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Who: Tony and Ignis; Tony and OTA
When: Basoon 14
Where: Medical car
What: Recovering from being a Big Hero™
Warnings: Language likely

After Tony passed out upon arriving in the luggage carriage, he remained unconscious for the duration of Basoon 13.

[Waking Up: For Ignis]

It was midway through Basoon 14 when Tony slowly became aware of himself again. He groaned softly as the first thing he noticed was how sore his whole body was. It wasn't the feeling of intense pain that he'd had before, but it was noticeably uncomfortable. He had a bad taste in his mouth and it felt like his eyelids weighed three tons each. He went still for a few minutes before trying again. This time he managed to open his eyes, but immediately regretted it. The light was blindingly bright and he winced in pain from it. A few moments of blinking at it, his vision gradually cleared enough he could make out a general blob shaped thing might be a person and this bed didn't feel like a bunk.

[OTA: Come Visit Him!]

Following the initial wake up, Tony alternated between napping and generally being bored stuck in the medical room. His strength was slowly coming back to him. Obviously the best cure for his condition is a bunch of people to come visit and annoy him.

[Another for Ignis, Basoon 15]

It was later in the day than Tony normally got up and moving, but at least he was up and moving today. He'd let other members of his team deal with the breakfast crowd, but lunch had been salmon burgers, sweet potato fries, and a cucumber herb salad with crumbled feta cheese. He might have even impressed some people (no one in particular, just people).

However, all that was over and now it was dishes. He usually left these for the rest of his team to deal with but.. hell, he didn't need a reason. So he was elbow's deep in hot, sudsy water and pretending to not know a certain person was very likely to come in and join him.

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Tony laughed at the zinger at his expense. It was a rather good one. He rolled his eyes at Ignis' huff and then the request that he rest. Even before he'd fully left, Tony shook his head and looked at Feanor. "And he wonders why I'm his only friend."

Once Ignis left, Tony's expression relaxed to a bit more sincere and tired, instead of that forced bravado, mostly because he didn't have the energy to keep it going. He wouldn't prefer not to appear weak in front of anyone, but it was particularly difficult in front of the proud elf.

"Goats are stupid creatures, I'm on board with your plan to avoid them always. I'm a bit confused about your son's vision and what we experienced." His interest though shifted to what Feanor revealed. "A forge? Really? Can you make a sledgehammer?"

"I'd love to. If only I still had access to it. Sadly I don't. We have already left. You were asleep during departure."

There is something in his voice telling it wasn't easy. That Fëanor really wouldn't have minded a couple of days more at that forge. Or a couple of centuries if he was to be truly honest.

"Fear not, I have brought you something else to ease your woes."

Of course, he didn't lug it here from the storage carriage where he left it. If Tony wants to know what it is, he has to ask.

"We have?" Tony asked, with a frown. He hadn't realized it. Of course, he hadn't been awake all that long. "How long have I been out then?" He ran a hand through his hair, feeling self-contious of how long he'd been in this room with everyone looking at him and wondering if he'd ever wake up. It was unsettling to say the least.

Feanor's upbeat tone brought him out of his worry and he waited a moment expecting elaboration, but the man didn't. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to leave me in suspense or tell me what it is?" He paused before adding with a laugh. "Or are you just waiting for me to say 'please'? Please, Feanor?"

Fëanor shakes his head. He understands why Ignis had to explicitly tell Tony to rest. That man can't sit, or rather lie down, still for a minute. Lest someone thinks Tony Stark is not invincible. Fëanor is not going to judge that. Shocking, yes, but he was guilty of such behaviour himself so many times that it would be plain hypocritical if he were to criticize Tony for it.

"Not even a day. We left today, early in the morning."

He laughs at the mock plea.

"You are an impossible man with no patience, Tony Stark. Of course, I was going to tell you." Says the elf with no patience. That just can't wait to save his life. Quite literally. That's not a jab, more a recognition of a kindred spirit.

"Thanks to the kind owner of the forge I just mentioned I was able to solve our problem with the lack of proper equipment for alcohol production." That's an awful lot of words to say he made an alembic but would he ever miss the chance to gloat about his achievement? Never.

"I forged us an alembic. The only sealant it needs can be made out of ordinary flour which we have in abundance. That way we won't be spreading the good mood around the train unintentionally."

It's not the most sophisticated technology to make booze with, even if the object itself is a stunning work of art. Like anything that Fëanor makes. He just can't stop himself from making his creations look like they belong in the royal palace besides being fully functional tools or objects. Still, the thing being uncomplicated with a few moving parts means that if it breaks, as unlikely as it is, they can fix it on the train. Even with such limited range tools and materials as they have here.

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Tony had to admit, he liked it when Feanor laughed. It was much better than the man being mad at him. His mind kept racing over the elf had done for him and he was coming with with the most outlandish ideas. Surely the elf had done something a whole lot more normal than 'composed a ballet in the name of the War God Stark'. Although that had a nice ring to it.

His eyebrows shot up when the object was revealed. "An alembic? Feanor, you crazy elf genius! Thank god." If only he needed enough alcohol just to deal with Peter would be a heaven sent miracle. "You have to show me." He went to move himself off the bed and found himself dizzy simply from the act of sitting up. Putting a hand to his head, he groaned. The old fool, had at least been prevented from getting more than one foot off the bed, but still.

