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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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“My maternal grandmother always sighed I wasn’t brown enough.” The story was shared absently, Tony’s attention on the bottle in his hands. Twisting open the cap, he titled it until one of the pills, half red and half blue, fell out into his palm. “No,” Tony agreed slowly. “The usual side effects aren’t fun, but I’ve never lost consciousness.” Lost his appetite, his energy, and his hair, but never once did he lose consciousness. He sighed, looking up, debating for a moment, but Xander didn’t seem like the type of man who was prone to pity. He offered Xander the pill in his hand – a silent agreement for him to do what he liked with it – and stood from the chair, setting the half-finished beer aside.  “I really have to call Pepper,” he told him. “This is a little more complicated than a failed kidnapping.” It was simpler to joke about it, to drop it like a bomb and kill conversations, but Tony didn’t feel like joking. He felt vaguely sick. “You see, I have cancer.” Whoever said that truth became easier to share the more you told it was an idiot. “These are chemotherapy pills. And if someone’s switched them out, I’m in for a hell of a bad day today.” And so were they when he found out who they were. 

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“Sometimes people asked my aunt if I was adopted.” He was dark enough to pass for a lot of things, but no one ever thought he had any Black in him. Ended up being a positive thing most of the time, he supposed. Xander took the pill, looking at it for a moment before he fished his phone out of his pocket. “Go ahead, man, and call your butler again if you want. Do what you gotta do.” The second the K word entered the conversation, this became a much different evening. Someone was trying to pull some shit on Tony Stark, which was never a good idea, no matter what universe he was in. The C word hit the half-asleep Xander like a ton of bricks he hadn’t been prepared for. In a world where people had healing factors and technology was so advanced, they hadn’t been able to find a cure for cancer? “Shit….I’m sorry.” He almost never said those words, but he’d watched his aunt fade away, waste away, and to think of any Tony doing the same, unable to do much about it… Sucked. He was already working on the pill, opening it up, using a bit for two different little tests, GHB, Rohypnol, and something Serena’d taught him– a general tranquilizer test. The middle glass turned blue. “You got Rohypnol’d. Looks like you’re gonna have a shitty day without a replacement.” Despite doing no drugs of his own, Xander could get his hands on a lot through his contacts. Chemo drugs….might be harder. “I can call around, see if I can get you some, I know people.”