Classic New York City Pastimes - Episode One - Baseball

[iam_ironwoman]

[Mets Tickets were not, as Toni had feared, too insanely hard to come by a week off. At least not when you could afford to drop a bit on them, anyway.

She had woken up to one of those blissful Saturdays where nothing went wrong in the lab before she'd finished her second cup of coffee and none of her e-mails was marked urgent, managing to actually be ready to leave long enough before Steve left to squeeze in a couple rounds of pinball.

The ballpark when they arrived was loud and crowded, full of cameras, but wearing worn jeans and a t-shirt, with a ponytail pulled through the back of her baseball cap, Toni seemed to blend into the crowd fine. The sense of anonymity was most of what allowed her to relax.

The seats they ended up with were fairly close to the diamond, a good view of the action in Toni's admittedly uneducated opinion. She turned to Steve as they reached the right row, gesturing him on ahead of her.]

You want the aisle seat or does it matter?

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[themanoutoftime]

Oh. [Steve finds that more embarrassing than anything else. Still, he's slightly interested as it scans the crowd again, but not so much when it lands on him. And Toni. And does the heart thing. He's officially turned red. The crowd is 'awww'ing at him. Oh Christ.]

Uh, how do you make it go away?

[iam_ironwoman]

[Oh christ, of all the things to happen. Toni adjusts her sunglasses and waves dismissively at the camera but it just gets a goading 'awww!' out of the crowd and she sighs, throwing up her hands and turning in her seat, tugging Steve closer by the shoulder of his shirt and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.]

There, that'll get em off -

[There's a loud crack as the next pitch is struck and before Toni can finish her sentence she's cut off by an even louder duller crunch and her own shriek of pain. She curls up on herself, breath knocked right out of her, clutching her side where the rouge baseball nailed her right in her barely healed ribs.]

[themanoutoftime]

[One second, Steve's getting kissed on the cheek by Toni, his teammate, and the crowd is making noises at them that he doesn't like, and in the next second, a baseball is hitting Toni in the ribs with a frankly disturbing sound.]

Oh my god. Toni! Are you alright? Toni!

[iam_ironwoman]

Son of a BITCH...

[She pretty much just curls in a ball, wheezing and cursing, as the crowd around them flinches and 'ooohs' in sympathy, the camera wisely moving back to the field and the player tearing off for home seeing as that ball is not coming back...

After a second she manages to sit up straight again, but still with her arm wrapped around her side. It REALLY hurts to breathe now.]

Well. That was fun. And probably televised. Grand.

I think I may need to go home. Or possibly to emergency. One of the two.

[themanoutoftime]

[Oh Christ on a cracker. Steve leans over to try to examine her, forgetting that they're in public and uh, that's not entirely appropriate. He swears under his breath when she sits up again and nods quickly.]

Yes, yes, let's do that. Hospital sounds good, okay. [And he's standing to help her up because holy crap.]

[iam_ironwoman]

[Toni wasn't actually planning on expecting him to leave with her - she'd have made sure Happy gave him a ride home - but it doesn't take her long to realize she will have a hard time even getting to her car, little alone driving herself someplace while she can't focus on much besides breathing and OW.

She accepts his help out of her seat and leans into him to keep stable while they make their way down the aisle.]

Can you drive standard?

[themanoutoftime]

[What kind of person would Steve be if he didn't leave with her? Baseball's not that important. He puts an arm around her while they make their way to her car.]

Of course I can, that's all they had. Might be a little shaky, but it's better than nothing, right?

[iam_ironwoman]

[Toni smiles weakly and tries to remind herself that she can surely fix anything that Cap's shaky driving might break later, fishing into her pocket and tossing him the keys.]

Just be gentle with her, she's a favorite.

[themanoutoftime]

Of course. Don't worry about it.

[He helps her into the car when they get to it and runs around to the driver's side, hopping in to speed off to the hospital.]