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[jumpthegun]

[John's just going to send along a series of links:

1, 2, 3

Sorry, Tony.]

[definingfuture]

[He doesn't get through the first one. There's a pause when he checks that first link, not knowing what Watson is sending him, and then a muffled curse and a sharp, painful cutoff of breath and a little pop as he disconnects.]

private

[jumpthegun]

[Well. Um... That was not intended! John's eyes widen a bit before he tries to raise Tony on a private line.]

Sir? Are you all right?

private; text;

[definingfuture]

[It actually takes a good ten minutes until he responds. The panic eventually does subside and he refocuses enough to return to the tablet. This time he sticks to text.]

Fine. Maybe it's internal damage.
Whatever.

text

[jumpthegun]

['Whatever?']

Wait. You're hurt? What happened?

text; private

[definingfuture]

It's fine.
I don't need your pal dissecting me.

text; private

[jumpthegun]

[That hits a nerve, whether he means it to or not.]

Sherlock is an investigator, not a murderer or psychopath, sir. He doesn't dissect people.

[Not living ones.]

text; private

[definingfuture]

[He doesn't mean it. Not literally, anyway. He does think Sherlock might question him to death and Iron Man doesn't want more questions. They apparently hurt?]

You need to learn to read jokes, Doc.

text; private

[jumpthegun]

I'm from a place where that was a serious allegation before, not a joke, Mr. Stark. I'd prefer you pick another subject if you're feeling funny.

text; private

[definingfuture]

too serious

[Clint is talking to him now, which is causing spikes of panic and ruining his concentration.]

does he even
cafff

text; private

[jumpthegun]

He's my friend. I care. I don't give a rat's arse what he cares about his reputation.

@hawkguy, audio, private

[awwnoun]

[ Guess who has two thumbs and is stalking around the network reading his friends; conversations? This guuuyyy. ]

... Tony? [ A beat. ] Iron Man? You okay? What happened?

@IAmLegend; text; private

[definingfuture]

[He's extremely grumpy when he returns from his panic session to find yet another "Tony" message.]

cut it out.

private

[awwnoun]

[ D: ]

Oh, looks like I shouldn't have worried. You're clearly fine enough to be an asshole. [ HUFF. ] Cut what out? Asking if you're okay?

private

[definingfuture]

chest hurts.
I'm okay.

private

[awwnoun]

You're clearly not. What happened? Your chest hurts, T -- that's not an okay thing? That's really concerning.

private

[definingfuture]

Just had a
glitch. It was a glitch.

Now we know losses are still consistent. I guess the system works.

private

[awwnoun]

[ Just a glitch. ]

You're a person. You don't have glitches, you have really super scary possible heart attacks, man. I'm not -- [ Hoo boy, he stops himself right there. Not ready to lose Tony again? Yeah, that sure is what he was gonna say. ]

Is it that you can't... I don't want to talk to you about it because I don't want to give you whatever that just was again.

private

[definingfuture]

Well, you spend enough time flying with the power source that close to you, I guess eventually it catches up. Maybe it's nothing.

It's not because of talking.

[He's not afraid of talking. He's Iron Man! Why would that bother him?]

I started reviewing a link the doc sent and couldn't breathe. It's stopping now. Knocked me off my feet.

private

[awwnoun]

[ God, Tony. ]

"Maybe it's nothing" - it's probably not nothing. [ Clint cannot believe he has to babysit all these people. Tony, pls. ] So you think that's what you lost. You're Tony, and people telling you that is painful?

[ what the fuck, admin ]

text;

[howdull]

[Ha! He knew he was right. Thank you, John, for providing the evidence. And, of course, he has to go and make it worse.]

Multiple personalities where one has been suppressed. "Nothing is wrong".

audio;

[definingfuture]

[Sherlock, no. Iron Man's reply comes through a tight, pained breath. Even if he's staggering, he's not going to let this guy get the best of him!]

Bastard. I'm not...

audio;

[howdull]

Currently suffering a panic attack at being forced to confront reality. Take your pulse, how erratic is it?

[definingfuture]

Take my pulse? What the hell for?

[He is so grumpy as he reads that. Look, he's already on the floor, damn it, what do you want?]

Bad? I- I dunno.

[At least complying with an order gives him something to focus on. He's not stuck freaking out about how short his breath has been coming.]

[howdull]

[He needs a psychiatrist. Split personality disorder, while fairly interesting, is not something he can treat. He isn't a complete arse, though, so he will at least try and stop this man from passing out.]

Focus on your breathing. In through your nose for a slow count of five, out through your mouth for a slow count of five. If your breathing or pulse has not improved in two minutes, contact a medical professional.

[And then he hangs up. Because he's given the help, he doesn't want to stick around and actually see it through.]