident. They don't know what caused it yet, they are still looking in to that. Happy is alright, a bit banged up I think, but alright," Steve started to explain.
"And Pepper and the baby? They're OK too, right?" Tony probed.
"I honestly don't know, babe. The car was hit on Peppers side. It spun and hit off of some other cars before it stopped. They had to cut her out of the car. She's on her way to the hospital, but the paramedics say her condition is critical, and the detective said he imagines that means the baby is in the same condition. They are doing everything they can for her, and the baby, but we need to prepare ourselves for what we might find when we get to the hospital. We both know Pepper is a fighter, a survivor, but this might be too big a fight for even her to scrape through."
Tony had a look of confusion on his face, which almost never happened. "What do you mean, too big a fight? What are you trying to tell me, Steve?" He demanded.
Steve sighed slightly, trying and failing to keep a grasp on the last of his composure. "I'm saying, there is a very high chance that Pepper and the baby might not be able to overcome their injuries. There is a very real chance that they may die," Steve explained.
Pepper, our baby. Oh, God. They can't die. Please, please, please, don't let them die. Tony, who would openly admit that he didn't believe in a higher power of any sort, was pleading and praying with any that would listen to him now. He would promise anything, give anything, just to let his best friend and unborn child survive all this.
"They can't die. They have to be alright, Steve. I need her, she's my best friend," Tony had tears falling down his face. He reached for his husband, needing the solace he knew he would find in his strong embrace.
"I know, sweetheart. Come on, let's go to the hospital and see her, and Happy. I'm sure he feels awful, even if it wasn't his fault. "
"He should feel awful. He should have protected them!" Tony growled.
"Honey, we don't know what happened yet. You know that Happy would never do anything to put Pepper in danger. You know this," Steve countered. He knew Tony wasn't being rational with everything going on, but he wasn't about to let him blame Happy for something that he could 99% guarantee wasn't his fault. "Until the police are done with their investigation, we just have to remain calm, and focus on Pepper and the baby. Once we know what actually happened, then you can go all Iron Man on someone's ass."
Tony looked in to the baby blue eyes of his husband, falling ever so slightly even more in love with him."
"Square deal," he replied with the start of a smile playing on his lips. "Come on, let's go see our girl, and our bump." Tony leaned up and gave Steve a quick kiss on the lips, thanking him for being the rational one of the pair, and letting him know that his plan to calm him down was working.
Walking hand in hand, the super hero husbands headed towards the elevator to take them down to the garage. Steve knew Tony was doing everything he could to keep it together, but he could still feel the tension radiating off of him. "I'm driving," he stated, holding his hand out to Tony, looking for the keys.
"Yeah, sure thing." Tony handed them over without any argument. He took a deep, shaky breath. He caught Steve watching him out of the corner of his eye. "I'm fine, babe, honest. I've got you, and you keep me strong," the brunette smiled at the tall blond standing next to him.
"If you're going to freak out, I think now is the time to do it. Doing it at the hospital isn't going to help anyone, especially Pepper and the baby," Steve began.
"Honestly, I'll be ok. Me staying calm once we get there is what's best for everyone, so that's what I'm doing. If I need to have a freak out, I'll let you know." Tony gave Steve a quick kiss on the lips, then buried himself in to the strong arms of his super soldier. "I don't know what I would do without you, Steve."
"You don't even have to imagine, sweetheart," Steve replied, softly kissing the brunette curls that were tickling his face.
"Jarvis, set the navigation system up, check what the traffic conditions are like. I want to get to the hospital as soon as possible, please," Steve instructed as he slid in to the driver's seat of the Audi parked nearest to the garage door.
"Already completed, sir. Your estimated journey time is currently 15 minutes. Would you like to set the controls to manual or auto-driver?"
"Manual, please, Jarvis. You know, I have no idea why you installed that auto-driver program in all of our cars," he said, turning his attention to Tony who was strapping himself in in the passenger seat next to him.
"I know you don't like it, but that's why you still have the option to drive. Come on, drive. I want to get to Pepper as soon as possible," Tony snapped.
Steve knew better than to call Tony out for his attitude at that moment in time. He just started the car and pulled out in to the New York City traffic. They sat in relative silence for most of the journey, Steve concentrating on the road, and Tony concentrating on not having a hissy fit at how long it was taking them to get to the hospital.
When they finally arrived, Tony didn't wait for Steve to finish parking before he had the door open and was out of the car, muttering something under his breath about it being quicker if he just used his suit to fly them there. He didn't bother waiting for Steve, he knew that the super soldier would catch up to him before he even got to the front entrance.
Walking up to the nurses station, Steve asked for directions to where Pepper was being treated. When the nurse questioned what their relationship was to Pepper, Tony started to tell her exactly who they were, but was cut off by Steve, telling him that he was handling it.
"My name is Steve Rodgers-Stark, and this is my husband, Tony Stark. Pepper is one of our closest friends, and is also our surrogate. I know that she was in a car accident, we were contacted by Detective Wells of the NYPD and told to come here. Now, could you kindly tell me where she is being treated, as my husband and I would like to check on her and our unborn child." Steve's voice was oozing with Captain America authority, to the point that not even Tony would argue with him.
