Ambrose Calix

Local Immortal Reporting For Duty <3 [Marvel OC RP Blog - Thunderbolts* Era & Co. Feel free to interact however and whoever :))] {Mod is 18+}

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Name. Ambrose K. Calix.

Aliases. Ichor.

Pronouns. She/Her.

Orientation. Married. (A Long Time Ago...).

Relationship Status. Still Married. Will Only Of Necessary Convenience.

Species. Immortal. Previously A Reincarnated Mortal.

Child(ren). @bonetheavenger. Should anything happen to them, you die. Simple as that.

⚡️ Bothering Megs <3 - Ambrose & Megan Interactions

⚡️ Person. Person I Crave Violence - Character Interactions & Asks

⚡️ Shit I--The Wonderful Ambrose--Found Funny - Reblogs

⚡️Who Let Ambrose Be Alive... (Oh I Did) - OOC

[pal-the-professional-fool]

Everyone introduce yourself and the first fact that comes to mind about yourself.

Hi, I'm Pal and I eat the paper on straws.

@i-eat-rusty-nails @alocalpizzadruid @punkeropercyjackson @f3lixthecatboy @stup1d-k1llj0y @bunny-and-the-ink-machine @averydeadshootingstar @meicherienewsies @yourl0calqueer @demigod-jack-hearth

@purple-dinosaur17 @idkimgayasf @cowboisposts @perfection-official @mr-tellmeafuckingsecret @sicko-with-a-bat @justabunchofcrowsinatrenchcoat @mimilove2003

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Hello loves, it’s the people here, who doesn’t currently have a name because nothing feels quite right. Just call me the Mun/Mod/Nameless :)).

My current hyperfixation is on the TV show Lab Rats and slowly creeping into Jujutsu Kaisen again as my sort of comfort show 🥰🥰 (even though *none* of that should be comforting- /lh). Beyond that, I can be found poking various narratives menacingly to see how they do along with playing with this OC and putting it up against a friend’s and see how long until that friend’s OC actually kills her (not tries. Actually kills 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

[umbreoni-deactivated20260114]

i hate to do this, but in light of recent news i thought it would only be appropriate to let others on here know as well. @/widowvivi, who today logged out of her account, confessed that she was indeed a minor, and was in a space fully of not only 18+ individuals, but also engaged in conversation about and wrote smut herself. her fics have been blowing up and i just want to warn anyone who interacts with her account that you are reading the work of a minor.

please reblog to spread awareness to others in the community.

[sharnarn]

Lying about your age is cringe! and I feel sick now that I have read and enjoyed something that a minor wrote! Happy Thursday!

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He looked down at himself after she mentioned the lack of appropriate clothing. He hadn't even noticed. "Oh, the cold doesn't bother me much. I'm fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”That’s totally not concerning. Here,” Ambrose shrugged off one of her own coats and offered it to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I'm not cold," he tried to decline, gently pushing her hand away. "Keep your coat. I'll be fine, I always am."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You’re shivering, my love.” She insisted. “There’s no prize in dying.”

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused for a second, his gazed locked onto her. "Don't call me that," he finally huffed, eventually taking the coat and slipping it on.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Okay," she hummed, pleased and respecting his choices, especially if it got him warm. She rocked a little on her heels as she looked at the white landscape to hopefully find the white cat living among it. One normally wouldn't like her chances but this is meant to be a long task. "Have you eaten yet?" She turned back to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He shrugged. "Does it matter? What about the cat you're trying to find? That's more important than me, I'm sure. I'm sure she's hungry."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Oh, Alpine? She's fine and well fed," she turned to whistle for Alpine, the cat dutifully hoped from the tree line over to her, jumping on her coat and using it as a stepping stool for her shoulder. "Now that that's solved, now to the next important thing, according to you. You. Now, to repeat, have you eaten?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

The man sighed. "I don't know, but it doesn't matter. I'll eat... later." he hesitated, brushing off her question. "I eat at certain times of the day and this isn't the time."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Ah, that makes sense," Ambrose responded sympathetically. "Well, have my phone number if you ever want to catch up again," she smiled and grabbed a piece of paper from her pocket to scribble her number on. "But keep the jacket. I've got a ton more," she gave one last smile and turned, merrily walking to where she left her bike to go back to the tower. Ooh, maybe Megan made her pancakes...

