I'm Alive???
Tony
“Finally, you’re awake. It’s been long enough.” Tony wearily blinked the sleep from his eyes, Fury’s shape solidifying in front of him.
Tony looked around. “Where am I?” His voice was rough and hoarse from disuse. “How long have I been out?” He raised his hand to his eye to rub at them, mind still sluggish from the last grasps of sleep. As soon as his hand touched his face, however, he flinched back. He didn’t touch smooth, calloused warm skin, but cold metal. He held out his arm in front of him. “Uh, what the fuck?”
“You are in a private room at SHIELD HQ. It’s been turned into a mini hospital, specifically for you.” Indeed, there were medical instruments all over the room. His flesh arm had an IV drip in, and he heard the heat monitor behind him. “You’ve been out for about four months now since the Endgame battle, as the media has named it.” Fury’s bored face softened for a split second before his mask snapped back up.
“Holy fuck, I’m alive.”
“Yes, Stark. You’re alive, and only a handful of people know. The world thinks you died saving them.”
“Morgan? Pepper?” He paused for a second. “Peter?”
Fury straightened slightly. “Your wife and daughter know you’re alive and well. They should be coming by to visit in a couple of hours-- they do every day.”
“And Peter?”
“He doesn’t know.”
“Why? Is he okay?”
“Only a few people are allowed to know until we release the information to the public. It wasn’t my call. And Peter… he’s not like he was five years ago, Stark.”
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“Peter is our best agent.”
“He’s sixteen!”
“With how the Snappening went, we are counting the years that people were… gone. Peter is twenty-one.”
Tony saw red. “What. The fuck. Is wrong. With my. Kid?!” He barked, enunciating each word.
Fury looked at him with a hint of sympathy. “He’s… acting a lot like Rogers, when he first came back. Spends a lot of time in the gym.” Fury checked his watch. “I have things to do. I’ll be back later with your family.” Fury held up a hand while walking to the door as Tony began to protest. “He has alarms for when to eat, and often ignores them. He doesn’t sleep. Ever. It’s a wonder he’s even alive. He drinks a lot.” Fury was out the door when he finished with “kind-of like you, when you were younger.”