A/N: Just something that I had in mind after watching the new Avengers movie and a bunch of talk on tumblr as well about what Kurt would do after what happened with NYADA. So yeah, I do not own Glee or the Avengers, this is just something I thought would be fun to write.

Warning: If you're an Avenger enthusiast and nitpick everything people write, please leave now because I screw up a lot of biological history, especially with Captain America. ** If that bothers you, better not read this. Oh and to anyone who is a little confused about the beginning, there was a little drabble that is probably the beginning of this chapter and you can read that here post/23600022645 / ccolfer-kurt-hummel-is-too-big-for-nyada-kurt

Otherwise, enjoy!

Prologue

When Tony Stark came up to Kurt and outright told him that he was Iron Man, he was expecting a lot of things. Getting laughed at was not one of them. Which was oddly humbling.

Fortunately, he had brought his suit with him for such an event and that shut Kurt up pretty quickly.

And so, that was how Kurt ended up in New York, working for Tony Stark of all people as a, get this, "costume designer." Kurt had rolled his eyes at the title. There was absolutely no way Tony Stark and whomever else that was behind this had gone all the way to Lima, Ohio, picked him up and gave him an internship at Stark Towers to make pretty clothes. He wasn't stupid.

But he really didn't want to ask. He didn't want to ask when Tony left Lima with a letter and tickets to NYC the following month. He didn't when he got on the private jet plane nor did he ask when he was picked up by the 2012 Royal Royce, the door opened up automatically and a disembodied voice telling him Mr. Stark will see him at the tower as soon as they got there.

Perhaps he had been in denial the whole time and that this wasn't real and it was all just a dream he had concocted in his head and he was probably still in school, in a state of shock after learning he was rejected from the only school that really mattered. The last straw, however, was when Tony started to show him around the tower, the other Avengers out at the moment doing their own thing but that Kurt was welcomed to use anything in the rooms as he desired. And then he showed him his own room. Or rather, his entire floor. It was high up, at least twenty stories and the window were huge. Kurt could see the entire New York skyline.

"I hope you like it, but if you think that it's too small or whatever, just let me know. I can totally re-do the room for you, it really isn't any trouble. Your work station is actually down stairs, this is more your living area but of course, you don't have to stay just in here, you can join us down stairs in the first living room and dining room. Everyone takes turns cooking, it's a rule that my rather goody two shoes teammate decided to create because he didn't want to rely solely on AI's or chefs. I would, however, duck and cover when Natasha cooks because she can kill a man with a finger as well as her cooking, it's really not something anyone should have the misfortune to experience—"

Kurt had long stopped listening and was just staring out of the window. It had a balcony. An actual balcony and he swore he could see New Jersey from up here. It was beautiful. It was magnificent. It was too good to be true.

"Why am I here, Mr. Stark?" he said, abruptly, turning back to the older man. His rambling is cut short and just looks at Kurt for a moment, as if unsure what he was just asked. Kurt sighed, "Listen, I know you guys don't need a costume designer—Don't!—I know when you're lying, I can tell—"

"Really? Even Pepper said it took a while before you learned all of my tells, what magic is this? Are you sure you're not an Asgaurdian?"

Kurt just gave him a deadpanned stare that made Tony smile sheepishly, before sighing and scratching the back of his neck. "Alright, alright, you caught me. I'll tell you the truth, just…you better sit down for this, kid, it's a whopper."

Cautious now, Kurt sat on the bed while Tony took a chair across from him.

"Okay so, just for the record, what I did was strictly for the sake of my burning curiosity and in no way, shape or form did I know what I know now nor did I ever want to hurt anyone."

The young man waited for Tony to recollect himself, nodding for him to continue.

"A few weeks ago…I was having a conversation with my teammates and along the conversation, I found that I knew absolutely nothing about them, not really. And me, being in the public eye all the time, they knew mostly everything about me. So I did some research," "Hacking, you mean," Kurt interrupted. Tony shrugged, "Whatever, tomato, tomahto and all that. Anyway, as I did my 'research' on my teammates, I came across an interesting tidbit about one of my partners. I found out that he had a son.

"What's interesting about this is that there is no way this guy could have a son. He's an absolute virgin who blushes at the mere thought of anything too vulgar. But there it was, clear as day, he had a son. So I did more digging-" "Hacking." "Hush. On this story and I found out that a bunch of scientists thought it would be a good idea to take some of his…man juice," Kurt took this time to wince accordingly, "and insert it into a woman who volunteered to keep this man's family going. However, she found out that the scientist did not just want to keep the line from dying out but also turn this kid into a soldier, which is just tacky, if you ask me. So she ran away and by some miracle, they never found her. In fact, we may never have found out that the son even existed until thirty years after the fact. Apparently, the mother told her son about his real origins and he in turn, changed his last name in honor of the father he never got to meet. He grew up and had a daughter of his own and she, like all children, grew up and had her own baby boy. You."

