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[shadowsuspended-archive-kaput]

♒ -corxhabet (throws my tony at you yolo)

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!-*cradles your tony in my arms tightly*

"Can I borrow a couple of bucks?"

[asecretagentleman]

Manifestement OOC : Hydrafeels and post CA2 plots

Those plots have become a recurring reason of angst for me. I think I know why : I care a great deal about what others want and not enough about what I want. So now I'm gonna do the contrary for a change.

I want the helicarrier to be safe somehow (I don't care how and I'm glad that everyone seems to agree with that.) I have an ongoing thread about that occurring during the CA2 :TWS events so it's cool.

I want Jean to be asked to surrender to French authorities and accepting to do so. (Maybe Maria could do this)

I want one or two heartbreaking fluffy threads about that decision (with Hazel and Tab maybe more people?)

I want Jean to be legally "saved" from French authorities (Again I see Maria in this and maybe some of Stark's lawyers? good thing that I know someone who happens to have made a Tony side blog today, lucky me)

I want to tag everything hydrafeels and keep a main verse where SHIELD is still up.

I want to tag that post with the url of the people I think I should plot with.

I would be very happy if they proved to be interested

[iamwarmachine-archive]

"Always by your side" ~corxhabet

    It had been one of those fights he wasn't supposed to be involved with to begin with. But hey, when the army refuses to get involved and there's a good chance your best friend is gonna die without support, well.

    James Rhodes was a patriotic man, but not that patriotic. God bless America and all that, but the moment America got between him and Tony's safety, all of his values got tossed aside.    Not a real moment of pride of his career, but he didn't  quite rightfully care.

    Point being, nothing could've prepared him for the fight. Or a massive fist crashing against his head, or the helmet and the breastplate caving in, or all the blood filling his mouth and his lungs and his stomach.

    After that, stuff had been pretty much dark. Even now as he felt himself rush right back into reality from that last memory of his, like he was re-living a trauma from a warzone - though admittedly, that wasn't far from the truth - his mind tried to convince him that nah, nah. That didn't really happen, did it? No, impossible. Nothing could break the Iron Patriot.    Except, a stinging, broken hand woke him up to the realization that he was terribly wrong. The first sound from between his lips was a hiss, before dark eyes begun to flutter open. Search for something, anything, to fixate on. All he saw for now were splotches of color.

    That was, until he heard shuffling, and a familiar voice off in the distance. God, his ears were ringing. Why were his ears ringing?

        "Tony," was spoken in a raspy, barely audible voice, when he managed to make out the first glimpse of the man. His voice hadn't been used for a while, after all. "---You look like crap."    A grin followed. A tired, toothy grin, and a chuckle. Because meanwhile there might've been a few scratches here and there on Tony's face, as well, at least he was alive. Rhodey was counting that a success.    And he was here, too.        "---We win?"    A pause.        "How long I been here?"    Didn't take a genius to realize he was at a hospital. But for how long, he had no clue.