Hydrocodone Midnight Theatre: Strictly for the birds

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Title: A Wing And A Prayer
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony Stark doesn’t do anything ordinarily, including pet ownership.
Notes: This originated here. I can’t really explain the rest. The Lovelace Masterpost is here, maybe one of you knows why all this happened.

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It was a quiet night at the Millville Bird Sanctuary just outside New York city, the night it happened. Not unexpected, this late in the year; in spring and summer and even early autumn they did a brisk business for a bird sanctuary, but even a brisk business wasn’t much, comparatively speaking. Dr. Nathalia was only on the overnight shift because there were campers out in the sanctuary, on a “night watch” with one of the docents, and someone had to stick by the phone in case of emergency.

Then, around eleven, hell briefly broke loose.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” was the first she heard, and she heard it moving towards the front door of the single building that comprised the sanctuary’s visitor’s center, clinic, and storage shed. They did get people who’d been in car accidents once in a while, so she was rising and reaching for her phone when a man burst through the unlocked door, covered in blood and feathers, and yelled “I NEED A BIRD DOCTOR!”

The second thing he yelled was “I DIDN’T HIT IT WITH MY CAR!”

That was how Dr. Nathalia Berman met Tony Stark.

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