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Post by Bixir on Nov 20, 2024 21:57:02 GMT
The hooded man continued to run Tony through the setup procedures. Body temperature. Heartbeat. Blood pressure. He moved swiftly, precisely through each of these procedures with movements that could only be described as practiced. The part of his face that wasn't covered by his cowl was set in a stoic firmness. By the time Johnny was catching up with this man by Tony's side, he was being handed equipment to assist with setting up an IV to stabilize Tony's condition. It was working - to a point. The man summoned a handful of holographic screens. He only needed a second to assess them. That stoicism turned into a definite frown. He looked down at his impromptu patient with some tension in his stature.
"Mister Stark - my name is Doctor Mid-Nite. Please focus on breathing slowly. Do not think about anything else, if you can." Then, he turns to Johnny. His face is not familiar, but that he has access to the Watchtower is enough to verify his credentials. However... "What is your relationship with the patient?"
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Post by Nomz on Nov 20, 2024 23:37:54 GMT
Tony will never admit to how good it felt to have the air cooled around him. It is also familiar, like walking into the walk-in during a particularly boiling shift in a kitchen and he sighs a little. Everything feels wrong. Difficult when it should be anything but. Vaguely, he's aware that Des will find out and be pissed at him.
He wets his lips, limp as the two work and worry over him. The soft beeping of his smartwatch draws his attention and he turns his wrist to Johnny, opening that the other man will know or understand enough to touch the screen and turn the thing off. Even when he's far from home, Jarvis is trying to motherhen him.
There are choice words in his mind for the instructions from the doctor, which he knows very well went against the instructions given to him. How exactly did he plan on making Tony stop the ocean with a paper cup? He drags his tongue across dry lips, beating Johnny to the answer of their relations.
"My nephew... on my father's... side." His hand would weakly squeeze Storm's. "Stays."
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 21, 2024 21:25:19 GMT
Johnny jabbed a thumb at Tony, frowning and nodding in equal measures. There is a decided lack of recognition on the man's face, which would have hurt if he hadn't been so worried about Tony.
"Yeah, what he said, Doc. I'm Johnny Storm. Uh, Human Torch? I'm new on board."
He glanced at Tony, seeing the man give him a silent plea, an instruction of sorts. As surreptitiously as he could, Johnny pressed a finger to try and turn off the notification. Quietly, Johnny turned his head to the man, a low voice accompanying his worry.
"Is he gonna be alright, Doc? Do you know what's going on?"
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