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So. Since this place is apparently just like back home as far as tabloids and gossip columns and the latest tumblr blog... for those of you who didn't happen to hear in one of the fifty completely open and unfiltered conversations about this particular subject:

I've been sent to Zero to sober up. Absolutely tragic loss to the extremely limited party life here on the barge. But. Everyone's invited to my room when I get out for a bit of fun.

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[Tony. Is. Miserable.

Regardless of how he's coming across on the network, to the few people who've pinged him, the few conversations he's had to have, he's not doing well. He's pale and sweating, and the puking's only stopped by now because he has nothing left in him. He's shaking from the withdrawal, just kind of huddled in a corner, a few water bottles scattered around him and his communicator within grabbing distance.

He's pissed for no reason, paranoid and anxious, depressed, and a little out of breath. Because despite the glowing blue circle in his chest making sure his heart keeps beating at a relatively steady rate? It's still pounding and racing, sending small spasms through the damaged muscles around the metal casing shoved in his sternum.

He looks like crap, he feels like crap, and what's even worse? He knows he's going to have visitors. Because for some reason, despite his absolute best efforts to keep it from happening? People on this hell barge actually seem to worry. It's weird.]

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[Here, out of nowhere is Clint who feels...this is all incredibly confusing.

And unjust. He doesn't know you Stark, and whatever your reasons he feels partially responsible for this.

Clint however, does not bring water or advil. He brings...a banana. A bunch of them actually.]

Bring up your electrolytes when your head stops hurting.

[Because that is the best way to start a conversation right?]

[... Of all the people to come and visit him - which, by the way, still weird, would never stop being weird. People just didn't give a crap about him like that, normally - Clint was kind of way at the bottom of the list.

Which is why Tony might just be staring at the bananas like they're actually some strange, writhing alien species Clint's trying to kill him with.]

.... Are they poisoned? They're poisoned, aren't they.

[They can fail at conversation together, apparently.]

Yes.

Because me, the sharpshooter and master assassin sharpshooter would resort to using poisoned bananas.

[OH SNAP TONY.

OH SNAP. and isn't it amazing how much he sounds like Natasha when he says it?]

...You don't even have a TV. Damn.

[It's not amazing, really. It's absolutely terrifying and he is basically sure you two both crawled out of the same super spy cloning pod group or something. Jesus, Hawkass.]

... Not exactly reassuring. But okay. Bananas, electrolytes. I can get behind that. [He's just not going to make a move to take them.]

Lowest class prison cell I've ever had the pleasure of visiting.

[Clint sets them down close to the bars and steps back. He gets that.]

Looks a little like military detention to me.

...you want a book or something? A magazine? [Porn? Do you want porn Tony? Marines translates to Navy and the Navy always has a good stack of porn.]

[He actually visibly relaxes, once he sees he's not going to have to have another one of those "don't hand me things, just put it down" conversations.]

Pretty accurate, yeah. Definitely feels crappy enough.

[He's raising an eyebrow at you, Clint]

... I have my helmet in my room. It has some movies on it. [And if you get it for him you might be his best friend for the day] Gotta say, of all teammates to come for a check-in, didn't expect you.

...I didn't expect...any kind of reaction to anything I did.

[uncomfortable shift of the feet] Don't worry, I'm not going to run and kiss Loki's feet or anything like that. [There is a lot of anger there, bubbling out as he talks.]

[There's an almost bitter smirk pulling at his lips, his eyes wrinkling at the corners in almost annoyance.]

Wasn't you, Legolas. Loki's just an asshole who tried to pull this shit a few months before you got here.

[He hears that anger, and he gets it. Maybe not to the same level, but he understands the rise and roil of anger felt towards the asshole in the magical gazelle hat. And maybe one day, when he knows Clint more, when they settle into that tentative... teammate place fully, he'll do more than absently rub at his arc reactor, remembering the clink of the staff hitting against it, the sickening fear that he'd be taken control of, forced to do what Clint was...

Clint has heart. Tony doesn't.]

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