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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man 2, X-men (comics) Omega Red, Marvel, or Paramount Pictures, nor do I own any of the characters from the comics or the movies, this is a work of fiction and I do not profit from these writings.

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The night started off as annoying and segued into hell. Flushing Meadows, better known as Corona Park, had once been home to both of the World’s Fairs, the sight of tennis tournaments, boat festivals, the Queen’s Theater, and a multitude of other massive gatherings. It was, therefore, no surprise that Flushing Hospital had seen it’s share of hellish trauma nights; and they always came out of nowhere.
Sylvia had been flirting with the idea of heading home at the end of her 16 hour shift as an emergency care nurse. There was half an order of baked lasagna with her name on it and a glass of wine waiting in her apartments minifridge. Perhaps a bubble bath if she was feeling really decadent. A dull throb in her back helped make that particular decision for her. Food, wine and bubbles. Perfect night.
That ought to do the trick. Maybe it would even alleviate this damned headache she’d been fighting off for the past two hours.
The nagging voice of her mother, a registered homeopathitician, was telling her that the headache was mamboing away across her brain because of bad eating habits, stress, and the lack of anything resembling a sex life. Sylvia secretly agreed. Since she wasn’t going to change any of that any time soon she would have to settle for the aspirin.
“Hey! Hey Syl!”
Sylvia looked up and resisted the urge to groan. Heading towards her was Raymond the X-ray technician. Sylvia had to admit that he was handsome.
Raymond was under the impression that he was gods gift to the average women. He seemed to believe that every woman not destined to be on the front of a magazine should turn to putty when he turned his big blue eyes on them. Sure, Ray was attractive in that American Boy way. Tall, broad, and quite fit thanks to four nights a week at the gym. He kept his blond hair clipped close and looked bit like the adult version of the popular and beloved quarterback. He looked like the good guy you wanted to bring home to momma and have 2.5 kids with.
Sylvia knew Raymond was not a good guy. Not by a long stretch. He chased after only moderately attractive woman and expected them to be pleased with his attentions.
Sylvia took offense to those attentions. Sure, she wasn’t super model hot. She often kept her long brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She never wore make-up to work and her scrubs were as sexy as her clothing usually got these days. She knew for a fact that she had 19% body fat. Well within acceptable medical range but less than acceptable to the public thanks to Hollywood and Playboy. She was cute enough to garner attention. It wasn't her weight or unaltered appearance that was the problem, according to her friend and fellow nurse Rita; it was her personality.
If men were put off by a woman not turned on by the latest in basketball statistics and getting so drunk that they couldn’t remember their own names, well that was their loss.
“Hi, Ray,” She said tapping out pills into her hand.
“Headache?” He asked letting his eyes fill with mock concern. For a moment Sylvia amused herself with the the image of Ray practicing those faces in the mirror. Happy, sad, interested…so on and so forth.
Sylvia gave him a tight smile, “Nope.”
It was a full ten seconds before his concerned face changed into a bright smile. It reminded her of a like a light bulb, it was all flash and no substance.
“Oh! I get it. You’re joking.”
Sylvia wondered how he’d managed to become an x-ray tech. Didn’t they have to be a little intelligent?
When Sylvia didn’t reply to his remark he plowed on, “Listen, I was wondering…”
“No.”
“But I…”
“Listen, Ray, let me put this in perspective. You’ve asked like ten times. When are you going to realize that I am not interested?”
“Why not?” he sounded honestly confused this time.
She let out a sigh laced with frustration. She didn‘t want to hurt him on purpose. Okay, maybe she wanted to hurt him a little. Could she do that? She took one look at that chiseled face. Yes, she decided, she could.
“I dunno, maybe because I don’t particularly want to end up on that ever growing list of conquests you keep on the inside of your locker. Maybe because I don’t like being referred to as a 5er. Or maybe it’s because I just don’t find you all that attractive.” Okay, that last part was a lie. Ray was attractive. A blind fishwife would have found him attractive on the outside. Inside that glorious golden boy shell Ray was just a withered old hag with no teeth, glaucoma, and serious body odor.
“What do you mean?”
“Seriously? Does any part of this need to be explained to you?” She demanded.
