And the World Went White (RP with iron_tony and daughter_of_m)
[OOC: RP with iron_tony and daughter_of_m. Takes place after Steve discovered Jean's comatose body and sent a distress signal to Tony.]
Steve sat on the corner of Jean's bed, head in his hands. This was not supposed to go like this. He was supposed to come here and help Wanda remember her past and introduce her to her children and make everyone happy. Instead, Wanda was panicked and scared, and Jean Grey, an innocent bystander, was in a coma.
And now Tony was coming. Tony, who'd sent him on this mission in the first place. Tony, who had, despite everything that had gone on between them, still trusted him enough to take care of something so important. And he'd failed. If anything was going to finally break the last bit of faith they still had in each other, allowing Tony's new paramour to be knocked into a coma by the woman he was supposed to be helping was probably it.
No, things were definitely not going well.
Sighing, Steve took another look at Jean, trying once again to shake her awake. But she still slept on, breath and heartbeat even. Nothing about her condition was going to change. It would be more worthwhile, at this point, to join Wanda downstairs, to keep the boys from suspecting a problem. Brushing back the hair from Jean's face, he stood up and descended the staircase, joining the house's remaining conscious occupants in the kitchen.
Steve sat on the corner of Jean's bed, head in his hands. This was not supposed to go like this. He was supposed to come here and help Wanda remember her past and introduce her to her children and make everyone happy. Instead, Wanda was panicked and scared, and Jean Grey, an innocent bystander, was in a coma.
And now Tony was coming. Tony, who'd sent him on this mission in the first place. Tony, who had, despite everything that had gone on between them, still trusted him enough to take care of something so important. And he'd failed. If anything was going to finally break the last bit of faith they still had in each other, allowing Tony's new paramour to be knocked into a coma by the woman he was supposed to be helping was probably it.
No, things were definitely not going well.
Sighing, Steve took another look at Jean, trying once again to shake her awake. But she still slept on, breath and heartbeat even. Nothing about her condition was going to change. It would be more worthwhile, at this point, to join Wanda downstairs, to keep the boys from suspecting a problem. Brushing back the hair from Jean's face, he stood up and descended the staircase, joining the house's remaining conscious occupants in the kitchen.