Kurt stared at Tony open mouthed for a long while and Tony confused it with awe. He nodded sagely, patting Kurt on the shoulder, "Yes, yes, I know. It's a lot to take in. It's all very Spanish novella, isn't it?"

"Wait, wait, hold up, my brain is still trying to translate all that into proper English, give me a minute. Are you saying…that I'm related to one of you guys?" He looked up and gasped, "Oh my God, it's you, isn't it? I'm your half brother or second cousin aren't I?"

Tony tried not to look as affronted as he felt at how panicked Kurt sounded at the thought of being related to a Stark.

"No, you elfish dimwit, it's not me. But let me ask you something, alright? When you were growing up, did you ever notice that you were different from the other boys?"

Kurt was giving him that deadpanned look again, "You just called me elfish. I think it's safe to assume that yes, I was a 'little' different from the other boys, growing up." Tony rolled his eyes, "No, I mean physically. Stop giving me that face, Hummel. I'm talking about strength. Or speed. Were you better at it than most of the guys at school?"

Shrugging, he said, "I was always a fast runner. I had to be. Strength? I help my dad fix cars and sometimes I lifted them up a bit, but that was usually with the help of a car jack…most of the time I think…and well, I was on the football team for like, five seconds. I was the kicker and the coach said he'd never seen someone kick a ball that fast and hard since…I don't remember the name he used, but I assume it's some famous football player. Why?"

Kurt didn't like the way Tony's eyes lighted up to that piece of news. "Because, Mr. Hummel; I do believe you are related to America's sweetheart, leader (I use the term loosely) of the Avengers. Captain America. Also known as Steve Rogers."

Tony was prepared for the laughter this time, Kurt tended to do that at when he received rather ludicrous information.

"What? Me? Related to THE Captain America? Okay, now I know you're absolutely insane because that the biggest piece of bull—"

"You're a fast runner, you probably don't even know how fast but it's fast. You're strong, again, you don't know how strong. You've been living in an environment where you don't always have to protect yourself from danger. Real, superhero type danger. And all my research has led right to you."

Kurt just kept shaking his head, "No, no. My mom would have said something, at least to my dad. Her maiden name wasn't even Rogers, it was—" Tony interrupted him again, which was making Kurt very irritated.

"Ables. Elizabeth Ables, I know. I found that out too. After your grandfather was harassed by military recruiters one too many times, he legally changed his daughters last name to that of her mothers maiden name, Juliana Ables to protect her from anyone trying to see if they can make a kick ass Miss America, if you know what I mean."

Kurt was really glad he was sitting down because he certainly felt dizzy.

"So...you brought me here to do what exactly? A very late family reunion?"

Tony shook his head, smiling with too much amusement, "No, no, you can still make costumes. But see, after I finished my research, I decided to do the responsible thing and show my superior (another term I use loosely) of my findings."

Through his shock, Kurt was still able to comment dryly, "You mean you were caught red handed."

The superhero laughed, head tilted back, "Oh, Hummel. I knew I liked you for a reason. Fine, yes, I was caught. But, fortunately for me, my superior was interested in what I found. And for once, we both agreed on something. We wanted to recruit you for our team."

"As a designer?" he said weakly.

"Yes but also as an actual member. Kurt, you…yeah, okay, I'm not cut out for the 'you have potential' speech, it's not really my thing. But I do think you'd make a hell of hero with a little training. Hey, maybe even a consultant. That's what I was going to be. Well no, of course not, I'd kill everyone that came to me for advice but you'd probably good at it."

But Kurt was just shaking his head, the panicked look coming back, "No. No, no, no, you have got the wrong person. I'm sing and dance guy! I can color coordinate clothes and rooms and even pissed off cheer leading coaches! I'm not a superhero. I'm just…I'm just not. I don't have powers or anything. I can run fast, sure but that's after years of being chased around the school yard. I am not a hero."

Tony was silent the entire time Kurt had his spiel, watching him closely, his eyes observant. After letting the young man catch him breath, he responded, "And it's like I said. You haven't developed your strengths yet. If you did, you'd be surprised of what you could do. In fact, I've been looking at security footage from your high school, where you're being chased," he waved off the surprise look on Kurt's face, "It's kid's stuff, anyone with first grade knowledge of computer hacking can do it. But I saw you running. You jumped over trashcans in a single bound. You ran so fast, even the football running back couldn't catch up to you and that's their job. I really wanted to see you punch some of those guys in the nose but I got a huge feeling that you're not exactly the violent type, even when faced with danger, unless someone close to you is going to get hurt. Let me tell you something and if you repeat this, I'll deny it and it's my word against yours okay?

