HK: And here's something else I promised to post ages ago! It's going through somewhat of a rewrite since, as I actually have an ending planned out for this fic, it currently seems rushed as Hell. Who knew that was a side effect of having a plan? Anyway, enjoy ladies and gents! I'll post more as I remember.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Avengers. I've actually seen Avengers the least out of my beloved crew (only three times…) but I wouldn't say no to owning the boys! ;)

WARNINGS! BWAHAHAHA as if I'd tell you now! Then you'd know what I was planning! And it's a good plan. )

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Tony strolled down to the lab and paused.

"Huh." The glass walls and doors surrounding his personal playground had been shattered. He snapped his fingers at the camera high on the wall. "Hey, didn't we fix these last week?"

Admittedly they went through a lot of glass in the lab, but he was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to it this week. There was a brief pause as JARVIS checked his records before the cultured voice slid out of the walls.

"Indeed, sir. The glass was intact until a few minutes ago. I was about to send a message to the contractor." JARVIS didn't seem particularly bothered by that, but Tony was a little perplexed. He hummed to himself, tapping his fingers on his chin.

"Use a different guy, JARVIS. That's the second time the glass has broken itself. Oh, and tell Pepper to have someone clean that up." He turned and headed back up the stairs. He could just fly on over to Stark tower to play with the toys there…

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Clint was busy raiding Tony's fridge when the engineer passed through the kitchen. He glanced over, confused.

"Hey, I thought you were going to the lab," the archer tried to hide the sandwich he was making. Tony glanced over, raised an eyebrow at the terrible deception, and shrugged.

"Yeah, well, the floor is covered in glass so I'm going to the tower. Want to join?" He wasn't unduly upset by the plan change, or by Clint stealing his food. He was just surprised that the agent wasn't busy with some SHIELD business. Clint made a small noise of surprise.

"What did you do this time?"

"Nothing," Tony replied with a shrug, "the contractor just messed up." He glanced out the window. It was a nice day, perhaps he would drive. Nah, like he needed an excuse to use the Iron Man suit.

Coulson walked in, which wasn't usually a good sign for Tony's day. Abruptly the temperature dropped and Clint dropped his sandwich.

"Wow, Tony, way to welcome a guy!" He knew Tony was fond of his practical jokes, but this was a little extreme. You could see their breath fogging in the air! Tony raised his hands with his best innocent face.

"Hey, I didn't do anything! JARVIS, what did you do to the AC?" He turned, frowning at the ceiling. It was a habit a lot of people picked up when talking to the AI.

Coulson had an odd expression on his face, but then it had just dropped thirty degrees when he entered. Clint figured that was probably it. JARVIS made a thoughtful sound (did computers really do that?) and the heaters in the room cranked up.

"There is no problem registering in the air conditioning systems, sir, but I have turned the heaters on to compensate. Running a full system diagnostic now." JARVIS actually sounded puzzled, which Clint hadn't actually heard before. The archer rolled his eyes.

"This house is crazy, Tony. How do you put up with all the flickering lights and the weird noises? Is JARVIS partying without us?"

"I would not do such a thing," the AI cut in. It seemed offended, and Clint figured that he was probably in trouble. It wasn't a good idea to upset the system that ran the house. And if he needed a reminder why… "Shall I add chicken to the shopping list, sir, since Agent Barton has dropped most of it?"

Tony snickered at Clint's obvious discomfort. He didn't actually care about the archer's habit of illicit sandwich making, but it was pretty funny. Coulson cleared his throat, still looking at Tony strangely.

"Do you often have these problems, Mister Stark?" He was speaking like he was investigating, but neither of them could think what. Tony shrugged casually.

"Yeah, it's just JARVIS getting creaky in his old age, I'm going to give him a tune up soon." He waved a hand dismissively. JARVIS was not impressed.

"I assure you sir I am functioning at one hundred percent capacity. There may be a hardware problem that my sensors cannot detect." If it was possible for an AI to sound huffy, JARVIS managed it. Clint pointed an accusing finger at Tony.

"That's another thing too. Your robots keep stealing my stuff. I put my phone down for five minutes and it disappeared!" It had later turned up at the top of the stairs, but since he hadn't found it until after he had stepped on it and fallen, he didn't bother to mention that part. "And they throw things at me!"

Coulson was muttering something to himself as he left, but since he hadn't actually delivered whatever pile of homework he had showed up to assign Tony couldn't force himself to call the guy on it.

He turned his attention instead to Clint and defending the honour of Dummy and the other robots.

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HK: Can you guess? Can you guess? The first person to guess what's going on (or any part of my evil plan really…) wins a free cameo!