2741/Support for the Lost

Support for the Lost
Date of Scene:	02 August 2020
Location:	St. Luke's Hospital
Synopsis:	Steve and Tony help out at a hospital caring for Mutant Town denizens.
Cast of Characters:	Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

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Tony Stark has posed:
"Hi," Tony says as he glances up and over to Steve. Tony is exhausted, and is laying out on one of the long, comfortable emerald green couches in the conference room they were provided. "There's sandwiches over there," Tony comments, with a vague gesture down towards the table.

The Avengers are at the hospital to encourage and talk to many of the people of mutant town that were in sorry shape. The long time was very hard on some of them, and they needed emergency treatment. It's a wonderful few hours, to come and visit and talk to them, but also exhausting. A relief that so many could be helped, and encouraged by the visit of the heroes.

"I think the visiting hours are over, now? They shoo you out?" Tony asks.

Steve Rogers has posed:
It's with a heavier hand that Steve pushes open the conference room door to admit himself to the quiet if less sterile room. He glances over towards the couch when he hears the familiar voice of his fellow Avenger and has enough gumption in him still to offer a small if tired smile.

"Hey." The sandwiches are taken in at a glance before the Captain walks in their direction. Always hungry, the super-serum, burning calories like a brushfire. He shrugs out of his light-weight coat and hangs it on the back of one of the chairs before collecting up a white paper plate and four of the slices of what appear to be sub-sandwiches cut into sections. "Yeah, got shooed out. Folks need their rest. I could tell the young woman I was talking to wanted to speak longer, but the IV was getting to her. Making her tired. She needed the rest, so I excused myself 'nd the nurses let me know about the hour."

He looks over at Tony, holds up one of the slices of sandwich still wrapped in paper. "You want one?"

Tony Stark has posed:
"Yeah, one of the turkey ones? Thanks," Tony replies, evenly. He has a cup - probably just water - already near him. "Before you get sandwich all over your hands, check this out."

Tony pulls a paper, folded once, out of his pocket, and offers it to Steve to see. It is a children's drawing; a child hugging her family, with heroes overhead flying. Tony's lips quirk into a sideways smile. He leans to gesture to the top left corner, to draw Steve's eye there. "God bless u, love Katie" is written there. "Katie," Tony comments, "is this many." He shows Steve six fingers, with a smirk that isn't really a smirk. Tiny Katie was charming.

Steve Rogers has posed:
The small plate of sandwiches (plus one for Tony, a turkey as requested), is set down on the table in order for the broad-shouldered blond to walk over. He takes the paper offered and carefully unfolds it as he stands by the green couch. His brows, faintly knitted, loosen and his smile appears, one-sided and heavily dimpled.

"That many, huh? She's getting big already. Good sense of proportion. Like the color scheme used, lots of bright colors," Steve comments, light-hearted in his critique of the picture as an artist himself. He offers the picture back to Tony, still smiling. "What else did she tell you?"

Tony Stark has posed:
"Mostly things about her dad. He's the one that's staying here. She wasn't in Bushwick when it happened. So. Reunited. It's very..." Tony trails off, as if thinking through the weird sensation of 'feels' that he's experiencing, but he chuckles. He accepts the picture back, putting it away. "Let's just say, a good reminder that all the long nights were worth everything that went into it," Tony says. He moves to sit up, suppressing a yawn behind the side of his wrist.

"Pepper's on point with the groups that aren't hospitalized, getting them into the temporary housing, and connecting those families with their loved ones," Tony adds.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Well worth it." A quiet and heartfelt agreement for all that was done to bring normality back to those who so desperately needed it. Steve returns to collect up the plate of sandwich slices as well as a cup of water. His pace is steady, sedate, in no hurry at all as he walks to seat himself on the arm of the emerald green couch Tony currently occupies.

The turkey sandwich section is handed off towards the genius-inventor. "I can imagine she'll get a few pictures herself," he says quietly, his smile equally decreased in intensity. "She's got a way about her few others do. Grateful she's a part of our work, that's for sure."

Tony Stark has posed:
"At least one from me," Tony laughs, at Steve's observation that Pepper will get pictures. Earlier in the day he'd sent her one of himself with a selfie of a very very excited young man. "Though I didn't have such colorful crayons on me, so, photography skills it was."

Tony sat up, so he's no longer occupying all of the couch anymore. He retrieves his own turkey sandwich, in his own thoughts for a moment. "She ran that charity benefit while I was working on the orbital relay," Tony adds. There's a thoughtful distant look in the observation. "Did you end up making it?"

