Iron Will

By PaBurke

Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Iron Man

Rating: teen for language

Summary: Faith and Tony have a lot in common. Right now, they're both hurt.

AN: An odd little depressing short that had been part of a dream.


When Faith woke up, she realized several things right off the bat: One, she was in the infirmary. Two, Buffy was sitting in the visitor's chair reading through some official paperwork. Three, she hurt like hell. So they must have survived the latest apocalypse. That was good. She relaxed until she remembered bits-n-parts of the battle. Then she shot upright… and immediately regretted it.

"Quit hurting yourself," Buffy muttered. Her words were Slayer soft.

"Tony?" Faith breathed. "There was a guy…"

Buffy pointed her pen at the prone figure in the infirmary bed behind her. Faith couldn't see much, but since no one was hovering and he was in here, that was good news.

"Why was he there?" Buffy asked.

Faith tried to grin. "Met him earlier and he knew how to party like it was the end of the world. When he saw me fighting, he was trying to rescue a damsel in distress."

"He nearly got you killed." Unforgiveness laced Buffy's words.

Faith knew the role reversal unnerved many of the Scoobies but she shrugged it off. "Points for having his heart in the right place."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "In his pants?"

Faith laughed. "Oh, ouch. Don't crack jokes like that. Ouch."

"Serves you right," said Buffy. "You nearly died keeping him alive."

"But we're all alive, right?"

Buffy looked at her and Faith knew that they had lost some mini-slayers.

"Who?" she asked.

"Robin Borlaug and Canyon Carson." Part of the Hippie Squad. River, Irish, Autumn and Flying Eagle were probably heartbroken. She was partial to the girls and their noun-names. Faith tried to remember where they had been stationed.

"Did they… coming after me?"

Buffy shook her head. "No. That was my crew."

"Thanks, by the way." Faith looked over at the buff guy on the other gurney. "Have you contacted his people?"

"No family."

"He's got an assistant." Faith shook her head. "I can't remember her name but she'd fit in with the Hippie Squad."

"Pepper Potts." Buffy obviously had had someone doing her dirty work.

"Yeah her. She'd probably help us if we get her here."

"Already hacked his medical records and we're keeping him under so that he doesn't make things worse."

Faith knew that their doctors didn't dare force Slayers in a coma since they fought it with every breath. That was part of the reason she woke up first. "We have to let him wake up sometime." Faith flashed a grin. "We could see if he throws a really good 'We-survived-the-end-of-the-world' Party."

"He's not going to be throwing any parties for a while."

"That's what the assistant is for," Faith countered.

Buffy stared at her, making her say it.

"B, please go get his assistant."

"Will you stay in bed while I'm gone?"

Non-negotiable damnit. "I promise."

Buffy nodded and gathered her things. Faith watched her go and settled in her bed. She'd be here for a little while.