The nurse seemed to shrink back slightly in her seat, her resting bitch face turning to an apologetic expression as the colour drained from her features. "I'm so sorry, sir. Give me a moment, and I will locate her for you on our systems." She began typing furiously, hoping to get the information that the two men in front of her were looking for in record time. Of course, this would be the moment that her computer decided it wanted a 5 minute break, and was taking its sweet time in loading the search results.
"Oh, for the love of God, I'll go search for her room by room! It will be quicker than wasting our time here!" Tony huffed, turning on his heel to walk away from the desk.
"Sir, Miss Potts is currently still in the E.R, her injuries are still being assessed, and then I believe she is scheduled to be taken for various scans. If you make your way down to the waiting area, I will inform the on-call resident of your location, and ensure you are updated periodically," the nurse tried to be as helpful as possible.
"Thank you, we'd appreciate that," Steve smiled at her, then turned his attention to his husband. "Come on, let's go see our girl."
The pair headed through the maze of the hospital, pausing to look at information boards to try and figure out where they were, and how to reach the E.R.
When they finally arrived, they found Happy having his wounds assessed and stitched up by a young intern.
"What the hell happened? I trusted you to take care of them!" Tony started shouting, not stopping to think how the scene may appear to anyone else.
"Tony!" Steve reprimanded.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but you can't be in here right now. Please-"
"No it's ok, they can stay." The young girl was interrupted by Happy.
The intern nodded and went back to stitching a deep cut above Happys left eye.
"Guys, you have no idea how sorry I am that this happened," Happy began, turning to his friends. "I don't remember much. We were talking, we had had a nice meal and I was driving her home. Then next thing I know there is a blinding light surrounding Pepper, and the next thing I know, we're on the opposite side of the road. I remember screaming, I don't know if it was Pepper, me, or both of us. And then I remember blood. Lots and lots of blood. She was bleeding all over the place. She wasn't conscious, I tried to wake her up, get her to talk to me, but she didn't.
"Then the paramedics arrived, and the fire department, and they started to cut her out of the car. All I could do was sit and watch. Tony, you know I would never do anything to put her in danger. I love her, Tony. And I don't think she knows that." Happy broke off with a sob. His whole body was shaking, making it hard for the intern to do her job efficiently.
"I'm sure she does. And if she doesn't, then tell her as soon as she wakes up. Trust me, as maybe the worlds' leading authority on waiting too long; don't. Tell her how you feel, Happy. That way you can stop wondering "what if?" And you never know, maybe it will be the best thing that ever happened to you," at this, Steve pulled Tony to his side and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. He felt Tony wrap his arms around his waist, and he felt complete.
Suddenly, the privacy curtain surrounding the gurney that Happy was lay on was pulled open, and an older gentleman stood on the other side holding a clipboard.
"Mr. Stark?" He questioned, looking between the caressing couple before him.
Tony shifted his gaze from his husband to the other man in front of him. "Yes, that's me. Is this about Pepper?"
"Yes, sir. Please, if you could come with me?" He motioned for Tony to follow him.
Oh god this can't be good, Tony thought to himself as he reluctantly pulled himself from Steve's arms, but grabbed his hand and pulled him with him. They followed the doctor in to a private room, and the doctor closed the door behind them.
"Mr. Stark, my name is Dr. Robertson. I'm afraid I don't have any good news for you. We have all of Miss Potts' scans back. She has a great deal of internal bleeding, and several broken bones that will need to be set in surgery. There is a great deal of damage to her heart and lungs, which will require extensive surgery, possibly even bypass to repair completely. However, to perform coronary bypass surgery, there is specific drugs that they need to administer. Drugs that are harmful to the foetus. We can try and repair as much as we can, but we may have to deliver the baby by emergency caesarean. There may not be time to consult you once we start the surgery, so I need to know now what you would like for us to do?" The doctor was straight with them, he needed them to know just how serious the situation was.
"Why are you asking me?" Tony asked.
"According to her medical records, Miss Potts has you listed as her emergency contact, and her medical power of attorney, in the event that she cannot make decisions herself. She hadn't regained consciousness after the paramedics revived her in the ambulance, and we have her sedated now."
"They had to revive her?"
"Ah, I was under the impression that you knew about that. Yes, her heart stopped while she was being transported here, and it took around 15 minutes for the paramedics to get it beating again. At this point, we don't know if there will be any lasting damage-". The doctor was cut off by his pager beeping at him from his waist band. He looked at the message and nearly swore under his breath. "Mr. Stark, I'm afraid I don't have the luxury of time to be delicate with this. Miss Potts has went in to premature labour, she is on her way up to surgery now. We will take her straight in to surgery after the baby is delivered. The head of Paediatric medicine will be on standby in case anything happens with the baby, and to assess what the next steps are."
"Can't you stop the labour? She's only at 30 weeks, the baby is too small to come out yet. Please, they need more time, they aren't strong enough right now," Steve begged.
"There is a great deal of pelvic bleeding, meaning the baby may be in great distress and need to be delivered anyway. Anything we do at this stage to try stop the labour, puts both mother and baby at risk," Dr Robertson replied.
The superhero husbands looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do.
Tony turned to the waiting doctor, "do whatever you need to. Save them both, please."