Crazy = Genius

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nogodofhammers:

There were many applications to flying independently of his hammer.  While there was quite an explosive propulsion when he first took flight, he had achieved a level of control that even allowed for levitation.  That was how Thor found himself outside a third storey window, screwing a hinge on a shutter back into place.  There wasn’t a ladder quite tall enough to mend it, so Thor had volunteered.  It turned out that the screws had stripped the wood they were embedded in, and the whole hinge needed to be adjusted to properly reset the shutter.

It would have been an unusual sight to most, Thor, God of Thunder, using a battery drill to move a hinge.  A hammer was certainly more expected at least – and there was one in the toolbelt that he had secured around his waist.  It looked practically dainty hanging at his hip.

He called down, “Is there anything else while I’m –” the person he had taken the job from had disappeared.  It seemed a little rude, but then, he might not have been able to call out above the sound of the drill with such a distance between them.  Thor lowered himself to the ground, looking a little unsure of what to do now.

It took a little convincing, but Tony was finally able to get someone to let him outside. He wasn’t sure why he was under such lock and key. Maybe it was the state he arrived in. Maybe it was the fact Logan was still camped out in the safe house and people were concerned they might have missed something on him; either way, he now owed some people some favors.

Now one matchbox richer, Tony made his way outside. He had heard mutters of the God of Thunder returning to Midgard, but that couldn't’t be. Thor had yet to visit him. However, seeing the floating god outside a window, wielding a power drill, he lit up his joint and inhaled deeply.

“Well this is a surprise,” Smoke curled from Tony’s mouth. “How’s the drill treating you? I gotta say. The tool belt is a good look.”

“Dad got him for my birthday about two years ago,” Chuck said, looking to the German Sheppard that looked at the two of them curiously. Holding her hand out, Malcolm walked over for her to scratch his ears.

“I’ve been, okay.” Chuck shrugged, “as good as I can be with everything. Mom was in New York when the virus hit. And she never made it home…” Chuck trailed off for a moment and said, “a school friend was with me for awhile, but she got bit on a  supply run…”

“Well he’s great. What’s his name? Knowing you it’s something nerdy. Not that I have any room to talk,” He smiled, watching them interact. He was glad they had each other. 

The reaction didn’t take Steve by surprise.   He wouldn’t press the issue for now.   Instead he’d focus on the other things.   “Me?   What I’m always doing.  Looking for people that need my help.”  An easy smile sat on his face.   Even if the treks could be difficult he kept up the relaxed demeanor.  They often called on him to make hard choices and things he might not want to do.

“I haven’t been back long.  Just long enough to hear how some might find it a bit more reassuring if I stuck around.   So looking at taking on things that keep me in Haven most of the time.”  Steve reached to scratch the back of his neck.  “Uh apparently stayed long enough between trips to help provide to the gossip.  But that’s not important.”   Much more important to try and think of other things.

“Enough people here gonna need to think about a major expansion.   Its a good thing.”  That thought made him smile more easily.

Of course that’s what Steve was doing. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, buddy,” Tony went to chuckle, but it quickly turned into a cough. Dehydration did that to a person. He took a sip of water from the cup Bek had left him before settling back down.

“Gossip? Do go on, Steven. And you can’t say no to me. I’m an injured man. I think I deserve some bullshit gossip after the month I’ve had.” Tony really would settle for any news. He had next to no idea what was going on anymore.

She walked over to his bedside, smiling softly she said, “Dad picked me up about a week ago. Caused a commotion, I guess he went off without telling anyone why he ran off.” She gave him a hug and said, “I’m glad you’re here.” 

Malcolm sat next to Chuck, looking between Tony and her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at him with a smilie, “how are you feeling?” 

“That sounds like the most Phil thing to do.”  Tony remarked, giving her a tight hug to let her know how glad he was to see her.  “I’m glad I’m here too.  More importantly I’m glad you’re safe.”

Steve easily shifted a chair close to the bed and settled down in it.   Someone had the forethought to make the visitors chairs comfortable enough.   Which was good since he planned on staying for as long as needed.  Otherwise Tony might try to escape he could always pass the job on to someone else.

“Well I missed out on a bunch of stuff. Which is probably incentive to stick around and keep an eye on people.”   He gave a small self depreciating shrug as he stretched out his legs and crossed them in front of him.   “Clint’s checked back in after his long trip I think someone said he claimed zombies blew him up.   I heard something about a fight with spider-enhanced infected.  Overall the place seems to be doing great.  You set up a good thing here.”  