“Are you sure that…”
“Ray, damnit. I said NO.” She slammed back the water and stormed away. She didn’t look back but she could almost hear the cogs inside his head turning as he tried to figure out what was wrong with her.
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Two minutes after chugging the water and pills Sylvia heard the sounds of ambulances and emergency vehicles squealing away from the hospital. She frowned exchanging a glance with Rita Hennessey. Nurse Henenessey was head nurse here at Flushing Hospital. Rita was almost six feet tall with skin the color of rich mahogany and skinny as a celery stalk. She smoked like a chimney and didn’t give a rats ass what it meant for her lungs. She was also Sylvia's best friend
“Well,” Rita said plopping a pile of paperwork on the nurses station desk. “That can’t be anything good.”
Sylvia nodded and checked her watch, “There goes my hope of getting off in an hour.”
“Yup. You an' me both, honey-child. Maybe one of those scientists down at the Stark Expo thing went crazy. That'd be fun,” Rita snorted.
Sylvia shook her head. The Expo had caused nothing but work and trouble at the Hospital. Whoever thought of putting in a bunch of proud scientists from a bunch of different countries all together on a thousand acres of land for an entire year…was an idiot. Since Stark Enterprises was holding this fiasco she could only assume that the blame was to be placed squarely on the shoulders of the one and only Tony Stark, ego maniac.
Sylvia had nothing against Iron Man, nor what Mr. Stark was doing under that title. She did, however, have a problem with the over confident air that Mr. Stark seemed to pour out…even across the space of camera and television.
“Awww shit.” Rita cursed and pushed past Sylvia to mess with the waiting room television. Sylvia watched the green bar increase with the volume and froze in place.
The screen was filled with painful images of explosions. Screaming, and running.
Rita turned around, squared her shoulders, and barked out orders to every nurse in a voice that would have made any drill sergeant proud. Sylvia took up triage and manned the emergency room doors. Four hours she relayed directions to EMT’s and paramedics as they wheeled in patients.
She sent the worst to surgery and emergency rooms, taking up hall space when necessary. She oversaw people getting patched up right in the waiting room. Sylvia took names and vitals and called out orders while Rita and others began to steadily go through patients person by person and help where they could.
It was a mess. A complete and total; carefully controlled mess.
Christ, she just wanted to get out of these stupid shoes. Arch supports be damned they did not feel half as good as a pair of soft slippers.
“We gotta live one!” someone cried out. Sylvia turned and faced the door as the paramedics pushed through a man on a gurney. Sylvia had to do a double take. The man was not incredibly tall, only around six feet or so, but he was in excellent physical condition. His hair was black streaked with white. However, none of these things mattered once she saw all the tattoos. His arms, his legs, his hands, and even his feet. God, this man must love needles.
“Sylvia….take care of him.” Rita said pushing her towards the paramedics. Sylvia blinked but didn’t question the head nurse. The doctors were beyond strained.
“What do we have here, Frank?” Sylvia asked the familiar paramedic.
“Burns, lacerations, bruising everywhere…You name it and he's got it.” Frank began listing off a plethora of ailments. “However…this is the worst.
Frank gently pulled back a mass of white gauze revealing a large expanse of blackened skin that had cracked and ripped away to show a bright redness beneath the flesh. She could see the yellow of fat tissue and the dark of muscle.
“Burn Ward….stat.” She said guiding the gurney down the hall to the large elevators that would get them to the burn unit.
Sylvia had every intention of letting him go at the elevator but she felt a strong callused hand latch around her wrist, she watched as the tattooed fingers spasmed in pain. That was no surprise. He looked like he had been hit by a truck on fire. What did surprise her was that he did not cry out. He pursed his lips till they turned white. His nostrils flared as he took in deep breaths, but he did not cry out. She hadn’t the heart to pry his fingers from her arm.
“Alright, big guy.” She says stepping into the elevator and hitting floor three. “Let’s get you taken care of.”
His eyes opened for a moment. She watched the fog in them clear, and he zeroed in on her. Sylvia felt a jolt push through her body settling in her stomach like a miniature storm. She opened her mouth to say something…though she wasn’t entirely sure what.
“ Ti privlekAtelnaya” He grunted out, before his dark eyes closed once more
*translation Ti privlekAtelnaya- I am {very} sorry
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