Fëanor has no time to bask in his well-deserved glory. He'd argue at crazy but he is indeed a genius, no doubts about it. Though the crazy part ... it sometimes happens. He doesn't get a chance to comment on any of that because the other genius in the room decides it's a brilliant idea to get up right after he passed out for nearly a day.

"Eru, have mercy! Lie down, you foolish man!"

Fëanor shakes his head in disbelief. From the moment he saw Tony trying to sit up he was fully prepared to catch the man if he fell. Fortunately, there was no need for it.

"There will be plenty of time for you to try it later. It's not going anywhere. You shouldn't either!" That's not a suggestion.

Tony felt the embarrassment sharply, but not quite as bad as the dizziness and other very uncomfortable feelings pulsing in his body after starting to move like he had. He was glad he hadn't actually fallen out of the bed or he may have requested someone just put him out of his misery.

As it was, he only had to suffer the humiliation in front of Feanor.. which was unsurprisingly bad. He laid back against the pillow and groaned again. "I was fine till I used that damn watch.." he grumbled sourly.

"Yes and then you weren't."

Fëanor completely ignores the visible discomfort the other man must feel having anyone see him in the state he's in. Sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and admit you're not invincible. If he can do this, Tony Stark won't die from it either.

He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed putting a hand on Tony's forehead. His hand is warm and touch calming. Soft glow seeps from between his fingers.

There's not a shred of doubt that Tony took a beating. No wonder his body shut down. He needed rest. But his spirit is strong. Too stubborn for his own good but strong. It just needs a little help to speed up the body's recovery. Iron Man, huh? Fëanor smiles. Here's one with a will of iron, not only the armor. Not too shabby for a human.

"My kin produced some of the best healers our world has seen," he says still not moving away, "I am not one of them." Another pause. "That doesn't mean I'm powerless. I rarely am." He'd have never admitted to something like this before. He'd never bother doing something like that for anyone who was not his immediate family. But centuries of enforced idleness and solitude can change anyone. Even someone as stubborn as him.

"You're not injured." he says "Just exhausted. Give yourself a couple of hours more and you'll be fine."

The light fades and Fëanor moves to the chair. He takes the watch from his wrist and lifts it up so he can take a better look.

"So this thing seems to tolerate moving one person in case of an emergency but not two? Interesting. I wonder if it's connected to wearer's life energy or the limit is purely on the device."

Was Feanor sure about that? Tony wasn't so convinced this embarrassment wasn't lethal. Since laying down again, he just felt weak and ill. For someone who was such a genius he could be fairly stupid when it came to self-care- and to think this was an improvement from a decade ago!

He didn't realize Feanor was on the bed till his hand was touching his head. Fortunately before he could make any dumb comments, he felt the soothing sensation and some of the pain recedes. It made him less sick but the pull to let go and fall asleep again was much stronger. Stubbornly he fought it. "'s a good thing you're pretty then.." he joked, a grogginess to his voice that wasn't there before evident. "Elf that can't heal like a... something that heals."

He was losing his train of thought. Glancing to where Feanor seemed to have just materialized instead of simply walked over to the chair. When had he moved? "Feel like everyone's watching me because of that window," he complained. His words starting just slightly to slur sleepily together. "If this bed was bigger you wouldn't have to be over there. Big elf bear." Was that the right way to put that? Teddy bear. Was Teddy the name or was it a type of bear? If it was the name then it would be Feanor Bear. "That's a terrible name."

Quite sure. To the point, he actually laughed at the stupid joke that Tony made.

"Clearly, you haven't met any elves before."

What a weird idea? His kin had healers, warriors, craftsmen, and artists. Why insist on healers in particular? There was no use of asking now as Tony was slowly drifting into sleep. As he should have instead of trying to keep his eyes open.

"Nobody does" he starts but the next comment makes his snort in a very undignified way. Fëanor casts a quick glance at the window. The medical car is between the gym and the new games carriage but nobody in their right mind would need anything from either of those now. Not after such an exhausting mission. Probability than anyone has seen him was pretty low and Tony surely wasn't awake enough to notice. But that was downright hilarious.
A bear. Of all things. The comparison is so absurd it's funny. If anything, Fëanor can appreciate the absurd.

"That's not even a name, silly," he says as he walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. His hand is again on Tony's forehead. No light this time, just a calm presence.

"Sleep," he says "Don't try to fight it. You can rest now. I'll keep an eye on everything."

That's not even a command or a spell. It's nothing of that sort. Just words. Simple words of encouragement so that the man in bed finally allows himself his well-deserved rest. Yet it is important who says them. Fëanor's words had always carried more weight and made more impact.

When Tony wakes up Fëanor is gone but there's a blanket taped to the window on the medbay door with a note attached. The note says: "This is a temporary solution at best but you're welcome."

If anything spoke to how much Tony trusted the other man, it was how immediate he is able to let go when asked. The hand on his forehead was soothing and the elf's presence alone made him feel safe. So he'd barely heard the whole sentence before his eyes fell shut and he gave up on trying to be anything than what he was- completely exhausted. He slept for several more hours before stirring again. The room was oddly dark and he glanced up at the blanket. It made his lips curl at the edges and he rolled over to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

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