A/N: ...I have a bit of a theme going currently. Check my other stories for details.

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Living with a bunch of other people makes it hard to keep secrets.

I was surprised that they didn't know by the time they began to arrive, toting bags with clothes, toiletries, and various weapons. Barton, in specific, had two bows and three quivers, along with at least one set of throwing knives. I didn't bother to get a closer look.

As everyone arrived and began unpacking, I spent the majority of my time in my room. Bruce was in the lab, setting up his supplies. Pepper had told everyone to keep away from me for a while, and they respected my wishes.

But I could still hear them.

Steve was arguing with Natasha over the value of pizza. Natasha apparently hated it for some reason, and Steve was yelling at her to give it a try.

"Jarvis, record the next five seconds of audio and play it in the common room for Cap and Widow."

"Certainly, sir."

I take a deep breath. "Both of you are idiots, now SHUT UP!" I scream, trying to keep calm.

I lie back on my bed, reciting equations silently for nearly half an hour. Finally, JARVIS speaks quietly. "Sir, the others invite you to join them for shawarma. I have told them you are too tired, but Dr. Banner has now asked permission to come and see you."

"No," I say, my speech muffled by the pillow.

"Sir, he is coming, despite what I have said. Permission to activate-"

"Yes," I sigh. A minute later, JARVIS speaks again.

"He has passed all defenses, sir. May I mention that he appears to have memorized the schematics?"

I groan, yelling, "Go away! I want to be alone!"

"Tony?"

Bruce opens the door, instantly receiving a pillow to the face. "Tony, are you alright?"

"Leave me alone!" I insist, beginning to sob as I walk toward the bathroom.

"You're autistic, aren't you?" I freeze, turning toward him as he grabs my shoulders firmly. "Let's go, Tony. Lie down. Shh." His calming tone keeps me from punching him as he guides me back to bed. "Do you have a weighted blanket?"

I try to speak, but my throat is raw. Instead, I point to the closet, then up. Bruce understands, and I soon have the fourteen pound blanket over my shivering form.

"I'm going to get some shawarma. I will bring some back for you and put it in the fridge. Do you want anything before I go?"

Water, I sign, hoping he will understand me. Filtered water.

"One minute." I smile faintly as he leaves the room. He knows what I need now. I haven't had a meltdown this bad in years. Afghanistan was the last time anything like this happened. But until the other Avengers get used to my accommodations, I have the feeling that they may become more frequent.

Bruce quickly returns. "Hey," he whispers. "I got your water. We are going to eat there to give you some time alone, but we should be back in about forty minutes. I will tell everyone what you need, especially Steve and Thor. We'll figure this out, won't we?"

That we will, Bruce, I sign. That we will.

This is a double update. These will be drabbles and one-shots, nearly totally unconnected. Updates may be sporadic, as I am now writing five fanfictions because my plot bunnies are in the height of breeding season. Now to get the last one to give me a break already and let me finish the first chapter...You get my point.

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