A/N: HERP-DE-DERP! Good news, everyone! After having a whole summer of doing nothing, I start school tomorrow and I'm starting this story. I have been getting a lot of follows of this story lately and have been asked to write a sequel to Poison. I have a little bit of an idea, but I'm not sure how it will go. I'll try my best!

The Grass is Dead on the Other Side is on hiatus because, honestly, I have hardly a clue on where I'm going with it.

"Do you have any idea what you have done?!"

Tony let out his fifth sigh that morning. He had been woken up from his hospital bed for the sixth time this week on the Helicarrier to a red-faced Steve Rogers.

"Got kidnapped by terrorists, created a robotic suit, stopped my company from being in the arms race, sent a nuke into space and killed a bunch of aliens, Phantom Menace style…"

"Are you kidding me?!" Steve exclaimed. He stopped, breathing out a large sigh as he placed his hand on his face. "Listen to me…"

"No, I think you should listen to me," Tony interrupted. He pushed himself up on his elbows. "What I did wasn't some selfish act that I did just to get back at 'the man' or however you would say it back in grandpa times. What I did was help a teammate, a friend, get out of a bind that he has no business being in… being treated like a criminal! If you think that's so wrong, then you aren't the team-player here."

Steve's face fell and he looked away. "Look, it's not like…" Steve sighed. "I know Dr. Banner doesn't deserve that. He is a good man and an Avenger." Steve turned to face him now. "It's just that what we really need, what Bruce really needs, is to be on good terms with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the rest of mankind."

"Saving the world wasn't enough?"

"You and I both know the answer to that one." Tony was the one to look down this time. "Tony, I was about to petition for Bruce's freedom. I didn't want him to go to the Cube either. We needed to do this as peacefully as possible. Now we have to rethink our plan to get him back and keep him with us, trusted by the government and seen as the hero he can be."

"I just…I wanted him to live his own life," Tony lied back down.

Steve walked towards the doorway. "I know. We'll think of something." He walked out the door and left Tony back in the dark to fester in his thoughts.

"Are your stupid-asses serious?" Director Fury glared across the room at two of his best agents, Captain America, and Iron Man themselves. They stared stoically back.

Fury shook his head and turned away, his arms folded behind his backs. "You people are telling me that we should let Dr. Banner run around this world without so much as any monitoring?"

"You told us to be a team, right? Here we are," Tony said from his wheelchair.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, Stark. Your actions caused an uproar in the United Nations."

"They do that a lot," Stark retorted. Clint smirked.

"And you, Agent Barton. I know you had something to do with this."

"Sorry, Sir. I just couldn't stop him in time. Technology is a crazy thing nowadays." Fury groaned and turned towards Steve.

"Rogers, please tell me you know where I'm coming from."

Steve sighed and shook his head. "Sir, I agree that Dr. Banner should have not been released as he was," Tony snorted. "However, I agree with my team. Bruce has proven himself as a good man, an Avenger, a hero. I would have done this more peacefully, but I would not allow Dr. Banner to be imprisoned."

"Nice speech, Cap. You do any other Braveheart impressions?" Tony joked. Steve blushed for a short moment as he regained his composure. Fury turned to Natasha.

"Agent Romanova, you're my last…"

"Sorry, Director, but I agree with the others," Natasha said, he face never quavering with emotion. "Dr. Banner has proven himself a valuable ally. While he has slipped recently, I believe that he has no intention to harm anyone, as proven by his most recent incident. No casualties were reported at that time."

Fury sighed. "So, you are all on his side?"

"Yessir," Tony slurred.

Nick groaned and sat down in his seat. "I wanted you all to be a team, and look where it got me." He shook his head. "I was prepared to argue his case to The Panel, but now you all fucked up. This is going to be a pain in the ass to argue about."

"Well, then you better get to it, Director," Tony motioned.

"Are you-Stark, I can't just easily fight this. Until we get approval, we have to take Banner back and hold him for as long as needed. We're going to need full coopera-"

"No, no deal," Tony argued.

"You can't just decide something like this Stark…"

"Tony, we got our point across to the director, he wants Bruce out as much as we do." Steve commented.

"That was coming out of the King of Lies himself," Tony sneered.

"I don't need your approval to get things done around here, Stark."

"I agree with Stark, there's got to be another way to handle this," Clint commented.

"You aren't high enough on the pay grade to make that call, Barton."

"Director Fury, we really do need to strategize what we can do otherwise," Natasha commented.

"I don't want to hear this from anyone!" Fury yelled over the chaos. "It has to be that way or Banner's stuck in The Cube."

"There's always another way, Nick. If you'd get your head out of your…"

"Sir, a call is coming in."

Tony jerked his head to his pocket and jerked his arms up and down in a sigh. "Kind of busy, Jarv. Send it to voicemail."

"Sir, Dr. Bruce Banner is on the line."

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