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[ after a helping of her blood from jenna and a trip down the rest of the way to the medbay, tony actually thinks that he should get pepper down here. part of him, a large part of him wonders how mad she's going to be and how she's going to feel when she sees that for once his stupidity actually ended in something he can't fix. ( he can, he just needs to build another eye, he thinks. but later, after he's recovered a bit. )

but another part of him just wants to see his fucking girlfriend, the one constant thing in his life. he just wants pepper to be near him and god he can't break any of this to her over the goddamn comm and it's with that thought. that thought that just keeps fluttering in his head that he sends a quick message sounding slightly drugged. ]

Hi. Pepper. I know, you're probably mad at me. God, I'm actually mad at myself at this point. Can you— I'll explain this if you just get down to medbay. For once this is one of those times when I need to tell you stuff in person. And am trying to do just that! I'm not dead, by the way. In case that wasn't obvious.

Just get down here.

[ There is no accurate way to describe the way that Pepper snatches her comm up; she does it so violently and suddenly that she practically drops it in the same moment, smashing the buttons to respond. There's a pause before she starts, in which she finds herself swallowing both an obscene amount of anger and relief, not sure which to express first.

Her voice is so taut that it could put elastic to shame. ]

You have no idea how mad I am.

[ That's it. Sharp, fast. And then, ]

I've also never been happier to hear your voice, [ and in turn, hers falters, briefly, before it's back to angry ] but I'm still so mad that if you'd died, I swear I'd have found a way to revive you just so I could kill you again myself. [ Swallow. Breathe. Move. ] Five minutes.

[ He expected this, it'd be a lie if he said he wasn't, but he doesn't really care. Because it's Pepper's voice, she didn't get lost looking for him and she was still here and he's so thankful for it. ]

I— I don't blame you, you're well within your rights and I am drugged up and getting fluids put back in my body. I really just want to see you. Even if all you do is yell at me.

[ There's the smallest of pauses before he exhales quietly and can't help but smile a little. ] And shockingly, that is actually something I wanted to hear. It's you through and through. I would have let you kill me over and over, promise.

I'll time you.

Damn right I'm well within my rights, I'm so far within them I might as well be in the earth's core. [ Her responses are peppered (haha) with footsteps as she goes - dashes - from her room in the direction of the medbay. There's a little tremble in the way she speaks, an uncertainty, as if she can't quite believe that she's talking to him again, because it's been a while. The last time she didn't speak to him for an extended period of time, he'd been a hostage in Afghanistan. You do the maths. ] I'm going to yell until your ears ring, you can be completely sure of that.

[ At least she's not crying. Yet. ]

Please, that just makes you sound weirdly masochistic. I'm open-minded, but not that open-minded. [ Oh yeah, and she caught up with you. She hasn't had time to pass that information on. ] And don't time me. I'll be ever madder if you tell me I'm eleven seconds late when I get there.

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You'd be burning up in the earth's core. Not actually the point, but relevant nonetheless right now. I would love to have you distinctly not burnt for the foreseeable future. [ There's something calming abut how her footsteps pepper the feed and it makes his smile grow a bit more on his end before he coughs. ] And I'm okay with that. Just don't make me too deaf. Looks like Kirk already decided to take that trophy himself.

[ Yet. ]

Not for lack of trying on my part if I remember right. [ After everything just knowing that she's caught up with him warms him and almost makes him forget his missing eye. ] I won't even tell you if you're twelve seconds late. You complete me. I'll be waiting.

Well, considering that I personally have no intention of leaving the more or less designated safe areas of the ship and wandering off into any fiery cores or otherwise, I don't think you necessarily have to worry too much about that. [ She exhales again, wishing that he didn't make her want to fall back into banter when she knows just how angry she is with him. ] I'll try, but no promises. Volume control won't exactly be my priority.

[ Another exhale, almost a laugh. ]

I hope that's more than twelve percent of you I complete. [ She understands why he was trying to warn her about it, that time, after her first jump. She can't help it. ] We're looking more around the thirty, forty percent mark, right?

Not even if I said those areas were— I can't even joke that they're safe. At this point, I swear nothing is really safe. But noted. If I can't hear anyone after that, blaming you and saying you couldn't help yourself.

[ And that actually gets a bark of a laugh out of Tony. ] I was going at least fifty, unless you wanted to be forty. In my defense, I did all of the heavy lifting. You didn't.

Nothing was ever really safe, Tony. Not here.

[ She says it softly; it's the last thing she says before she reaches the medbay, because she kind of already knows by this point that she is fifty percent of him, because he's fifty percent of her too. Or maybe, at this rate, she might be fifty five percent of him; there's an eye missing, after all. ]

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