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Peter, it's Ignis. When you get this please let me know.

I'm here, what's up?

By our calculations, Tony's birthday is coming up here soon. I've got dinner and a cake covered along with a few gifts.

[There's a small pause.]

I was wondering if you would like to provide music and if there's anything else, I'm open to suggestions.

honestly, I have no idea how anyone keeps up with time here. But yeah, of course I'll help!

Splendid.

[He thinks a moment.]

Madoka and I will be working on food..I'm wondering if a private dinner may be a foolhardy endeavour at this point.

Special thread added.

Peter hadn't been there when Tony had gone down, he'd been in the dressing room wasting time playing a video game. A video game. He should have been there and he wasn't. Is he ever going to stop failing the people he loves?

He's at the medic car as fast as he can be the moment he hears about what happened though, stopping dead in the middle of the entrance.

"M-Mr Stark! Ar-are you okay!?"

He'd been out for several hours, but hearing Peter's voice made him stir. He was in pain and feeling weak, but with a groan, he opened his eyes.

At first, all he could notice was how bright the room was and the strength of his headache. However, a few moments passed and he was able to look around and spot a Peter shaped blob in the doorway.

"Peter?" He croaked weakly. He tried to sit up, but found he didn't have the energy to do it. "Come'ere."

Peter quickly tries to calm himself down and moves over to Tony's side immediately.

"Yeah Mr Stark, it's me. I'm here." He'd be okay right? Peter honestly has no idea what he'll do if he loses Tony right after losing Happy, Gwen and May. Why does everyone always leave? What does he keep doing that causes this? It keeps happening there must be some reason why!

"I-I'm so sorry, I should have been there. I-I didn't know." He gets out shakily.

He shook his head. "No.. this isn't your fault." He didn't quite remember what happened but he was sure of that fact. "Just tone it down a notch, I have a killer headache."

He reached out for Peter's hand. Giving the boy another weak smile, he sighed. "People keep asking me what I was doing and I don't remember." He hated that. It happened so rarely that he forgot something, but the few times it did rattled him.

"Yeah, yeah okay." Peter said a little breathlessly but quietly. He still blames himself-if he'd just been in the lab and not busy doing something that completely didn't matter than maybe this wouldn't have happened. What did happen? He's not comforted in the slightest that Tony didn't know what he'd been doing.

"Y-you sure you're okay?" Peter asks again. "Can I get you something? Water maybe? Something to eat? I can probably heat up soup if there's any in the pantry." He rattles off in his normal nervous fashion.

"Water, Probably wouldn't be amiss." The Doctor slid into the medical car and moved over to the two. "How're you feeling, Tony?"

"Like if you two keep talking about soup I'm going to finally have pay back for all the times Peter has thrown up on me," he quipped dryly. The idea of water was at least halfway appealing. He put an arm across his forehead like maybe if he shielded his brow the headache might be blocked somehow. Damn did it hurt!

"What the hell happened? We had that air filter going." It just clearly wasn't strong enough for the kind of fumes that had been put out into the room. "Everything hurts."

Peter makes a face, his lips thinning and eyes widening as he takes a small step away-not too keen about the idea of getting thrown up on. "W-well... you'll be happy to know the last time that happened-y-you weren't there for." He offers, picking at his fingers.

The Doctor gives them both a look but lets it go. "That happens a lot?" He asked. The look on the kid's face was enough of a tell and he decided to worry about that later.

"Could be anything, really. Bad chemical reaction mixed with a with lots of stress. Or something not either of those things. I'll work that out later." The Doctor says casually, moving to to sit in his usual swivel chair.

"Soooo often." He still might throw up if they kept making him talk. "Kid, get a wet cloth," he instructs. He was going to ignore the fact in that fraction of a second, he couldn't bring Peter's name to mind.

It was just the headache, it didn't mean anything.

"Are you actually a doctor or just named Doctor?"

"Y-yeah, yeah." Peter nods and runs off. The Doctor frowns in his direction.

"Yes-well. Sort of-it's more both." He says confidently before spinning the chair towards the drawer of things and pulling the stethoscope and then standing up to go through the cupboards. "Things might feel a bit foggy-unfortunate side effect, I'm afraid." He pauses a moment.

"And erm... he did realise he could get a wet cloth here, didn't he? Is he always so jumpy, your son?"

It was frustrating how annoying both of his friends were being here while also glad for their help and company. He'd experienced this miserable dynamic enough times with Pepper to recognize it now. He told himself to relax. He was just irritable because of the situation and not anything particular they were doing.

"Probably not. He can do calculus in his head and then trip on his own feet. The boy is an oxymoron with emphasis on the moron." And yet, he loved his little moron to death.

"Doc, I need something to get back to what I was doing. Is there something you can give me?"

"Yes well, he's a teenager. They tend to be a bit on the awkward side. I've had my share of them. Can't keep them out of anything. Well, except for my Grand daughter-She was always the well behaved one. I wasn't. At first. But Adric-well he was always too smart for his own good. And a little too stubborn." Still, he was sure he could have been nicer to the boy and if by some stroke of luck he ever turned up on the train, The Doctor would be sure to make it up to him. "And Amelia when she was a teenager-" He made a face-remembering her brief career as a Kissograme and then shook his head.

"Anyways, on to more professional things-Yes, I probably can. But not without more information and it would probably be good for you to take a break-You've been spreading yourself way too thin, as of late."

Damn, was this what Bruce was feeling when he was torturing him like he was Tony's therapist? oh good, he stopped.

He rolled his eyes at the advice. "It can't be helped." Even if it could, he doubted he wanted to. It was easier to deal with Ignis and all the recent friends leaving recently. "The psych meds only help so much."

He probably shouldn't have said that.

The Doctor is a 1200 year old alien that's been traveling through time and space for over a thousand years-he's not gonna judge the need to medicate.

"Yes, well.. that doesn't surprise me in the least." He says casually, not really reacting. "But you know, the medication is only a tool-you have to take time to yourself too-you can't be on the go all the time. I recognize and respect that you have a lot on your plate but maybe it's time to take a bit off of your plate." The Doctor rattles off.

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