affliction

[in_extremis]

WHO: Tony, Billy, and anyone that wants to deal with the fallout from the first bug bites
WHERE: L'hopital
WHAT: Come visit Tony as he recovers and try to figure out what's going on with this infestation!
WHEN: Backdate a bit. Shortly after the rage incident with the Young Avengers (Tommy's included? Unsure.)
WARNINGS: Everyone got a little hurt, some injuries might be gross? Depends on if anyone is here to do actual hospital stuff.


The recovery was definitely going much faster than it would have without Extremis' accelerated healing, but that didn't make Tony any more patient with it. They had worked fast, he had only been out for a few minutes, he knew that much-- he had been completely brain dead for half an hour the last time he had a very similar heart attack, and Nick Fury couldn't keep him lying around in bed for more than a day. He could at least get some sleep that time, though. The shock hadn't burst straight through his chest, leaving him feeling mummified under the dressing that only irritated the raw depression over his heart and the lightning burst that shredded across his back, impossible still to put any weight on. And he had been revived by a team of very professional EMTs, not one frenetic teenager stabbing him with a needle that left his whole chest cavity feeling bruised and swollen and impossible to breath in any other position. If he deigned to stay in bed, he was sitting up, cross-legged, bent over the D.A.T.A. sphere recovered from where he had abandoned it in the diner, excruciatingly trying to coax Extremis from focusing on the physical to let him do some programming, at least, barely mustering a small, golden nanoweb over his fingertips to create a contact point with the sphere.

More likely, though, he was draped in a sweater that made him stiff and uncomfortable, too aware of every stitch of yarn in it, but not feel quite as vulnerable as he lurked around the front desk or break room behind it to try to fill in the gaps of his still unreliable short term memory. He still didn't exactly understand why he was here, what could have possibly gone so wrong after several months of solidly risky behaviour in an alien environment on a morning that, Tony was pretty sure, he only had plans to behave himself with a cup of coffee for once. And he was still owed that cup; he definitely didn't remember enjoying it.

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[in_extremis]

That was a surprisingly methodical examination from Billy, making Tony finally stop his own worried patting and lean back on his hands, mouth twisting in thoughtful doubt at BD's question. "You wouldn't say that if all of my friends were teenagers," he pointed out. At least the droid seemed to be in good repair, if a little spooked, but that did leave one element of this fight unknown. Carefully, eye on Billy, Tony asked, "What state did you leave him in?" Cal might have been playing defensively, but that didn't mean Tommy was going to be entirely unscathed when he was found, making Tony's fingers tap anxiously on the bed. But if Cal could confirm he was freaked but otherwise intact, maybe Billy would be convinced not to rush into the problem before Tony could figure it out.

[out_of_order]

There was a problem with teenage friends? BD-1 clearly did not understand as borbled as much.

Cal at least was a cooperative patient. He flexed his fingers, replied that there was nothing he felt that was off aside from just being tender in places, especially his arms. His eyes followed Billy's light without problem.

"Unharmed," Cal said, eyes still on the light as he responded to Tony. "I only slowed him or pushed him back, but I didn't drop him when I had lifted him up. He backed up pretty quick when BeeDee threatened to shock him." The padawan fingered his neck at the memory of Tommy's tight grasp there before BD-1 had made him release Cal.

[wearingthestars]

Billy watched Cal closely as he preformed his examination, and once he's satisfied with how his eyes react he moves on, resting a few fingers under Cal's jaw with light pressure.

"Can you try to open your mouth for me?" he asked, features twisting with guilt at the mention of the threat of shocking, gaze skirting away, knowing why it was Tommy would have been afraid of that.

[in_extremis]

It wasn't clear if Cal needed to hear it at all, he seemed to be taking this pretty well, but Tony still offered, "You did good, sweetheart." To go one-to-one with Tommy on a good day wasn't an easy fight, never mind the bug issue, and that Cal could come out of it without doing any damage was an impressive accomplishment. "There's some kind of insect, I think the guys might have a nest in their place," he explained, shooting a look Billy's way partially for an apology for the assumption, but the Young Avengers so far had been the only ones they knew were effected, and partially hoping he was in an okay place to explain better because Tony only had his hypotheses. "I don't know if its the bug, or it's something about...Tommy, but it's creating a bad reaction." And maybe Cal should be checked for any bites, too, but Tony left that on Billy as well with another lingering stare over Cal's shoulder.

[out_of_order]

The reaction from Billy if not that sense of guilt was hint enough that something had definitely happened involving electricity or something of the sort. Cal obliged him as he pushed against Billy's fingers.

He glanced at Tony with a weary smile. Unfortunately no stranger to tight scrapes and people out to kill him, having to clash against a friend was still the worst.

"...there's definitely some kind of influence from that bug," Cal confirmed, frowning. "It was difficult sensing where it ended and Tommy began, everything was do blurred together."