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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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How the hell did she get here? Sylvia and Ivan had evaded the police thanks to her five years of work and knowing more about the hospital layout than a bunch of cops. They had used the subway to get into the city and now they were holed up in a crappy hotel. They had stopped long enough to grab a bunch of cash from her ATM and a bit of food from a gas station.
The hotel room was small. A double bed covered with an ancient looking bedspread took up most of it. The curtains were a dreary gray. A bathroom the size of a linen closet was tucked into the far corner and an old television complete with rabbit ear antennas. Sylvia hadn’t known that televisions came with those anymore.
Sylvia placed the pre-packaged food supplies on the same dresser that the tv sat on. What the hell had she done? Better question, why? She knew so little about this man. This man who looked, walked, and talked like bad news. Iron Man, super hero, was after him.
She needed to get out of here. To go home. But could she leave Ivan? She though of his short to-the-point sentences. She thought of his dark eyes and his little smiles. She felt all the resolve to leave him go right out the dreary little window.
No, no she couldn’t leave. But why not? Lust….well that was a big factor. The man made her knees feel like jelly. Also, in rare moments he made her feel important. When she was patching him up, cleaning out wounds and making him feel better she felt needed. Sure, all the patients needed her to help them. But Ivan was different. He seemed genuinely surprised when she admitted to checking up on him.
“Why you come in so often? All nurses here do this?”
“No,” She had explained. “I…well I want to see you are okay.”
“Why?”
“I….I don’t know.”
He had just given her a strange sort of look. Like someone who is checking for the mold on a perfectly good chunk of cheese. Sure it’s all mold…but there is good mold and bad mold…and he seemed sure there was bad mold to be found. It just made her want to hold him.
“Ivan…” Sylvia began as she turned around. But whatever words she was going to say died in her throat. Ivan’s dirty white shirt was soaked with fresh blood. “Lay down,” she commanded.
He complied, slowly. He must have torn open his shoulder on the way here. He shouldn’t have been up and around but what choice had he had? There was nothing to be done about it now. She peeled his shirt off slowly, hearing the wet sucking sound of fabric pulling away from wet flesh. “You should have stayed in bed.”
She headed to the bathroom and took one of the towels off the rack. She silently hoped this place used bleach every now and again.
“Nyet.” He said firmly, “Tony Stark was there…”
“You are going to have to tell me why Tony Stark was looking for you,” Sylvia said pressing a towel to his shoulder.
“I tried to kill him.” Ivan, King of the short sentences, explained.
Sylvia paused, “I beg your pardon.”
Ivan was quiet for a long moment. Then he looked up at her. His dark eyes regarded her seriously and she got the impression he was asking himself whether or not he could trust her.
“My father, Anton Vanko. He was great physicist. Taught me everything he know,” Ivan said, looking up at the sagging ceiling. “He work with Howard Stark, design the reactor that Tony keep in chest. He wanted money for work. Stark call him greedy and cut him out of project by saying he was spy. My father did not take well. He took to drink…more than was healthy. He was…not happy.”
Sylvia didn’t need him to explain. She had seen the x-rays. She knew his father had been abusive. “Mmm-hmm.”
“But was not bad man. Just wanted people to know what he do. Want credit. I understand. When my father die I make promise. I promise that I would bring down the man who take credit for my father's work.”
The blood stopped flowing, it was ebbing out in small rivulets, beginning to close up the wound. “That man being Tony.”
“Da..” He said his eyes closing. “So, I build my own type of machine….I attack.”
Sylvia frowns, “Wait a minute.” She says a memory flooding back to her. A man in a burned orange jumpsuit with long electric whips. “You were that guy…the one at the race.”
He nodded once more, already half asleep. “I was. I also one who set robots on Expo.”
Sylvia stared at the woozy man, “My god…do you…do you now how much pain you caused?”
“I do.”
“You aren’t even sorry are you?”
He opened one eye and gave her a strange look. “Nyet. I found you,” he said and before Sylvia could argue with that little fact he was asleep.
Blood loss would make anyone tired.
Sylvia remembered that bloody night and looked at Ivan. Quiet, direct Ivan. Why would he do such a thing? For a father who beat the shit out of him? What was it with this guy?
Sylvia sighed, she wanted to argue with herself more but she’d been awake for almost 48 hours. Now that the adrenaline was gone she was fast approaching her own crash time. She glanced at Ivan taking up a good portion of the bed. She hadn’t had time to ask Ivan what the sleeping arrangement was going to be. She certainly wasn’t going to sleep on the floor and she wasn’t going to move a sick man out of the bed…killer or not. Sylvia kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed.
Sylvia had not slept in the same bed with a man for a long time. The last had been a college boyfriend. A guy not unlike Ray. He had been cute and funny and she had been so happy that such a hot guy had given her attention. She should have known better. Just like those self absorbed pretty girls the popular guys only gave a fuck about themselves. Everyone else came second…sometimes third.
Sylvia had spent seven months dedicating herself to Mike. She had helped him study, she had brought him his favorite foods, she had gone to all the movies and all the shows he had wanted to see. She wore the clothes he wanted to see her in….she did everything with the hope that it would just make him happy.
But she learned her lesson. Nothing would ever make Mike happy for long.
She hadn’t bothered with guys much since then. A few mild flirtations but nothing ever came of them. Sylvia didn’t know if it was because of her or because of something else. She didn’t want to ask either. There was no good answer.
But here she was. Laying in a bed with a man she’d known all of 16 days. She rolled over on one side, turning away from Ivan. He had killed people. Or, through his actions had caused the death of people, she had no proof that he had killed anyone directly. The rumors were that some robots had attacked and Justin Hammer was getting the blame. Not that she felt any remorse for Hammer. Hammer seemed like a lunatic when the cops had dragged him away in cuffs, screaming out about how this was all Iron Mans fault. Was it all Ivan’s fault? God she hoped not. She wanted him to be innocent.
Before she fell asleep she felt Ivan roll over and wrap his arm around her belly
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