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entrancelogs2014-06-03 11:14 pm
handing) wrote in entrancelogs2014-06-03 11:14 pm
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(Closed) No Excuses For This Silence
Who: James Rhodes (withanx), Pepper Potts (handing), and Some Dead Guy (sexandoutrage)
Where: Tony's basement lab
When: June 3rd
Rating: PG, PG-13? Probable talk of murder/mutilation.
Summary: Tony is supposed to come back to life, so Pepper and Rhodey are waiting on him to do that.
The Story:
She really does hate how quiet the workshop can be. The only sound that seems to stand out is the soft whir of Dummy's arm, cleaning around pieces of armor left at Tony's station. Rhodey is standing on the other side of the room, JARVIS is silent even though Pepper knows he's monitoring so much. There's no banging or clanking, no chaotic frenzy that somehow leads to production. No rifts of heavy metal or smooth jazz or whatever Tony's gotten it into his head to listen to now.
There's no sign of life in the lab. Not even the light Pepper can see shining beneath the sheet qualifies, and she truly does hate it.
But it doesn't matter that being here feels like a slow torture. Pepper refuses to go anywhere else, curled up in the chair with her shoes off for who knows how long now. She's tried to work a time or two, first on projects that have meaning, then organization that doesn't. Part of her desperately wants to sort things in the workshop again, just for the promise of Tony voicing his frustration over her cleaning his space, because this has always been his space, here and at home. Except part of her, that small part that stubbornly clings to reality as she knows it fears he won't.
It doesn't matter how many times she goes over the line in the pamphlet, the section she's written and rewritten about death. A small voice in her head is terrified that he won't come back.
She hasn't slept; maybe dozed, but only for a few minutes and never deeply. Food is far removed from her mind, and she only has her phone beside her out of habit. It isn't like Pepper to let her world stop, not when work tends to be her comfort. But there is no control in this situation, no pretense that can satisfy. Not when Tony's body lies so nearby, too still and too silent, has been that way for hours now.
He's supposed to come back. He's going to come back, some voice in her head reminds. But she is far too practical, and the one silence she wishes for, the cessation of doubt, is the one she can't seem to find.
withanx), Pepper Potts (handing), and Some Dead Guy (sexandoutrage)Where: Tony's basement lab
When: June 3rd
Rating: PG, PG-13? Probable talk of murder/mutilation.
Summary: Tony is supposed to come back to life, so Pepper and Rhodey are waiting on him to do that.
The Story:
She really does hate how quiet the workshop can be. The only sound that seems to stand out is the soft whir of Dummy's arm, cleaning around pieces of armor left at Tony's station. Rhodey is standing on the other side of the room, JARVIS is silent even though Pepper knows he's monitoring so much. There's no banging or clanking, no chaotic frenzy that somehow leads to production. No rifts of heavy metal or smooth jazz or whatever Tony's gotten it into his head to listen to now.
There's no sign of life in the lab. Not even the light Pepper can see shining beneath the sheet qualifies, and she truly does hate it.
But it doesn't matter that being here feels like a slow torture. Pepper refuses to go anywhere else, curled up in the chair with her shoes off for who knows how long now. She's tried to work a time or two, first on projects that have meaning, then organization that doesn't. Part of her desperately wants to sort things in the workshop again, just for the promise of Tony voicing his frustration over her cleaning his space, because this has always been his space, here and at home. Except part of her, that small part that stubbornly clings to reality as she knows it fears he won't.
It doesn't matter how many times she goes over the line in the pamphlet, the section she's written and rewritten about death. A small voice in her head is terrified that he won't come back.
She hasn't slept; maybe dozed, but only for a few minutes and never deeply. Food is far removed from her mind, and she only has her phone beside her out of habit. It isn't like Pepper to let her world stop, not when work tends to be her comfort. But there is no control in this situation, no pretense that can satisfy. Not when Tony's body lies so nearby, too still and too silent, has been that way for hours now.
He's supposed to come back. He's going to come back, some voice in her head reminds. But she is far too practical, and the one silence she wishes for, the cessation of doubt, is the one she can't seem to find.