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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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((Alright ladies and gents, here it is...Sylvia reveals her heart...))
A blond, a brunette, and a redhead stood on a street corner. It sounded like the beginning to a bad dirty joke. No such luck here, the only joke was the one on Sylvia. How had it come to this? Honestly?
A few months ago she’s been just another nurse at Flushing Meadows Hospital. She’d complained about 16 hour shifts and felt bad about leaving her cat home alone for long periods of time. Her biggest concerns had been paying off student loans, loosing ten pounds, avoiding Roy, and hoping she didn‘t have to change Mr. McGinty‘s bedpan.

Now she was standing in an exotic country on a street corner with two incredibly powerful women wondering how such a little fish had jumped into this big of an ocean. She was sort of married to a man who seemed to be riding the hero/villain line a little to close to be aptly described. She wasn’t sure she liked this. She was in the middle of some grand story, and to be perfectly honest she wasn’t sure she was enjoying it.
To make matters worse according to Pepper one Justin Hammer had broken out of jail. Sylvia had never met this Justin Hammer, but after an overview from both women she was pretty sure she didn’t want to.
“So what’s the plan? Nadja asked her hands upon her hips, Sylvia was going to continue thinking of the short blond as Nadja no matter what other people called her.
“We all go back home,” Pepper said with a nod. “We act like everything is just fine. We keep in touch with one another and the first one to find out who Justin is and what he’s up to calls the other two.”
Nadja lifted one pretty brow and shook her head. “Miss Potts, I’m used to you planning things better than that.
“I know. I’d like to plan this better myself but the fact is we can’t do anything until Hammer makes the first move. I don’t like it anymore than you do but that is what is happening,” Pepper said sliding her purse over one shoulder.
Nadja shrugged. “Alright. Fine. You head home and play happy little secretary, and I‘ll escort Sylvia home to play happy mommy-to-be/housewife,” there was more than a little snark in that comment.
Sylvia felt a little taken aback. Nadja had always been kind of sparkly and sweet. This new serious Nadja was a little intimidating and was passing judgment on Sylvia's role as a housewife. Like she didn’t get enough of that from others.
“So we just wait,” Sylvia finally spoke up. Sylvia was very much hoping she wasn’t the girl who found Hammer because chances were that Hammer would find her. Sylvia didn’t find that thought particularly appealing. She was a nurse, she wasn’t a high powered business mogul nor a double faced super spy assassin. She did not think the threat of testing Hammer for high blood pressure was going to be quite enough to make him back off. Fear the cholesterol just wasn’t the battle cry it should be.
“Yup,” Pepper said with a shrug, “We go home. We wait. I have a wedding to plan.”
“Oh cute!” Sylvia exclaimed before she could help herself. Nadja and Pepper both gave her an odd look, “Sorry…didn’t mean to get excited.”
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Pepper was partway to the terminal when she heard her phone blip. She looked down at the caller ID and cringed inwardly. It was Tony.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?”
Classic Tony. There was no ‘hi’ no ‘how are you’ just straight forward and blunt.
Pepper did not want to answer this question which made her pause. “I'm...uhh.”
“I’m guessing it’s not Venice,” Tony said when Pepper paused. “Funny I thought that it might be Venice what with you saying you were looking for wedding locations.”
“I am looking for wedding locations.”
“Huh, is Moscow looking good for that? Cause I hear that Moscow in July can be kinda muggy.”
Pepper gave a tight smile and licked her lips. She wasn’t sure if she should be amused or upset that Tony knew where she was. “Do I want to know how you know I’m in Moscow?”
“Well, I’m a super hero, I have all kinds of tricks up my sleeve.”
“Happy told you didn’t he?”
“I wouldn’t want to get him in trouble. I’m sure he had good intentions.”
“I’m sure,” Pepper sighed and paused outside her gate, “Yes, Tony I’m in Moscow, waiting to get on a plane to come back home.”
“I’ll just go ahead and assume you have a good reason for looking into what you forbade me to look into.”
Even over the phone Pepper could hear that Tony was amused.
“Tony…I’m sorry.”
“You’re….what?” Tony asked, Pepper could almost see him sitting back and smiling, “Could you run that one by me again? Because as far as I can tell the notorious Pepper Potts is rarely sorry for anything. Then again you don’t usually do anything you need to apologize for. You know now that I think about it you doing something like this is kinda hot…in that naughty way.”
“Tony….”
“No, no I get it it’s fine just know there is a spanking waiting for you when you get back.”
“Uh-huh.”
“No seriously I got a surprise when you get back.”
“Tony you know I said we have to wait until after the wedding…”
“That’s so not what I’m talking about….but now that you mention it I did think about this one thing that we could try…”
“I’ll see you in a few hours.,” Pepper said hanging up.