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He looked down at himself after she mentioned the lack of appropriate clothing. He hadn't even noticed. "Oh, the cold doesn't bother me much. I'm fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”That’s totally not concerning. Here,” Ambrose shrugged off one of her own coats and offered it to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I'm not cold," he tried to decline, gently pushing her hand away. "Keep your coat. I'll be fine, I always am."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You’re shivering, my love.” She insisted. “There’s no prize in dying.”

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused for a second, his gazed locked onto her. "Don't call me that," he finally huffed, eventually taking the coat and slipping it on.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Okay," she hummed, pleased and respecting his choices, especially if it got him warm. She rocked a little on her heels as she looked at the white landscape to hopefully find the white cat living among it. One normally wouldn't like her chances but this is meant to be a long task. "Have you eaten yet?" She turned back to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He shrugged. "Does it matter? What about the cat you're trying to find? That's more important than me, I'm sure. I'm sure she's hungry."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Oh, Alpine? She's fine and well fed," she turned to whistle for Alpine, the cat dutifully hoped from the tree line over to her, jumping on her coat and using it as a stepping stool for her shoulder. "Now that that's solved, now to the next important thing, according to you. You. Now, to repeat, have you eaten?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He looked down at himself after she mentioned the lack of appropriate clothing. He hadn't even noticed. "Oh, the cold doesn't bother me much. I'm fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”That’s totally not concerning. Here,” Ambrose shrugged off one of her own coats and offered it to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I'm not cold," he tried to decline, gently pushing her hand away. "Keep your coat. I'll be fine, I always am."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You’re shivering, my love.” She insisted. “There’s no prize in dying.”

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused for a second, his gazed locked onto her. "Don't call me that," he finally huffed, eventually taking the coat and slipping it on.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Okay," she hummed, pleased and respecting his choices, especially if it got him warm. She rocked a little on her heels as she looked at the white landscape to hopefully find the white cat living among it. One normally wouldn't like her chances but this is meant to be a long task. "Have you eaten yet?" She turned back to him.

[narwhals-randomness]

Okay, so my friend made me a Yelena bracelet and made themself a Nat bracelet. And it made me realize something.

Nat’s colors: Black and Red

Yelena’s colors: Green and white

Green and red are opposites and white and black are opposites.

You know what else are opposites? Dead and alive.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

OOC: @macaroni-enthusiast

/lh

[macaroni-enthusiast]

// blocked and reported actually /j

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

But then u won't get to know more about Ambrose </333 /lh

[narwhals-randomness]

Okay, so my friend made me a Yelena bracelet and made themself a Nat bracelet. And it made me realize something.

Nat’s colors: Black and Red

Yelena’s colors: Green and white

Green and red are opposites and white and black are opposites.

You know what else are opposites? Dead and alive.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

OOC: @macaroni-enthusiast

/lh

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He looked down at himself after she mentioned the lack of appropriate clothing. He hadn't even noticed. "Oh, the cold doesn't bother me much. I'm fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”That’s totally not concerning. Here,” Ambrose shrugged off one of her own coats and offered it to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I'm not cold," he tried to decline, gently pushing her hand away. "Keep your coat. I'll be fine, I always am."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You’re shivering, my love.” She insisted. “There’s no prize in dying.”

