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Who: Tony + Varies
Where: Tony's lab and then the medical room
When: Early Grasshopper 3- Grasshopper 4
What: Between bad self-care and poor ventilation while working on specific chemicals, Tony passes out
Warnings: CW: Distress and medical stuff? Tony being Tony? Idk.
Notes: Tony's classes are going to be suspended for a couple weeks.

Grasshopper 3, The Incident [Narrative]
It'd been a rough few weeks. He'd made a decision to end his relationship with Ignis only to have the man disappear. He had to watch the man depart on platform day and hold his child as she mourned the loss. His other kid, Peter, was a mess with losing May and still not over Gwen leaving- not that he blamed the boy at all. Wei and his son leaving had been hard to watch too.

So, he coped as he always coped- by working. The pressure to find a cure for a boy who deserved to have his life back spurred him on as well. Working closely with Peter and sometimes Conan, he knew they were getting close. With just a little more coffee, a little more bourbon, he was sure they were going to get that breakthrough.

He'd woken up early and returned to his work. In a beaker, he added a chemical compound he'd created over the last few days and watched the reaction. He winced as the reaction kicked up an awful smell. Turning to write some notes, he felt the room start to spin. The coffee cup fell out of his hand and broke on the floor. Coughing, he couldn't catch his breath. Putting a hand to his chest, he felt pain lance through his body stemming from his heart. Just when he hit the floor, he didn't know but the world turned black.

The Rescue [Closed to Kitty, the Doctor, and whoever else she might need (medical people, idk?)]

When Kitty finds him, he's on the floor barely breathing. It's not quite a heart attack but the symptoms are really similar. A few of the coffee cup shards dug into his skin when he fell. He needs help and fast!

Grasshopper 3 (late) and Grasshopper 4, Medical Room [OTA]

He spent the majority of the day asleep. Slowly sometime that evening, Tony woke feeling weak and disoriented. He groaned finding himself in the medical room. That was never a good sign.

[ooc: Feel free to come bug him after he's woken up.]

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There was no spark of recognition in his eyes as Tony said he was Iron Man, nor did he particularly seem impressed by his first two titles. He'd met many defenders of the world, and they tended to be well off when at home. An engineer? Interesting. Baker? Oh, father, that may be why.

Train leader. Those were the magic words. This was the man to get on the good side of.

"At home I was an artist. I owned a mask shop and would make custom masks for my customers." A pause, then a sheepish smile with a coy tone. "After home, I remained an artist, but I would draw portraits of new friends. One friend loved to dress up in silks and languish in his melancholy." There's a fondness on his face as he recounts this.

His focus returns to Tony and his tone returns more to normal, his smile fading a bit. "Ah - forgive me. I became a drinking buddy, a confidant. An explorer of other worlds. Much like what I've been told everyone does here, but the goal was different."

The easygoing smile returned to his face. "I hope there's a similar place for me here."

"A mask shop?" He asked, surprised. He supposed masks had to come from somewhere, but he'd never taken any energy to consider what kind of people would own a shop just for that. "Silk is good for that, but alcohol is more effective."

"What kind of goal did you have?" He had the slightest suspicion there. Chalk it up to Thanos for his paranoia.

Uta nodded in confirmation at the mask shop. "Yes. I was quite successful. My apartment was above my shop as well, so it was quite convenient." He wasn't going to go into why he was so successful because it wasn't just because people wanted art pieces commissioned.

Uta chuckled as Tony said that alcohol is more effective. "Ah, but silks are luxurious and when you languish in them you're beautiful, you know? He was one for theatrics." Uta's smile grew a little ornery. "I'm personally an alcohol guy myself. I imagine, though, if I had an artist at my disposal I may prefer to languish in luxurious silks with a wine glass in hand." He winked to Tony.

"Oh, our hosts wanted us to solve some kind of mystery or find some piece of information. We may sway the tides of a political race, or start a revolution. The conditions changed every place we traveled." He shrugged.

"I've done that," Tony answered with a laugh. It did make him feel quite beautiful and melodramatic too. It would be fun to have a room of silks here on the train too- though, that likely would lead to that room being 'adults only' very quickly. He wasn't sure he minded that too much.

He nodded as he heard what kind of goals there were. That made more sense and was less concerning than he'd feared. "That is very similar to here. Although our goals often involve a planet or galaxy being destroyed and in need of saving."

Tony's laugh made Uta smile a little. He could almost just about imagine the man before him doing just that, the melodrama of it all. "As much as I love men caught in beautiful melodrama, I do hope that you were not languishing for too long."

Oh, yes, a silks room would be quite nice. Uta would have all of the beautiful subjects he needed to draw and, well, there were probably some men who would frequent the room that he'd come to admire. Uta would agree that it would likely become an adults only room, but that would be fine too. Almost welcome in comparison to the incredibly sanitized experience this was already turning out to be.

"That's what a small girl told me when I arrived. She mentioned that we are assigned to teams and each team has different goals in the places we go. And that, well... The teams aren't enforced in any way." He shrugged.