Steve Rogers has posed:
There's a muffled little laugh from Steve behind his wrist, given his mouth is still full of a big bite of sandwich. Selfies count. The Captain glances over again at the question. Swallowing carefully, he then reaches for the cup of water set on the stereotypical faux-wood end-table tucked to the couch.

"Made a brief showing, not as long as I'd hoped it would've been," the man admits with some rue in tone. A gulp of water and he sets the cup aside again. "Know the auction went well, which is good. Folks'll benefit from every bit of it. Had a chance to prove to Janet that I can tolerate a tuxedo with the best of 'em." There's a little smirk flittering about his lips that disappears once he's eating sandwich again.

Tony Stark has posed:
"/I/," Tony smirks, "Was in t-shirt and jeans. But I would have rather been there, in a suit, and have had the orbital relay already done, but -- there are limits to my miracles. Tiny limits, but limits all the same," grins the inventor with amusement.

"But yeah, I'm lucky to have her," Tony says smoothly. He angles one hand back, rubbing the edge of his thumb against his jaw briefly as he chews sandwich. "I mean, running those things during my miracles." The quick clarification was a /little/ awkward. But only a little.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Tony gets one of those glances -- the kind where Steve's fully aware that someone's attempting to smoothe over some verbal hiccup and weighing the chance for some dead-pan response on matters.

He's merciful this time, merely noting, "Bet you couldn't wish for someone more competent. She's masterful in her sphere of influence. Level-headed, sociable. Probably earned a vacation by now, I'd think." He's already down to the last of his four slices of sub-sandwich and this is at dire risk of disappearing as it stands.

Tony Stark has posed:
"It's /her/ that won't take a vacation," Tony gripes automatically with a sharp laugh, grabbing onto the easy angle immediately. "I'd probably have to lock her out of the tower - and all her accounts - to get her to take more than a day off. Though I admit it's useful, that workaholic thing: I need her around," Tony laughs. "Stark Industries needs her around."

"She's loyal as they come; eight years now, I think. I'd have to look it up. Were she here, she'd know for sure." Pepper knows all the numbers of all the things. Tony eats his sandwich, while trying to remember.

"Everything okay with Janet? Pym's been... interesting. I met Nadia finally, too. Mini-interesting."

Steve Rogers has posed:
One of the napkins crinkles softly as Steve cleans off his fingers, plate now devoid of even crumbs or an errand sprig of greenery or piece of cheese. He glances over again, smiling as he chews, bows quirked.

"Ask her next time you see her," the man suggests before the question follows. He takes the time to finish out the rest of his water and scan the room for the water cooler -- ah, there it is, blue jug and all. He doesn't depart the couch yet however, choosing to look over at Tony again.

"Janet's alright. This business with Hank 'nd Nadia..." Contemplative, the Captain's set of face. "...'s'making her think. Which isn't a bad 'nd don't think 'm saying she doesn't think. Should probably frame it as evaluating 'nd re-evaluating. Nadia's a new factor in an equation she thought she had the answer to with Hank. Part of me's wondering if she's gonna try 'nd be a mentor to Nadia after all, but she was still wondering about that too." A point at Tony off the white cup. "Keep that under your hat 'til she tells you otherwise or you see it." A sigh. "Haven't gotten a good chance to check on Hank either, should probably do it. Either of 'em, really." Father and daughter, apparently.

Tony Stark has posed:
"Hey, Janet won't hear anything about that from me," Tony assures his friend smoothly. Tony is many things, but a liar isn't one of them, and the secrets he needs to keep -- such as those related to schematics of scary tech, or those of the few close friends he actually has -- are definitely going to be held, once he gives his word about it.

"Hank came out to the charity gala I heard, so, he's not being a hermit. Maybe Nadia'll be really good for him. A project. ...Or they'll impode together. I sure wouldn't want to share a lab with Pym for long," Tony grins a little bit. "Banner on the other hand... yes. He's still in the wind, though." Tony eats the last of his sandwich, and balls up the papers. "I'm trying to ease that PR nightmare when he stomped the memorials flat, but... hope the big guy's okay, wherever he's hiding."

An alarm buzzes quietly from Tony's mobile device. "Ride's ready. Grab another for the road?" Tony suggests of the food, grinning, and standing up. Time to head out and let those in the hospital get on with their jobs, and their healing.