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He looked down at himself after she mentioned the lack of appropriate clothing. He hadn't even noticed. "Oh, the cold doesn't bother me much. I'm fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”That’s totally not concerning. Here,” Ambrose shrugged off one of her own coats and offered it to him.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

He paused, his gaze drifting elsewhere as he took a moment to think. "I don't know," he answered gruffly, shrugging off her concern. "It's not important."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”You sure?” She softened, turning to properly face him. “‘Cause it’s kinda cold out here and you’ve barely got on a jacket,” she softly pointed out.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I assume Bucky's a friend of yours." He thought for a moment. "I'd offer to help find his cat, but I'm not the best with animals. They tend to not like me."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Eh, it’s more of a game at this point.” Ambrose shrugged. “I can always just whistle and she’ll come—but what’s the fun in that?” She smirked. “Which brings me to the next question, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow in mild concern.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Should he be helping her? He couldn't recall how he ended up here, as per usual, so now it seemed like he had nothing better to do. "Is it not your cat?" he hummed.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

"Nope," she popped the 'p,' "it's Bucky's. I'm just the one who always happens to be free each time she gets out. I'm really starting to suspect it's on purpose..." she theorised.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[the-frozen-patriot]

"I didn't know you who you were. Now I do." He paused for a moment, a thought coming to mind. "What are you doing here?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose hummed at the answer, satisfied with it as she once again relaxed. "Alpine got out again, and I'm apparently the cat catcher." She fondly rolled her eyes, not at all put off with being forced to do the Avenger's busy work.

[the-frozen-patriot]

Ambrose blinked at the eyes on her back.

“…Hello?”

@married-in-eighth-century-bce

[Hi!! Literally just came across your blog & let’s just say I’m obsessed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. Feel free to not interact back though if you’re uncomfortable!! /pos /vvvgen]

"Your name." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

She raised an eyebrow. "Ambrose. Why?"

[unofficially-tonystark]

Open Starter

It's been 37 hours since Tony left his lab. 17 since he ate, more since he had a 'proper' meal. 5 hours since he drunk something that wasn't coffee or whiskey. 45 hours since he last slept. 2 since his hands started shaking.

Tony recites these numbers in his head, staring blankly at the walls in front of him. Numbers, he finds, comfort him. His head won't stop: memories, doubts, fears, the whole lot. He's had 7 nightmares over the last 6 days. The last day he didn't wake up screaming was before Steve left for his mission.

It's been 34 minutes since he gave up on working. He counted that, too. He doesn't notice when someone walks in - in fact, he doesn't even noticing JARVIS warning him.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“The mortal body is such a hassle when you do not take care of it. It becomes almost dreadful how slow it becomes, how it does not move to your orders at times, and even how much it shakes,” Ambrose approached the inventor with some food JARVIS asked her to bring. “Unfortunately, the lesson is not enough to appreciate within one mortal lifetime and so I cannot bring myself to blame people trapped in it like those others do.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony blinked slowly, his eyes finding Ambrose after a long second. "What?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose frowned at his response time, placing the food in front of him and claiming a spot just to the right. “You aren’t taking care of yourself. Surely, even though you have only lived once, considering your age, you would know by now how much that hurts you.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

"Well, jokes on you," Tony says, "Because I did and came back to life, so I live twice." Regardless, he grumbles and accepts the food. "I'm taking care of myself fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose blinked. “You are literally proving my point.” She frowned, feeling a bit more… human as she (stole his food) ate. “And no you aren’t. Do you want me to point Steve up here? Peter? Pepper?” She raised an eyebrow at him to emphasize her point.

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony frowns as she steaks the food, but doesn't comment. He just eats more. Fuck, he's hungry. "No! Don't... don't call them," he says quickly, hating how the thought panics him.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“See, even you know, deep down, how much this is ruining you. How this isn’t ideal. Perhaps even how much you’d truly like to change your ways long enough to be with them as long as you can be.” Ambrose continued eating and then looked up at him. “You have proven your worth, Stark. Now it’s time to live.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony sighs, he can't think of a good counter for that. "I..." he groans, eating instead of answering. "I didn't prove shit," he counters, "Not why I did what I did." It was, a little. Maybe a lot...

