[Closed] On Thin Ice

[neverheardofhim]

Who: Tony Stark and Varric Tethras
When: In the midst of Thisavrou falling apart
Where: Region 6
What: As the world falls down around him, Varric can think of only one thing. Turns out, he's not the only one.
Warnings: Cw: Swears and naked Hawke


[Varric wasn't with Hawke when the darkness fell. Though he'd found the strength to visit her, seeing Hawke in that prone state was next to impossible. When things had been calm, he'd been able to avoid her, knowing that people like Nate and Tony would be there to take her place while he kicked around the hovel he called home.

When it came time for the assault, however, Varric could standby no longer. And though he still didn't have the strength to enter her room, he could at least stand outside the building, standing guard. If nothing else, he had Bianca (rescued from whatever hell she'd been kept in by a fellow who'd been paid handsomely) to keep him company.

He had contented himself to wait there until the battle ended, one way or another. He'd expected that answer to come in the form of people returning to the abandoned prison camp. He hadn't expected the answer to come from the strange woman.

He'd began to race toward her room before the message had ended. By the time he burst into the room, darkness had fallen, with no sign of hope from his current vantage point.]

Shit. Shit. [He pounded his fist against the tube, unsure of what to do and, more importantly, how to keep Hawke safe.

Another blow the glass gave him an idea. He backed up, just enough to get a good angle and lifting a leg up into the air.]

Cover your eyes, Chuckles.

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[arcreact]

[ Tony's kneejerk reaction to all hell breaking loose had been just as quic. First: Pepper. Making sure Pepper was safe had been the very first thing to accomplish, and he might feel guilty later about bodily shoving her through one of the portals, but right now he's a little busy.

Second: the armor, because you don't waltz into the unknown without a weapon.

And third: goddammit, some stupid idiot is still napping in a cryo pod somewhere, still literally sleeping through the end of the world.

And so it is that Tony arrives later than Varric does, left hand encased in a repulsor glove for the job of blasting open the cryo pod; there's no time for anything more delicate than that. He skids through the doorway just in time to see Varric winding up a world class kick and hastily lowers his hand.

Well. Fine, then. There's always the medieval way. ]

[neverheardofhim]

[It wasn't hard to miss the sounds in the hallway. Even if the world wasn't coming to an end, Varric still felt more on edge in this blighted room than anywhere else on Thisavrou. Hawke was defenseless in here, which meant he had to be ready to defend her at any given second.

In this case, however, there was no time for him to stop. Even if there was, Varric was operating on the hope that simply breaking open the chamber she was sealed within would wake her up. If that was true, he'd be better off facing whatever was charging toward them knowing she could at least run away from the threat.

So his foot plunged forward, backed by every ounce of might he had in his short form. His foot connected with the glass, stopping short as the glass cracked beneath his weight, but didn't break.]

Andraste's tits.

[Now he turned toward the doorway, fully expecting either a shadowy army or a band of angry Savrites. He'd take them out, then go back to focusing on breaking Hawke free.

Instead of charging forward, though, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the taller man.]

What are you doing, standing around like that. Help me get her out.

[arcreact]

[ Tony makes a mental note to ask who Andraste is, and how her tits rank, generally speaking. Later, though.

He's already moving almost before Varric snaps him to attention, eyes immediately focusing on the problem at hand. Varric's weakened the glass enough that a good hard shock to the pod might be enough to shake the glass loose without actually sending it flying inward. It seems like a better option than applying the required force to get the door open (or off), since that could get messy in a hurry. ]

Don't mind the noise.

[ Muttered as he places the gauntlet-clad hand against the metal body of the cryo pod and releases a weakened, point-blank blast into it. The concussive vibration through the pod is enough to knock the shattered glass loose, as predicted. ]

We just need to drag her out without slicing her to ribbons on broken glass.

[neverheardofhim]

That much I can handle.

[Considering her long, sinewy form, lifting Hawke might have been a challenge for a man as short in stature as he was. Still, he was familiar enough with having to drag her back home, back to a comfortable room or out of any number of dangerous fights. This much he could handle.

Plus, he was certain it would look positively heroic.

He stepped upward, squeezing uncomfortably close to the slumbering woman. One arm slipped around her thin waist, bracing her against his thick frame. The forward movement, however, was enough to send her slumping over his shoulder, looking more like a sack of potatoes than anything else.

So much for an image fit for a romance novel cover.

After taking a second to adjust Hawke (and shoving Bianca off to the opposite shoulder for the time being) he stepped back out and turned to Tony.]

There. No ribbons. [He flashed a terse grin Tony.] Think you can keep us from being eaten by whatever the hell that thing out there is?

[arcreact]

[ There's something about the image that's a little comical. Varric's stature combined with the situation, probably, but Tony knows better than to comment right now. Maybe later.

At the question, he shrugs. ]

Probably not.

[ Blunt as ever. He's not sure he's ready to dash back into the nightmare unfolding out there, but there's no choice. He's already sent Pepper through, and everyone else needs to be taken care of too.

The gauntlet on his hand whines as he powers it up again, eyes flicking toward the doorway. ]

I'll cover you.