Anthony Stark was in no mood to talk to any person in that hospital.
Why would he be? Both of his parents just died in a car accident. If it was just one of his parents, it'd be a different story. But both of them were gone.
The 20-year old stared aimlessly through the window that separated the hallway from the new born babies in the mini-cribs. He watched a nurse carefully put a baby boy into another rolling crib to be taken to his mother, and walk out the door and past him, leaving another nurse by herself to take care of all 9 remaining new born babies.
That was when she noticed him. She smiled at him and waved, then picked up a boy and started to feed him a bottle of formula.
"You a new parent?" Someone asked from behind him, making him jump.
"What? Oh, no. I'm not. I'm just... waiting on my parents..." He said to the nurse.
"Oooh." They went silent.
A male nurse wheeled in another girl, spoke to the the nurse that was already in the room, then left. He whispered something in the nurse's ear, then she frowned. "Really?"
The male nurse nodded, and left to talk to a doctor.
Then she perked up with a smile. "My turn in there's coming up next. You wanna help?"
"What? Me?" Tony asked, his eyes widening. "I don't know the first thing about feeding a kid."
"Don't worry, I'll teach ya. It's really not that hard."
Tony just shrugged. What else did he have to do? Nothing. He didn't even know if he was allowed back inside his parents' house.
The nurse just smiled, grabbed his wrist and led him to the door to the nursery. She opened the door; the first nurse in there was laying the boy back in his crib.
"Who's he?" She asked at the sight of Tony.
"A, uh, intern." The nurse in front of Tony lied. "He was sent over by, uh, Harvard. Training to get his nursing degree. Isn't that right, David?"
I took Tony to figure out what she was doing. The it hit him. "Oh! Right, yeah!"
The first nurse raised an eyebrow, but simply shrugged and clocked out of the nursery.
Then she pulled him into the room and closed the door, and sighed.
"David?" Tony asked.
"Hey. First name that came into my head. You better change. There's some men's scrubs in the bathroom. And you go by David until you leave here, got it?"
Tony raised both his hands, "Yes, ma'am." and he spun around on his heel and speed walked into the bathroom to change.
When he came back out, he was in light blue scrubs and white sneakers.
"Oh, good. They fit." The nurse said, prepping a bottle of formula.
Tony just shrugged. "So, how am I doing this?"
"Well, first you've gotta sit in the rocking chair."
He looked at her in a weird way, but sat down.
The nurse shook the bottle a little, then moved to a crib and gently lifted a baby girl with tan skin (that was almost the same color as Tony's) up and carefully cradled her in her arms. Then she walked up to Tony, and carefully placed her in his arms. He had to cross his right leg to make it more comfortable.
"Keep her head cradled. There ya go." The nurse handed him the bottle and showed him how to hold it for the baby. He had it down right then and there.
