Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark (anyastark) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-03-02 21:58:00

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adrienne batroc, anya stark, armadillo jr., bea dayspring, crosshairs, guardian, martin baum, sunny saldano, team - thunderbolts

Surveying the Damage
Iron Girl flew in through the missing wall and landed in what used to be her office. Her helmet opened and her armor started coming off. As the armor was coming off she did a quick survey of the wounds caused by the adamantium piercing her armor.

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call_me_sunny
2013-03-03 01:31 am UTC (link)

"We'll be the judge of that," he told her, meaning himself and the doctor. The boss he understood. If she said superficial, it needed medical attention. Just like not being tired much meant she was at the end of a 48-hour day.

"I'll call Damage Control. I'll assume you have an account with them. If you don't, I'll set one up." He put the gun down, out of her reach just in case, and took over the examination. It was quick and thorough. "What about your associates?"

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	anyastark 2013-03-03 01:34 am UTC (link)
	"We have a contract with Damage Control. See to the surrounding city first, then our building." Anya sighed. "I'll have to see if they were attacked. If so, we'll need Damage Control there too." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	call_me_sunny 2013-03-03 01:42 am UTC (link)
	"I'll arrange all that. City first. The building and your address of record next. You're going down to medical." He paused, then pushed on. "Do you have contacts that will help your associates if they need it? Or will SHIELD be on site by now?" Hey, he watches the news. He just didn't realize until now how personal it was to his employment. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2013-03-03 01:46 am UTC (link)
	"Avengers are on speed dial if we need help," she said. "SHIELD's to be avoided if at all possible." Anya shook her head. "I'm fine. The nanites are already taking care of the small wounds." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

call_me_sunny
2013-03-03 01:59 am UTC (link)

"Nanites," he repeated and made a mental note. "It'll take less time to go down to medical for a quick check than it'll take to argue with me about it."

To illustrate the point, he picked up the phone and held it between shoulder and ear and searched for Damage Control in his office phone directory file. "You'll have fresh clothes waiting in your bathroom when you get back."

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	anyastark 2013-03-03 02:09 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, nanites," she said. "When I was ten I was in a car accident and paralyzed from the waist down. Dad developed nanites and they act like nerves, bridging the nerves on each side of my injury. They're the reason why I can walk today. They also heal me at an accelerated rate. It's not fast, but for minor injuries like this it's a piece of cake." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

call_me_sunny
2013-03-03 02:23 am UTC (link)

He put the phone against his chest. "I won't swap your hamburgers for vegetarian patties for a week if you just go get checked out. You don't want the entire staff to see the hole in the building and you walking out of here like it was a piece of cake, /Iron Girl/. While you're gone, I'll have the calls made and everything will be in motion. This is why you hired me. It might've not been on your mind when you did, but it's why. I take care of the details and you do what you have to do."

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	anyastark 2013-03-03 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"Fine. I'll go. You're worse than my mother," she grumbled. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	call_me_sunny 2013-03-03 02:36 am UTC (link)
	"I didn't say I'd call her, now did I?" he shot back at her before returning to his phone call. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2013-03-03 02:37 am UTC (link)
	Anya stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm going to headquarters and going to medical there." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	call_me_sunny 2013-03-03 02:46 am UTC (link)
	"Is there a doctor there?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2013-03-03 02:48 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, we have one on-call and a small medical facility there." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	call_me_sunny 2013-03-03 05:21 am UTC (link)
	"Didn't you say you didn't know what condition your associates might be in?" He picked up his semi-automatic and made to follow. The phone was still in his hand. He had a medal in multitasking. "Let's go. I'm not fancy, but I can help." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2013-03-03 11:55 am UTC (link)
	Anya sighed. "Fine." Her suit came to her and started encasing her. Once it was on, she moved toward him. "Hold on tight." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

call_me_sunny
2013-03-03 06:05 pm UTC (link)

"I was talking about a car or...something!" He was mentally tallying up his possible therapy bill and making a note to see if his insurance covered it. It was the only thing that kept him standing still. He'd been ready for unruly employees and corporate espionage. Some bodyguard duty if necessary.

This wasn't anywhere close to the fine print.

"I'm going out on the limb and guess that you learned to fly from Iron Man. If you didn't, don't tell me."

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	anyastark 2013-03-03 06:34 pm UTC (link)
	"It's not that far," Anya said. "A few minutes and we'll be there. We won't even break Mach 1." "Of course I did. Now let's go. Have to go see how the team is doing." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	call_me_sunny 2013-03-03 06:48 pm UTC (link)
	He quickly finished his call, grabbed the tablet on the desk, and shoved the gun into a pocket. "I'm ready, Boss." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2013-03-03 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	Anya wrapped an arm around his waist. "Hold on," she said and then took off. They left the building through the giant hole that had been blown in one wall. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

call_me_sunny
2013-03-03 08:53 pm UTC (link)

It was a full minute before Sunny could open his eyes. By then they were nearly there and he closed them again for the landing. Not that he had a problem with heights or flying, but never having experienced it without a plane, or at least a parachute, it wasn't his favorite.

Once on the ground, his attention was on the Thunderbolts' lair, and all his detail oriented brain centered on making sure he wasn't missing anything that needed doing.

Tomorrow he'd schedule an appointment with Ms. Potts.

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