      “Hey there, Rogers.  Self deprecating is my thing, get your own.”  He leaned back against his pillow, careful of his stitches.  “Shit, looks like I’ll have to set aside some time for Barton.”  After what he saw new infected didn’t seem too far fetched anymore.

@lnvinciblelronman

Funny how you sometimes didn’t realize how much someone’s absence affected you until they were back again.   With Bucky Steve felt this nagging concern for his survival and well being.   Difficult not to after thinking he lost him and then finding out he lived but went through horrific torture and brainwashing.   But with Tony, well that something entirely different.

Tony Stark lived through his own series of tragedies and horrors.   Yet the guy kept surviving.  No matter what was thrown at him it never kept him down for long.   A fighter and a survivor who’d been tested time after time. So it never occurred to Steve to worry about not seeing Tony around.  Because a zombie apocalypse at its worse should just slow the man down, not ever stop him.

He couldn’t say how the compound felt about his absence but he could about Tony’s.   The almost electric feeling about Iron Man being back.  One more thing he’d been neglecting in his frequent scouting runs.   As solid a friend and partner to fight with as he’d ever had.   

So now he sought out his friend.   “Hey Shellhead, I thought I was the one that was supposed to go out on the long trips, not you.”

     Needless to say, Tony was exhausted.  Sleepless nights.  Next to no food or water, the near constant pump of adrenaline through his veins every waking moment.  Even now, lying in bed.  Tony felt flighty; like at any moment something, anything could go wrong.  He’d been gone for a while now, and it was probably getting to him.

Family Reunion

Being a daughter of a top SHEILD agent has always proven to give Chuck a rather interesting extended family. People her classmates has on sweatshirts and lunch boxes, Chuck called her aunties and uncles.

So when Chuck found out that Tony Stark was there, she wanted to say hi. She had been about thirteen last time she had seen him. With Malcom in tow, Chuck made her way towards the hospital wing. She walked in and called out “Uncle Tony?” She looked around for any sign of him.

      Tony was at least cleaned up for visitors by the time they started coming around.  He hadn’t been expecting much, of he was being honest with himself.  He’d sent Bobbi offto deal with Logan, and Bek having finished up her exam of him he was expecting some downtime.  Not that he wanted any downtime, the silence would likely drive him insane and any time spent with himself in his head always turned out badly.  

     The last visitor he expected was little Chuck.  Only she wasn’t so little anymore.  He didn’t even know she’d arrived until she poked her head in, calling his name.

Looking back on it all, really reviewing the entire situation and playing it back in his mind, Tony was beginning to realise maybe this entire thing was his fault.  Their main reason for returning to Avengers Tower was to get JARVIS, something he should have never forgotten in the first place, and if not for that, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

anyway, like mod nym said in the post on the main page: i had a lot of life hit me in the nuts all at once. my computer shit the bed. i was living in a not very good household situation. super depression/anxiety hit me. i had a terrible job that worked me full time hours with none of the benefits. you all know the drill. 

thankfully now im out of that bad situation and feeling a whole hell of a lot better. i live with my girlfriend and her best friend. i haven’t slept past ten thirty in almost a week (which is a lot for me bc i usually sleep till 4pm). i have an apartment and a new job and things are looking up.

im looking to have tony and logan’s return up on monday so be on the lookout for that bullshit. 

other than that if you want to plot something with either of those characters feel free to hit me up in the group’s discord or dm me (beautiful chinchilla#4605)

“Everyone will want to watch him, cute babies take your mind off of way worse things,” Some humor to take the serious tone from the conversation. No one needed to be more stressed than they already were.

“What it says about me is I’m paranoid and sometimes need to get away from it all,” Haven wasn’t exactly made for this scenario, but with some fortifications he’d made it would more than do. Assuming they didn’t get many more survivors. “We’re gonna do what we can to make sure your kid has a good place to grow up in. So everyone has a good place to grow in. We got dealt a shit hand here with all this, but we just … gotta try.” he finished lamely.

“Everyone will love him, super powers or not. I’m not big on kids and even I think he’s a cutie.” Tony assured her. “My paranoia benefited people? That’s a first,” he laughed, trying not to think about what would have happened if this place wasn’t around. He tried really, really hard. Those were usually the thoughts that kept him up at night. That or ‘what would happen if a wall went down.’ His laugh died down a little and he glanced over at Jess.