Hi! This is my new story!

The timeline is sometime(probably a couple of months later)after the movie Avengers and this chapter is all I've written but I have at least half-assed plans for the coming chapters. But I am posting this so that I can see if it is good enough to continue or not and I am definitely gonna need your help with some ideas and inputs in it. Also, I should probably mention that there might be a lot of Hurt!Tony because I am just that kinda person.

Disclaimer:I do not own the Avengers or the poem If(on which this story is kinda based on). They both belong to their respective owners.

CHAPTER-1

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you

The day started out pretty normal. The steadily brightening blue sky was tinged with a pinkish red near the horizon that was mostly blocked by tall skyscrapers and buildings that cluttered New York when Tony Stark closed the curtains of his bedroom after a long night in his workshop.

He had been working on his new designs of the Widow's Bites, Clint's explosive and poisonous arrows, trying to find the most suitable fibre for Bruce's stretchy pants and thinking about what to give Steve(probably an honest-to-America's flag-colored suit made from Cuben Fibre) and Thor(What the hell was he supposed to give a frigging God of Thunder?).

Tony shook his head to stop it from start racing again. After working non-stop for more than 48 hours he had finally managed to make his always-working-genius-head to slow down a little so that he could get some much-needed sleep. No good in letting his head race again. He stumbled to his bed tiredly with his hand shielding his eyes from the sunlight that filtered through his tinted windows.

After a muttered command to Jarvis to close the curtains he climbed onto his bed and pulled the sheets up to his neck. Then slowly slipped into a deep slumber soon after his head hit the pillow and wasn't disturbed for a long time—or as long as the world could keep itself from falling into trouble.

He came to his senses painfully slowly with his heart pounding in his chest in a very hurtful pace. He was breathing hard and drenched in sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead and his clothes to his body. As he tried to even out his fast breathing and the painful pounding of his heart, the nightmare that caused this reaction was already forgotten in his panic, he registered the pounding coming right outside his door.

Someone was trying to break it down and was soon going to be successful, by the looks of it. He scrambled out of the bed and stumbled, almost going down head first but was saved by his sheets. One of his hands and legs each were tangled so badly that it didn't let go until he struggled against it. Finally free of his slightly wet sheets, he scrambled to his feet and headed in the direction of the pounding, trying his best to ignore the way his head pounded along with it.

Through the insistent pounding in his head, he also noticed alarms blaring from the small speakers installed in the walls of the room.

He reached his hand to grasp the doorknob but it was too late. The hinges gave out with a mighty groan and the lock came free from the wall, bringing some plaster and pieces of the wall with it.

"Whoa!"

He skidded back to get out of the way as the door flew through the air and impaled the curtained windows on the other side of the room. Fortunately, he had ducked right on time and the flying object missed his precious—read, genius—head by only a few inches. All traces of sleep now completely swept away, he turned to the place where the door had been with wide eyes after a quick glance at the door that somehow stayed dangling from his impaled window with the help of the curtains.

Only to be strangled by a big—seriously, gigantic—hand that lifted him a few inches off the floor quite easily. It was someone very tall and very blond. As his eyes focused, he was more than a little taken aback to find that it was Thor. His hands instinctively clawed at Thor's hand, wanting to be freed. He gasped out urgently with some difficulty when the grip was loosened a tiny fraction.

"Use your words, buddy."

His voice sounded hoarse and dry to his own ears. His heart started to thump even more uncomfortably as the pounding in his head became more profound thanks to the alarms still blaring all around them.

"How dare you?!"

Thor snarled right in his face, rage clearly visible in his swirling blue eyes.

"What'd I do?"

Tony questioned urgently as panic started to cloud his mind. His thoughts started racing, trying to find what he'd done to upset the guy. He got so caught up in his anxious thoughts that he didn't notice the god's grip on his throat loosening further. As his feet touched the ground, he snapped out of it and breathed in a good amount of air and coughed a few times to clear his throat.

When he looked up, still panting, Thor was standing in the door-less entry to his room, hammer clutched in one hand and the other hand in a fist, the knuckles of both his hands white due to their tightness.

"Follow me."

Thor said in a clipped tone through gritted teeth, his eyes hard. And so he did. Thor raced through the halls and down the stairs—when the elevator seemed like it would take ages to come up—and burst into the Avengers floor's living room. Tony wordlessly followed with his heart and head still pounding in his ears. The sound of the alarms eventually died down as the door closed behind him.

The good captain paced the length of the room with frustration gracing his features. Clint and Natasha sat on the couch in the center of the room, looking for all the world like they were completely made out of stone. Bruce leaned on the arm of another smaller couch that was adjacent to the previous one with his hair standing up in all directions. Like he had been constantly running his fingers through them.

They all looked in Tony's direction as he and Thor made their way to where they all were. Steve looked straight angry and Bruce was frowning with a curious look in his eyes. Natasha just stared at him completely emotionless but for the way her eyes squinted slightly in a barely readable frown. Clint's eyes showed confusion and some amount of hostility toward Tony(but why, Tony didn't have a damn clue).

"Alright now, will someone explain to me what in the name of hell is going on?"

Tony asked a little defensively after clearing his throat and added before any of them could answer his question.

"Also, why did the god of thunder just try to strangle me to death with his bare hands?"

"Where the hell were you?! It's been like a couple of hours since the alarms went off and Fury had to finish debriefing without you."

"I was sleeping."

Tony replied a bit defensively.

"That's why he strangled me?! Just cause I missed Mr Pirate on TV?!"

Tony asked in an exasperated tone while pointing at Thor, clearly enraged.

"No! That's not why. And just so you know, no one told him to strangle you."

Steve answered leveling a pointed glare at Thor. The god in question just shrugged and replied in a clipped tone.

"I was overcome with rage. If it weren't for his tardiness, such a dire situation could have been avoided."

"Is someone even planning on explaining to me what the freaking hell is going on?"

Tony bit out his teeth loudly.

Steve turned to him with a critical look in his eyes and opened his mouth.

As Tony glared at him, the sound of shattering glass erupted from the glass windows that covered one side of the room and everyone(except Tony)turned toward the source of the sound with shock written on their faces.

Quite suddenly all the color leached out of Tony's already pale face and he sucked in a sharp breath.

So how was it?

I need input, guys. Please tell me any thoughts you have on this chapter so that I can write the story accordingly. Also, I haven't started other chapters so unless I get any response I won't continue further. I warmly welcome any plot ideas or detail pointers or something like that.

All you have to do is hit that 'review' button and say a few words about your thoughts on this chapter. I would like to warn you though that if you say something too critical and cold like 'This sucked worse than a leach', I might get upset and hit the delete for this story.

Now that the explaining is all done, Bye!