Inspired by the episode of Supernatural called 'Changing channels.' Please read, enjoy and review :) The chapters for this will be short, and a lot of them will be quite cracky- fair warning.

Tony's eyes fluttered open and he looked around in confusion- he was lying inside a room somewhere he didn't recognise- this could mean either one of two things: if today was his lucky day, he had gotten drunk and was now in the back room of a bar. If not, he had been kidnapped- again. A sudden spurt of static crackled in his ear, and he realised he was wearing his earpiece.

"Hello?" he croaked out- god, his voice sounded awful.

"Stark? Is that you?" It was Natasha. He grunted in the affirmative. "Where are you?"

"I have no idea; you?"

"I've no idea either."

"Well; that could be a problem."

Tasha had woken up curled up on the sofa of what appeared to be a waiting room. The moment she had realised something was up, she was on her feet, scanning the room.

"Hi!" grinned a breezy lady in a too pink shirt. "It's your turn; are you nervous?" Tasha grabbed her by the wrist and flipped her onto the floor with a snarl, only to be zapped by a jolt of energy by some unseen force. She whipped around, trying to work out what was going on, when the nurse clambered back to her feet. "Come on, sweetie- I'm sure you'll be great."

"Stark," growled Natasha lowly. "Stark!" But there was only the whine of static.

"Mr Stark, sir?" called a voice, pounding on the door. The ear piece had suddenly stopped working, and he didn't have time to look at it. Tony rolled to his feet, his head feeling remarkably clear despite the fact that he was just unconscious. "Mr Stark? It's time."

"Time for what?" snapped Tony, pulling the door open, only to pause. He was in a stadium. In the bleachers, thousands of people screamed and waved. Right before him was a top of the line, holy crap, that would be expensive even for me sports car.

"Congratulations Mr Stark," said an elegant blonde woman who handed him the keys, "on being the first Rookie to make it to the formula one championship." Tony had no idea what was going on, but he liked it, and with a grin he slid into the car.

"It's talent- sheer talent, baby!"

Natasha had learned the hard way that she just had to go along with it, otherwise some unseen malevolent force would shock her into oblivion. With that noted, she stared at the total wipe out challenge with a new level of disdain. Wasn't this a TV show?

"Get ready, and... GO!" shouted a voice, and what the hell- she was stuck here, she should at least have some fun with it.

Their expressions once she finished with a new record time were definitely worth it as she flipped neatly off the course and landed on the ground in front of them.

"Now that that's done- what am I doing here?" However, the lady didn't have a chance to respond before the world went black.

Tony's whoops and yells of excitement were drowned out by the roar of the engine as he shot down the course, swerving and overtaking with reckless abandon. He was in fifth; now he was in fourth; third, second, and just as he was about to go for first some idiot behind him rammed into him and sent him careening off course. He shot towards the wall and top speed, but just before he collided, everything went black.