Just a little hi from little ol' me.. I am branching into other stories/fandoms and this was my first marvel story :D I'm excited tell me what you think.
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Take away the suit and what are you?

The words rang through his mind and refused to stop. Oh, he gave his best flippant answer but the words caught him in the chest. What was he? Some freak of nature that just lived on an element of his own creation.

He worked with a super soldier, a maniacal green beast, and a Norse god of legends. How could he be the freak? Sure he couldn't shoot a bow or fight hand to hand like Clint and Natasha but his suit-right.

Without the suit he was a man of engineering brilliance and not much else. As soon as he could break away from the group he holed himself up in his lab and didn't leave.

Obi had nearly killed him with his own technology. He couldn't even defend himself against someone that he had known all his life. He had built an arc reactor in a cave in the middle of Afghanistan, but to these people he was simply a moron in a suit.

He nearly died for them all, flying into the portal and not really expecting to return. The team was all smiles as they tiredly ate Shawarma at this torn up little place. It still at him though. The statement made couldn't be taken back and he couldn't escape his own worse enemy, himself. There was nothing he wanted more than to escape from the words that had left the Cap's mouth on the helicarrier but it wouldn't leave him.

He stayed in his lab for 6 days, he didn't even surface for coffee like he did around day 2 on any other long stretch in the lab. And he couldn't say he was surprised when no one showed up at the door of his lab to find him and he didn't feel all that bad when he fell to the floor in a dead faint from lack of sleep, food, and water.

Natasha was sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch when an alarm started blaring somewhere in the house. She stood up but she couldn't quite figure out what the alarm was for and just sat back down. Watching to see what the others would do, if any of the others noticed and knew what it was for.

Bruce looked up from his lab notes at the sudden blaring noise and tried to avoid Hulking out in this overly expensive room. The sirens were loud and the Other Guy was less than pleased. He put earplugs in, trying to get the Hulk to calm before he tried to solve the problem.

Thor sat in the kitchen, scarfing down the glory that he had discovered in the pop tarts. The noise that started blaring scared him. And he may or may not have smashed the counter with mjolnir. He may or may not have had a minor panic attack about the reaction that Lady Jane would have when she found out the damage he had caused to the Man of Iron's kitchen. And he may or may not have completely forgotten about the noise that had startled him in the first place.

Steve was sitting in a cramped little office at SHIELD HQ across from Coulson when the phone he was given by Stark started to beep insistently in the middle of the meeting. The thing was too much for him to figure out, and in his frustration he broke the little piece of electronics that was connected to the alarm system at the Tower.

Clint was sitting in the vents of the building when the alarm started going off. He had heard it before, just before Pepper had shown up pissed as hell and went disappearing into the lowest levels of the tower. With a shrug he set off to figure out what on the lower levels had caused the dilemma. He reached the vent that was inside Tony's work space but he didn't see the genius anywhere. He pulled the grate out and dropped down to see what it was in the room that had triggered the alarm.

He spun a full circle but never saw the genius, one of the bots in the corner spun to life and whirred and sounded distraught. Clint became a little worried that he could tell a bot was in distress. The alarm was still blaring.

"Computer-Ja-Whatever you're called. What the hell is going on?" There was no answer, just the blaring of the alarm. The comouter that ran the house wasn't working. Great. Then something seemed to click in Clint's mind.

"Tony? Where the hell are you?" The bot became more active and Clint gave up and walked toward it. When he walked around the workbench he felt his stomach land in his boots.

"Oh God!" He dropped to Tony's side and saw that the arc reactor was still glowing brightly like it should but Tony looked like he had wasted away around it. He checked quickly for a pulse and found a small thready pulse and he admits that he might have panicked for a moment. He picked up the man and frowned at how small he felt in his arms. He found one of the cars that was at the end of the workshop and ran to put Tony inside the passenger seat, before hot-wiring it to life.

It took him less than 3 minutes to get to the hospital, which should have been a twenty minute drive. He probably should have practiced a little more caution than he had about driving Tony to the hospital but he couldn't think of that now. He picked the man up out of the car and ran into the hospital doors.

"Help!" He yelled. He was sure that he could have called Shield and it would have been better, but for some reason it hadn't even crossed his mind. He was a trained killer, with a more than basic knowledge of how to fix problems but this had caught him off guard and so he was left acting like a panicked civilian hoping that everything would turn out okay.

Pepper had come into the tower like a raging stallion. "Avengers! I don't give a fuck what you are doing! Get down here now!" She was pissed and they were all going to know it. She was terrified that she was going to lose her boss and her closest friend, and even still she was not going to let any of them escape from her more than justified anger.

She had received the health alarm from JARVIS while she was at work and nearly screamed in the middle of a board meeting. Ten minutes later she received a more than panicked call from Agent Barton that Tony was at the hospital and it wasn't looking good.

In short order she had three of the team standing before her, missing only the Captain and the one keeping watch over Tony.

"What the hell kind of team mates are you?" She seethed. The three looked at her in confusion, though Natasha's face was slowly getting stonier.

"What do you mean P-"

"Don't even bother to say my name Dr. Banner. I don't really want to look at any of you right now. You should all be dragged through the flames but I don't have the energy to do more than yell at you. I'm too scared for his life."

"For whose li-"

"YOUR TEAMMATE IS DYING. HE HASN'T SLEPT OR HAD ANY NUTRIENTS FOR 6 DAYS. THE ALARM SET TO HIS VITAL SIGNS IN THE LAB WENT OFF AND ONLY ONE OF YOU CARED ENOUGH TO LOOK FOR HIM." Pepper's voice had risen in volume that she was sure whoever was in the lower levels could hear her with no problems.

"We didn't know it was set to hi-"

"Save it Banner. I really need you to shut up now. You didn't-none of you-" Her voice trailed off and she choked back the sob that tried to escape her throat. She turned on her heel and left them standing there in the living room.

Fury gave a heavy sigh when the alert that an Avenger was in the hospital showed up on his computer. He tried to refrain from the aggravated groan when he saw Stark's name pull up in the file. He closed down the file and looked back across at Rogers.

"Stark is in the hospital."

"I should go check on him" Steve stood up and was out the door before Fury could say another word.

He hailed a cab and was at the hospital in next to no time; wondering what was wrong with his teammate.