4792/There's a Spider in Medical

There's a Spider in Medical
Date of Scene:	02 July 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis:	Jessica Drew suggests she might like Avengering. Tony likes her legs.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Spider-Woman (Drew)

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Iron Man has posed:
    Not long after the situation in the graveyard, Jessica's injury was of interest. After all, it was important to be sure her thigh was indeed entirely up to matching the quality of her other one. The Avenger's mansion is interesting by itself, and the basement moreso. Medical is a feast of various robotic minions all trying to outdo each other to be of assistance.
    Jessica has now been offered a wide array of food and beverages, sometimes the same ones, by the interesting drones that drift in and out. The latest one has attempted to give her a Mai-Tai.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
The attempt would have been successful, if not for the fact that the gash in Jessica's leg is still open, and still bleeding. It is knitting quickly from the inside out, but until it closes up, it -is- still a fresh wound. So, with sadness in her heart, Jessica declines the Mai-Tai and changes the dressing on the wound again, to keep it clean.

Iron Man has posed:
    The robot considers her declining it. A few minutes later, it offers it again. Another robot offers to massage her feet for her in the bed. "Foot-rub?" it suggests, waggling definitely creepy looking metal hand-like appendages.
    And then, someone new arrives in medical, and all the robots lose their minds (if they had any). They all move into a set array of locations as Tony strides in through the doors. He picks up the Mai-Tai off the robot as it extends it as he walks by, giving general orders. "Biology units two and three, transfer those to the other lab, I want them on it too," Tony instructs his earpiece, and then seems surprised to see Jessica.
    "Oh, hi," Tony greets, crossing towards her on the bed. He isn't in armor, but a casual, dressed down version of 'lab'. He may not be in superhero mode or a power suit, but he still carries a huge amount of personality into a room. "Did ... we get your name? Was it... Veronica?" Tony guesses, pleasant.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Jessica," Jessica states, enunciating the 'Jessica' as clearly as one can enunciate 'Jessica.' "This stuff really isn't necessary," she adds. "I have a healing factor that's quite efficient. In another hour or so, this will be fine..." Indeed, the wound where separate muscles were seen to be separated, as separate muscles are wont to do when separated from one another, all that is left appears to be a horrific gash, surrounded by large, dark bruising where the tentacles gripped her, trying to pull her from the tree, but only succeeding in ripping open her thigh. "Tell me if the Mai-Tai is any good," she suggests wistfully as Tony holds it.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Jessica. Of course," Tony says, at ease, as if what he said was remotely close to it. He was never told, though, so he doesn't sweat the details. She just seemed like a Veronica. "To be more direct, I hadn't seen spores attached to a wound before in that manner. Nice of you to let us scan you. You're free to go anytime, of course," Tony says. He tastes the drink and considers. "Kind of warm," he says, but shrugs and drinks more of it anyway. It was there, and alcoholic, so it ticks most of the boxes he requires.
    Tony crosses past her medical bed and pokes around at the datapad connected to the side terminal on it. "Your healing factor ripped any remaining spore dust apart. So. Congrats on that at least."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"I got the distinct impression that it wanted me out of that tree. And I, naturally, was of a different mind altogether." Jessica sits up on the bed and moves ever-so-carefully to let her legs dangle off the edge. "I sort of..don't know where my clothes are," she admits sheepishly, trying to keep the luxuriously soft gown from gaping in back like every other medical gown ever. All that money and they still have those stupid ties. Which nobody ever ties. "It's a red suit, with a big hole in the leg..."

Iron Man has posed:
    "That.... is an understandable problem, but should you need anything, really, you can ask," Tony says, his cheeky smile suggesting that he has heard that 'gee Mr. Stark, where are my clothes?' in the past, but perhaps he's behaving to some degree. Maybe. He looks at her in the little escaping gown. "Get her personal effects for her, Jay," Tony orders the robot that was trying to give footrubs. The drone withdraws its claws and wheels off towards some shelving units off to one side, near a rack of lab coats.
    "I noticed you had that super suit. Are you part of a vigilante team, or similar?" Tony asks.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"I've...cooperated with S.H.I.E.L.D. on and off for a good while, but they aren't quite as exciting as what you do," Jessica coos coyly, giving the mostly distracted Tony a knowing smile. "It's always been on my list to become an Avenger, but I haven't found an application on the website." She winks and gives a soft giggle as she takes her poor suit from Jay the metal-fingered death trap for feet.

Iron Man has posed:
    Tony is looking at her injured thighs. Or whatever else she's flashing. He's behaving, though, perhaps more than his reputation or all of the various flamboyant footage of all of his parties would suggest that he would. He is still looking, though, and doesn't mask that or the smile related to it. Her knowing smile causes zero guilt, either: he's clearly shameless about where his eyes go.
    "I'm pretty sure there's one on there, but I sure don't read 'em," Tony responds. "Usually the slots get filled when I'm impressed by somebody." He smirks at her. "You're not doin' badly there. Tell you what, Jess: help out when an Avenger call goes out, work with the team, and we'll go from there," Tony says, as if it were easy enough. He fishes a communicator out of one of the desks and tosses it to land near her on her bed.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Picking up the communicator as if it's nothing out of the ordinary, Jessica taps her forehead with it and gives a sort of salute with it. "You got it, Sir." She smiles and blushes a little. "I have to admit I'm still a little star struck. I can't believe I actually got to meet you. Even if it's this way." She fusses a little with the dressing. The wound is nearly closed already, and the bruises are fading. "This was NOT the way I always planned to meet Tony Stark."

Iron Man has posed:
    "No 'Sir' with me, now that we've fought alien fungus together," Tony says, at ease. "It's Tony." He pauses, distracted, to shoo one of the robots off from being underfoot. "Wait, actually, here." He hands it off the empty Mai-Tai glass. The robot takes it and veers off. Tony leaves the panel to glance down at the injury, as if he could tell anything by looking at it. He's no doctor. Still, he seems self-assured enough about it.
    "Well, at least you got that item checked off your list. But that begs the question -- how'd you envision it?" Tony asks, brows lifting, smile amused.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica laughs, blushing even deeper. "You know, just like every other girl out there. Candle light dinner, and me feeling all beautiful in the perfect little black dress..." She looks down dolefully at the gown. "I suddenly feel underdressed. And undercandled."

"Then maybe afterward we'd fight alien fungus together or something," she adds with a soft smile..

Iron Man has posed:
    Tony teases, "If you prefer /un/dressed, that's an option too." Helping. "I think this is /far/ more memorable than some black cocktail dress, but. We'll always have the awkward paper gown." He smirks some, "and giant tentacles trying to grab you." He turns to gesture over his shoulder, "There's some private rooms without extreme surviellance over there, to change. I've got some more research to do before I head out --." Tony seems to start to flirt, but then draws himself back together. "So, unlucky me, but, the world needs me." He winks and starts to walk out of the medical lab. "Escort her out when she's ready," Tony instructs one of the bots, and gives her a parting wave, which includes an appreciative look over exposed skin and accompanying smile.