That's what we want to see. That's what being a hero is all about. You stand up for what you believe in, you never want to hurt anyone unless it's to protect someone else which fortunately for you, hasn't happened yet. Except for that Sebastian guy, I really wanted you to sock it to him. You stayed with your boyfriend instead. You're noble and honorable and to be quite honest, I think you'd make a great addition to the Avengers. After training you up a bit of course. But, don't think this is an ultimatum, Kurt. This is entirely your decision. Which is why I'm giving you the summer to think about it."

Kurt blinked, still a little breathless but mostly from the speech Tony had given him. Iron Man believed in him. How more surreal could this day get?
"Wait, the summer? You still want me to—"

"Here's the deal, my ceramic disciple. You're not just here to design costumes and maybe become a hero but also S.H.I.E.L.D recognizes your abilities to be very tolerant of high maintenance personalities as well as unstable personalities. They want you to be sort of our…referee of sorts. You see, Steve and Thor and sometimes Bruce don't really take well to Jarvis and me and would perhaps be more comfortable taking advice from a human being."

He had to ask. "Jarvis?"

"Hello, Mr. Hummel," a disembodied voice came to life above him, scaring Kurt so bad, he almost shrieked. The bearded man grinned widely, "That's Jarvis. He's my AI. Built him myself. He's actually quite capable of taking care of these kiddies but some of the others just aren't really comfortable with talking to a computer. No offense, Jarvis."

"None taken sir. You have not programmed me to feel offended."

Tony did a double take, "Really? Damn. I should probably fix that. Anyway, so here's my deal. You take the summer as a sort of preview of what's to come. Yeah, you can create costumes for the team but at the same time just…take care of them in anyway. Except sexual, we don't need lawsuits." Kurt just rolled his eyes but let him continue.

"They need someone to talk to sometime and they don't exactly trust S.H.I.E.L.D officers much. But with you around, I think they would warm up to you. You're young, you're a civilian, the very people we protect. And on the side, if you choose to accept it, you can train your endurance. Beef you up a bit. If anything, the next time some maniac tries to chase you down, you'll at least have the confidence of being able to knock him on his ass, right? And there is one more thing. As an apology for your troubles, if you choose not to be recruited, I will personally write to your school of choice a recommendation letter to end all recommendation letters. As well as pay for your tuition. As payment for any fabulous creations you make while you stay here. What do you say?"

Kurt had to hand it to him, Tony Stark did know how to give exactly what people want. It was hard to say no to all of that. But there was one more thing he had to ask. "What about Captain America? I mean Steve. Will you tell him who I am? Or the others?"

Tony sighed dramatically but gave him a steady look, "I'll leave that up to you. Until you choose to be part of the Avengers, I don't have to tell anyone anything. If you want to tell him now, that's your choice. But believe me, I think he would be very happy to know there is family out there for him. I hate the guy sometimes, cause he's got the whole 'I can't talk to girls but they love to talk to me cause I look like an Abercrombie model' going on but on the whole, he's a good person. A sad, strange, tiny waisted man, but a good person."

Kurt was giving him a curious look that Tony chose to ignore. He coughed, "But yeah, the choice really comes down to you. What's your final answer, Mr. Hummel?"

He was silent for a very long moment, toying with the hem of his shirt but careful not to stretch it. When he looked up, his jaw was squared tight, his eyes determined. "Okay."

Tony smiled, his eyes lighting up in excitement, "Okay? Really? That simple?"

Kurt snorted, "Of course it's not that simple. I have a couple of conditions. One, I won't tell Mr. Rogers anything until I feel comfortable with it, that includes the others. So you better keep your mouth shut too. I know that's difficult for you but if you want me to stay, that's how it's going to be. For now, I'm just Kurt Hummel, costume designer and part time counselor. And second, I want to fly my boyfriend out here and let him stay with me for the summer, if that's okay." Tony was nodding along, "That's reasonable."

"I'm not done yet," the shorter boy interrupted. It felt good to do so for once, "Lastly…I'm pretty sure I won't join the Avengers…my dream is to go on Broadway. Will I really be able to go to any school I want so late in the year? It's already after graduation."

Tony smirked, "You forget who I am. I'm Tony Stark! Billionaire, industrial genius and I save the world on a weekly basis. I'm friends with a Demi-God, a green rage monster, assassins, etc. If I can't get you into the school of your dreams, I'll eat Dummy."

A robot whose been quietly cleaning up around the room, suddenly looked up, whirring in apprehension. Tony waved him off, "It won't be necessary, I won't eat you. Go back to what you were doing." With rather jilted movement, the robot, Dummy Kurt remembered, went back to dusting the room.

"So, we have a deal. For the summer, you work for us and at the end, you tell us your answer. Alright?" He held out a hand for Kurt to shake, which he took a beat later. "Yes. God of Thunder help me, I will. I feel like I just signed myself over to the nut house." Tony chuckled, "Oh kid, you have no idea."