#138combatmissions

Walking up to the group of people he get’s behind the wheelchair, grabbing the handles and rolling him away from the crowd. “Sorry folks! This man is needed for some important business.” He waves at the crowd pulling Rhodey fully away from the crowd. “Hey sugar bear, would you have this dance with me?” 

The legs- the things Rhodey has now aren’t enough. They didn’t give Rhodey ENOUGH. A year ago Tony could just accept that was all he could do. There has to be more, more he could give to his best friend who gave EVERYTHING to tony. The Bionic spine would be better, Rhodey could feel a little more like himself with this. He hopes at least, this was the most Tony could do...since he couldn’t even S A V E his best friend from this MESS.

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did

[ text to: james ] hey. thanks. [UNSENT]

[ text to: james ] you know, for everything. sorta. [UNSENT]

[ text to: james ] it’s just nice that [UNSENT]

[ text to: james ] i just like having you around [UNSENT]

[ text to: james ] you kinda remind me of my dad, did you know that? [UNSENT]

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Work. Sucked. Two words Darcy was sure she was going to get tatttooed right across her forehead. Not only because she had been working until she was nearly dead on her feet (because there was no way in hell she was letting Boss Lady stay up until 5 am unsupervised with a wormhole thingy), but becaus eon her one free day in for forever, she was called in to do some science thing. Not that Darcy knew what the science thing was. She didn’t do that. She wasn’t that kind of smart. Sure she could do some engineering stuff, but other than that the data on the sheets she uploaded were completely foreign. 

But, despite her sour mood, she sat in anyways. Even though she was pretty sure she was pointless. She sat in the corner, on a desk, feet swinging back and forth as she bounced an eraser up and down. 

“I should totally be at home. Watching the old scary movie marathon that’s on tonight. But noooope! Science comes first!” She said out loud, basially to nobody since Jane’s face was so far pressed into her work. 

When the door to the lab opened, Darcy jumped up, totally relieved. For a moment, she was hoping it was Thor, or someone that could distract Jane and give Darcy a window to take off, but who she saw was so much better. Tony Stark stood there, but he wasn’t even what she was looking at. Nope. There in front of her very damn eyes was War machine. In the armor.