Seven Percent
Summary:
Tony thinks about Sherlock Holmes and gets a surprise visit which he very much dislikes.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Avengers (Mavel) or Sherlock Holmes (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
(Kudos to Mister Robert Downy Jr. for his roles in both)
Rating:
T
Warning:
Drug Use
Seven percent solution-Sherlock Holmes had it right, maybe Sir Doyle had used cocaine or knew someone who used? Oh hell it really didn't matter now did it? Doyle was long dead and Sherlock Holmes with him.
"Sir, Captain Rodgers is here and asking to see you."
I huffed- well if it wasn't the old stick in the mud himself;
"Let him in."
I turned and started to fiddle with a project that had started to bore me. Why had I started this to begin with? What the hell was this again?
"Stark what the hell was the meaning of pissing off Clint?"
I rolled my head towards the sound of his voice, he sounded rather pissed off if anything;
"Hm?"
Heavy footsteps were all that warned me before Steve grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at him;
"What did you take Tony?"
I pushed him away;
"I don't know what your talking about capicle."
The growl that tore from his throat startled me, he then proceeded to slam me into my work table.
"Tony this isn't debatable-What the hell did you take?"
I tried to push him away but with the super serum in his veins and the seven percent in mine-I didn't have a snowballs chance in hell.
"Alcohol."
Steve slammed me back down again;
"Alright alright cap! Keep your knickers on!"
His eyes narrowed and he gave me one of those 'talk now' looks. I really wasn't sure how he did it, I mean he really hadn't been part of the army for very long before he took the plunge into the ice.
"Well what was it Anthony?"
I gulped at that tone, so demanding!
"A seven percent solution."
He yanked my arms up and looked for the tattle tale mark the syringe would have left-had I used one, then quite rudely he pushed my face up so he could look at my nose. My deliver system was updated from such medieval techniques. I wasn't trying to look like a user, that would kill my reputation after all-people wouldn't trust me as Iron Man anymore, All they would see is someone trying to escape the world when that wasn't what I was doing.
"How did you take it?"
I smiled at his frown;
"I'm not telling."
He punched the table next to my head;
"Stark this isn't something you should be doing to your body."
What did it matter? It made everything so much clearer…It stimulated my mind, damn the physical problems that came with it.
"It's not your choice what I do with my body."
Steve twitched;
"Either tell me where your stash is or I'll tell Fury-you know what he'll do."
I rolled my eyes;
"He probably already knows, hell he knew about when I was dying so why not this?"
Steven shook his head;
"I don't care if he knows now or not-I'll get him to have us remove them from your property and confine you to your house till we know for sure it's out of your system."
I doubt he could actually do that-Fury wasn't one to be cowed after all.
"No you won't."
Another growl left his throat.
"You think I can't? Remember he made me the leader of the Avengers-I can have you removed from the roster."
Ah well I forgot about that some how.
"Jarvis where is Anthony's stash?"
Jarvis seemed to hesitate;
"Mister Rodgers…I cannot."
He was my computer after all he wouldn't tell on me.
"Jarvis please."
"The third drawer in the kitchen area."
Or maybe he would Jesus, never trust a computer to keep your secrets. Steve let me go and stalked towards the kitchen. Great, there goes my stash. I wasn't about to try and stop him. He frowned and pulled out my case, opening it he found the delivery system and a bottle of the solution. He looked pretty pissed as he walked away with them;
"Jarvis no matter what Anthony tells you don't let him out."
Damn.
"How are you feeling?"
I glared at Steve, what did he want now? He'd taken my stuff and stuck me down here for a few hours.
"Go to hell."
He shrugged;
"I just might."
I froze, what? Why would he go to hell?
"I want out."
He nodded;
"I had Fury take you off the roster for a bit."
Oh he did, did he? Great, now two things he'd taken from me.
"Why? You took what I had."
He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but was good enough to keep himself in check;
"As if you couldn't get more?"
I sighed;
"I've had that stuff for awhile-I haven't needed to…not in a long time."
He shook his head;
"Don't tell me you waste that mind of yours to make it yourself."
I didn't have to.
"Look, you need to stop-god knows what its already done to you."
I didn't have to listen to this, he wasn't my parents-I was a grown man who could make my own decisions. After all what did it matter if I was using? It's not like I've ever had problems with it before and I had been using it on and off for years…
"Tony promise me you won't do it anymore."
I looked at him, why would I promise? I'd only break it.