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“Oh my god.” Sylvia felt fear rush into her belly leaving her stomach feeling empty and her heart pounding. “Ivan….what happened?”
Ivan was sitting in the little bathroom they shared. His shirt was off and Sylvia saw a wide gaping wound on the right side of his chest. The same side as all the scars. The wound looked like some sort of morbid harlequin grin slashed across the meat just below the ribs. Blood in various stages of dryness clung to his flesh. He was obviously trying to scrub it clean. However, scrub was the key word.
“Stop,” Sylvia said in her best nurses tone. “You are hurting yourself.”
Ivan looked at her like she was crazy. “It supposed to feel good?”
Sylvia narrowed her eyes at him and set down her purse. “No. But you aren’t doing anything helpful for it either, please…just set the rag down…I’ll…just hold on.”
Sylvia headed to the bedroom and began going through the little closet that looked more like it was a big square hole cut into the wall. She pawed through some of the boxes of things that she had stored away over the months and pulled out a deluxe first aid and trauma kit. It was tucked in a little red backpack meant for outdoor survival. But Sylvia liked to be over prepared.
She slung it over one shoulder and headed back into the bathroom. Ivan looked up at her, his dark eyes amused. “You patch me up now?”
“Yeah, I patch you up now. It‘s obvious you don’t want to go to the hospital. Best thing for this right now is for you to jump in the shower. Rinse off completely and I’ll get stuff set up.”
Ivan shrugged and stripped unceremoniously before stepping into the shower. If Sylvia hadn’t been so preoccupied into getting everything set up on the tiny counter she would have appreciated the view more. However, Sylvia was in nurse mode, all business. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, washed her hands, and tucked them into a pair of latex-free gloves.
“Don’t scrub, “ Sylvia called over one shoulder. “You’ll only tear the wound.”
Ivan grunted in response. Sylvia looked up and saw him in the slowly fogging bathroom mirror. One hand was on the wall just to the side of the shower head. His head was down, and the water cascaded down his back and shoulders in long streaming rivulets. His streaked hair clung to his neck and hung around his face; dripping with water. Sylvia watched the sparkling liquid trail it’s way over his belly and legs and felt her mouth go dry. The water turned pink as it hit his wound and spun down the drain.
Ivan affected her. He made her mouth go dry and her heart race simply by being there. She had been with him for three months and he still made her belly do childish flip-flops. She shook her head and turned her attention back to her work. Childish…and completely true.
The water shut off and Sylvia laid out a towel on the floor. Ivan stepped out of the shower unto the towel.
“Are you going to tell me how this happened?”
“Not need know.”
“I don’t need to know?” Sylvia asked picking up one of the antiseptic wipes. She patted the area around the wound dry and cleaned the skin around the wound gently with one antiseptic wipe. “Fascinating the things I don’t need to know.”
“What wrong?” Ivan asked hissing as Sylvia cleaned a bit of dirt from the edge of the wound.
Sylvia paused before answering. What was wrong? Well that was a simply complicated answer. She had spent her lunch with two very powerful very capable women who she was sure would never take this ‘I can’t tell you’ stuff. Sylvia took a deep breath. “Okay.”
She felt Ivan look down at her. “Hmm?”
“You heard me. I said okay.” Sylvia placed a clean white cloth bandage over the wound and began to wrap it lightly with gauze. Wrapping it too hard would cause it too bleed. He had clearly lost enough blood as it was, the skin was pale around the edges. Spilling more wouldn’t do him any good. “Ivan, I’m not a modern woman. I know it. I was born in the wrong era in so many respects. I like to wear skirts and heels and I like to cook a good meal and take care of my home. I don’t need to boss you around to make me feel better about myself and my life. You are doing what you are doing. And what it comes down to is I trust you.”
She felt Ivan’s eyes continue to look down at her as she used a few sparse pieces of tape to make a bit of an X over the wound, a sort of butterfly shape to hold the skin together. “Ivan, love means trust. I don’t expect you to tell me everything about where you have been or wear you are going. I trust you know what you are about. However, this doesn’t mean that you can walk all over me. I may be a happy housewife.” Sylvia said using Nadja’s bitter words, “But I have just as much pride and self respect as anyone else.”
And just like that Sylvia got why she was upset. It wasn’t that Ivan hadn’t told her about being an almost hero. It was because Nadja had lied to her, and had made her seem like an idiot. You didn’t have to kick ass and use guns to feel strong. Stupid Nadja…a false friend.
She felt Ivan’s blunt tattooed fingers on her chin lifting her head up. “Sylvaska…” He whispered softly, “You are beautiful.”
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