REDONE ☾ Stark/Marvel

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The rest of the night did not go smoothly. With Pepper gone and Tony's stress levels rising, the last thing he needed was a phone call at 4 in the morning, especially one that bared bad news.

It wasn't even 4 minutes after he hung up the phone call that he up up and out the door, unlocking his white car and preparing to drive away. I, knowing that Tony wasn't in the best headspace, had hopped in the car before he could stop me and parked myself in the passenger seat. He just shot me a look of disapproval, to which I responded with a huff of my own, before he gave up and climbed into the car himself.

Tony sped down the roads of Malibu, weaving around other cars and dodging traffic the best he could. I didn't understand why he was in such a rush, that is, until we pulled up outside a hospital.

The front doors were crowded by photographers, reporters and television cameras. Tony just pushed through all of them, and I followed him, making sure to keep my ribs glued to his legs as we moved to keep from getting separated. Once inside, a nurse came up to Tony and tried to demand he take me back outside, but instead he totally brushed off the request and in a short, clipped tone said, "What room is Happy Hogan in?"

That was 3 hours ago. Since then, Tony had been sitting in the chair in the corner of the hospital room, with his head resting on his hand and his eyes upturned towards the quiet television. I had maneuvered myself to be as small as possible and squish under said chair for multiple reasons. One, the building smelled terrible, and I was trying my best to escape the smell. Two, the room was already cramped as it is, and having a rather large puppy laying around wouldn't help anyone. And three, any nurse or doctor who saw me in the building shot either me or Tony a dirty look, making me feel very uncomfortable and decide the best way to get away from them was to hide.

I had my body under the chair, my rear sticking out one side, and my head out the other. Being only 6 months old, you'd think I'd still be rather tiny, and small enough to fit under a hospital chair.

You'd think.

I definitely did not fit under this chair nicely, and getting under here in the first place was quite the feat, one that had me panting by the end. Tony had snickered a little bit in the beginning as I tried wedging my body under the chair, to which I replied with an eye roll and tried harder. Once I had laid down comfortably, tony had leaned over and rubbed between my ears.

"Wonder why I call you Butterball?" He muttered, more to himself than to me. My ears still flattened to my head in a deadpan look. Was he calling me big? How rude.

A huge bed laid next to the chair, an unconscious Happy laying in it. When we got here I tried to lean up on the bed to see, but Tony pushed me down. Even If I couldn't see him, I could tell he wasn't in a good way. His breaths were small and shallow, even with my hearing I had trouble being able to detect them. There was a machine in the corner that beeped every second or so, which I assumed was to monitor his heartbeat. While I appreciated the comfort the beeping brought Tony, I absolutely couldn't stand it. It was driving me crazy.

The door to the hospital room opened, and my head shot up from under my paws to look at who entered. A lady with red hair and dressed in a long white coat came into view. She said nothing as she walked around the side of the bed closest to us and checked on some of Happy's machines, like she didn't know we were here. She turned her head, noticing the TV was still on. Taking the remote, she was about to turn it of when Tony spoke up. She jumped, he obviously startled her.

"Hi," Tony said with a smile "Mind leaving that on?" I saw in her eyes that she immediately recognized tony, and put the remote down.

"Sure." She said sheepishly. Tony stood from the chair and I watched him as he crossed his arms, looking back at the TV.