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ptsd is just spicy nostalgia ([personal profile] billionaires) wrote2018-08-22 10:09 pm

#inbox



Prompts, starters, etc. Anything goes!
Canon point default to after/during Homecoming but feel free to request others.
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[personal profile] efficacy 2020-04-16 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shh," she soothes quietly, wrapping an arm around his middle and pressing a kiss to his cheek before starting to herd him out of the bathroom. "It's okay. Just stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you," she murmurs with a hint of wry fondness in her tone again. She marches him to bed, ushering him under the covers and stroking a soft hand over his hair in a gentle caress before turning on her heel to pull the heavy curtains over the windows to block out daylight. "Sit tight, okay. I'll get you something for the pain-- you want some ice, still?"
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[personal profile] efficacy 2020-04-16 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will," she promises, already on her way out of the room. She goes around gathering what she needs with damn near military efficiency, not a single movement wasted. It only takes her a few minutes before she returns, closing the door to the bedroom in her wake and plunging the room into not quite complete darkness, but it's a near thing. The curtains let just enough light through that when her eyes adjust to the dimness, she doesn't bump into anything with her bounty.

"Here. Two pills, take them both," Pepper urges in low, soft tone once perched on the edge of the bed, finding his hand with hers and slipping the smooth capsules on his palm. "I've got a bottle of water here if you want some. And some cold gel packs just in case." He said he didn't want ice, but the cold might help manage some pain before the medicine (hopefully) took effect.
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[personal profile] efficacy 2020-04-27 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Pepper takes the bottle from him when he's done, already set aside the gel packs and other paraphernalia she'd brought with her. She doesn't bother taking the time to change into pjs or anything, easily capitulating at Tony's words and slipping under the covers with him in her robe. Folding him into her embrace, she drops a kiss to his hair and holds him as close as she can.

"It's okay, honey." The softly murmured endearment trips from her lips with startling ease, feeling odd on her tongue only for a short moment. "I'm here." Lightly stroking his hair with one hand, she lets her fingers comb through the damp strands for a moment before sliding softly down to his nape, kneading and smoothing gently alongside the vertebrae and around the bottom of his skull with her fingertips in effort to release any tension there.