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Tell that to someone who didn’t almost literally do the same thing. Well, minus the whole ‘coming back to life in the same lifetime’ part. And, well, doing it to save half of humanity and all that.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony stares blankly for a second, speechless for a second time. God he must be tired. "....I. Yeah."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“So?”

[unofficially-tonystark]

He groans. "What do you want from me, Ambrose?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

”Do you want honesty or the veiled truth? You know what, I’m just gonna tell you and you’re gonna have to deal with it,” Ambrose finished eating and shrugged. “I want amusement. Your existence amuses me—I like the change you’re bringing, and I like what you represent to the broader people, good and bad. So all and all? I want you to take care of yourself, even if so I can continue watching your effect on this world for a little longer. It’s… well, there isn’t many lifetimes I’ve been able to see such hope.” She took in a deep breath, tapping her fingers quietly to switch her mood back to the joyful one. “As for the veiled truth. I’d like for you to take care of yourself because I care for you. As a friend.” Ambrose rolled her eyes. “I don’t. You amuse me and I respect you having a body who grew up during your greatest hits, but that’s not the reason I’m telling you to take care of yourself. I am selfish.” She looked up at him in the eye to show she was genuine.

[unofficially-tonystark]

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It's been 37 hours since Tony left his lab. 17 since he ate, more since he had a 'proper' meal. 5 hours since he drunk something that wasn't coffee or whiskey. 45 hours since he last slept. 2 since his hands started shaking.

Tony recites these numbers in his head, staring blankly at the walls in front of him. Numbers, he finds, comfort him. His head won't stop: memories, doubts, fears, the whole lot. He's had 7 nightmares over the last 6 days. The last day he didn't wake up screaming was before Steve left for his mission.

It's been 34 minutes since he gave up on working. He counted that, too. He doesn't notice when someone walks in - in fact, he doesn't even noticing JARVIS warning him.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“The mortal body is such a hassle when you do not take care of it. It becomes almost dreadful how slow it becomes, how it does not move to your orders at times, and even how much it shakes,” Ambrose approached the inventor with some food JARVIS asked her to bring. “Unfortunately, the lesson is not enough to appreciate within one mortal lifetime and so I cannot bring myself to blame people trapped in it like those others do.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony blinked slowly, his eyes finding Ambrose after a long second. "What?"

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose frowned at his response time, placing the food in front of him and claiming a spot just to the right. “You aren’t taking care of yourself. Surely, even though you have only lived once, considering your age, you would know by now how much that hurts you.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

"Well, jokes on you," Tony says, "Because I did and came back to life, so I live twice." Regardless, he grumbles and accepts the food. "I'm taking care of myself fine."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

Ambrose blinked. “You are literally proving my point.” She frowned, feeling a bit more… human as she (stole his food) ate. “And no you aren’t. Do you want me to point Steve up here? Peter? Pepper?” She raised an eyebrow at him to emphasize her point.

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony frowns as she steaks the food, but doesn't comment. He just eats more. Fuck, he's hungry. "No! Don't... don't call them," he says quickly, hating how the thought panics him.

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“See, even you know, deep down, how much this is ruining you. How this isn’t ideal. Perhaps even how much you’d truly like to change your ways long enough to be with them as long as you can be.” Ambrose continued eating and then looked up at him. “You have proven your worth, Stark. Now it’s time to live.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony sighs, he can't think of a good counter for that. "I..." he groans, eating instead of answering. "I didn't prove shit," he counters, "Not why I did what I did." It was, a little. Maybe a lot...

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“Tell that to someone who didn’t almost literally do the same thing. Well, minus the whole ‘coming back to life in the same lifetime’ part. And, well, doing it to save half of humanity and all that.”

[unofficially-tonystark]

Tony stares blankly for a second, speechless for a second time. God he must be tired. "....I. Yeah."

[married-in-eighth-century-bce]

“So?”