One
It was another one of those annoying conferences at Stark Towers, and I, Tony Stark am bored out of my mind. I'm not even allowed to drink. Fury is droning on about something. I think it was about how bad we worked together as a team during training. It didn't help that once I lost power in the suit that I became the weakest link. Hulk thought I was a baseball bat and used me to swat away S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and our fellow teammates.
If Spangles, my pet name for Captain America, gets any closer to him, I'd think he was trying to crawl into Fury's pants.
I smirk to myself. Spangles getting into Fury's pants….groan. Now that image is in my head. I rub my eyes trying to get the image of Steve and Fury screwing out of my head.
"Ow!" I shout as Natasha kicks my shin from under the table. She just glares at me, then returns her attention to the one eyed bore.
"Ow?" Whispers Bruce. I just gave him that look that says 'I'll tell you later'.
Stupid Avengers meeting. When is this crap ever going to happen. Yeah, yeah, we saved New York and probably the world, but Skynet isn't taking over the world. I need a drink. My only saving thought from me not smashing my head into this table from boredom. But it may get that image out of my head.
Great, now it's Agent Maria Hill's turn to speak. Even Barton's face palming himself.
"Remember we have a press conference and public meet and greet downstairs tonight. Please thank Tony for the use of Stark Towers." Agent Hill reminded.
"Thank you, Agent. Also remember it's also an open bar." I turned on the charm and waved a little. I needed to go back to my penthouse and change into something less sweaty. I needed a shower too. I really need a drink. I need all of those, but maybe not in that order.
Surprisingly, Agent Hill dismissed us without saying more.