Author's Note and Disclaimer:

They aren't mine! I'm only borrowing them so my imaginary friend can get a sexy boyfriend and I can live vicariously through her…technically I'm playing God…*insert evil laugh here*

Please R&R. Show some love. Help me improve. BE CONSTRUCTIVE, NOT DESTRUCTIVE. Thanks ;)

Warning: Cursing, violence, sexual situations, alcohol content, and just plain sexiness. Not for the faint of heart, people prone to nerdgasms should beware. It has light angst, but mostly it's a romantic dramedy

This is a songfic…expect a soundtrack.

Enjoy!

Starksassemblyrequired

Prologue Song: Vienna by The Frey

Prologue:

There goes the downpour…there goes my fair thee well…

Tony started awake, shaking, sweating, fearing that the nightmare was real. Again. He felt the crushing blackness of space around him, heard the cold hollow silence that was all around him as he let the lack of oxygen rush over him. It was like drowning. Drowning and falling all at once. He didn't even know what had woken him from his nightmare tonight, but whatever it was, he was thankful for.

There's really no way to reach me…there's really no way to reach me…

"Jarvis." Tony rasped, his voice hoarse. He needed something. He didn't know what, but he knew he couldn't sleep couldn't go back to the dark again.

"Yes, sir?" The AI spoke, the tone cultured, a comfort to him.

"Time, please." He hoped the hour was at least decent enough for him to wander around his own damn home without questioning stares from his roommates. Since the Avengers moved into the tower, he felt an odd sense of companionship, but an underlying tone of annoyance. He couldn't even walk around naked anymore.

"The time is 7:23am, sir." Jarvis, ever the butler, chimed. "Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner are already awake and conversing in the kitchen."

"Thanks, Jarvis." Tony sighed, noticing the slight tremor in his hands as he rubbed his face. Standing, he sighed once more before leaving his bedroom and heading for the kitchen.

The scent of bacon and coffee wafted through the apartment. Tony heard Steve laugh at something Bruce had said and shook his head. He and the Captain had begun a strange and sometimes tense friendship, but as time went on they became more comfortable with one another, the Captain loosening up a bit, not being so uptight, and Tony being more respectful of the Captain's breaking points.

"Morning, Stark." Steve said, his tone still tinged with laughter. "How'd you sleep?"

Tony grunted, heading for the coffee.

"You okay?" Bruce's brow furrowed slightly, concern in his brown eyes. The doctor had noticed a change in his friend in the four months since the invasion, and defeat, of the Chitauri. At first he had assumed it was the breakup between Tony and Pepper affecting his friend, but after watching the way the now ex-lovers interacted, he determined that was not the case.

There's so many words that we can't say…spoken along long distance melodies…

"Fine." Tony poured a cup of the steaming brew and took a sip. The tension seemed to leave him for a moment as he savored the flavor of hazelnut coffee. "Just didn't get to sleep until late."

"Working on another suit upgrade?" Steve asked, curiosity in his tone. Tony couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. His friend had become obsessed with learning about the world of modern technology. Often he sat with Tony in his shop as he built and upgraded his techno palace, uttering two words more than any. "What's that?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah. The Mach VII is a work in progress." The inventor inhaled deeply and rubbed his face once again.

"Jarvis." Tony called.

"Yes, sir?" Steve still wasn't used to the AI, but had stopped jumping at the sound of the computerized butler's voice.

"Call Harper. Get her down here. I want to start working early today." Tony looked down at his watch as he made the command.

"Sir, I do not believe Miss Moore will be very happy at being woken up at this hour." Jarvis' voice held a note of warning.

"Yeah, Tony." Bruce looked nervous. "Remember what happened last time you woke her up like that?"

Steve frowned and shook his head. "She wasn't very happy."

Both men looked at one another and shivered slightly. The unease was evident in them both.

"Who wasn't very happy?" Clint's bare feet padded into the kitchen, grabbing his own cup of coffee. "Nat?"

"Harper." Steve, Bruce and Tony all answered at once and Clint took on a pale pallor.

"You want to wake her up, don't you?" He glared at Tony. "You want to unleash that kind of hell on us? What's wrong with you man?!"

"I want to get started early, that's all." Tony argued, his voice raising. "Jarvis, make the call."

"Jarvis, stop!" The three men chimed, their voices stern.

"Jarvis.." Tony was cut off by a sharp slap to the back of his head. He winced and turned, seeing that now, Natasha and Thor had joined their little group, although Thor looked to be still half asleep.

"You leave that girl alone." Natasha commanded. "She works hard for us, Stark. She's not only an assistant, but a nanny, a maid and a teacher to the blunder twins over there." Her head jerked toward the two blonds in the group, both drinking their coffee and stopping with identical expressions of confusion on their faces before letting out a self-righteous chorus of "Hey!"

"Fine." Tony conceded, his facial expression that of a petulant child who never got its way. "I'll give her until 8:15. Then I'm calling." He put his cup in the sink and walked off to his office, tightness in his chest with every step he took.

So this is your Maverick…This is Vienna

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