Teamwork
Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avenger's characters, if I did would I really be here?
Characters Included: Tony Stark, James Rhodes, Justin Hammer, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Nick Fury, Maria Hill (Thor is assumed to be unavailable in Asgard throughout the duration of this fic.)
Rated T, because with Tony there'll be a few not nice words.
The mostly deserted HYDRA base was situation on the top of a snow-covered mountain. There were barely any HYDRA agents left in the large weapons factory, but there were enough to get on SHIELD's radar.
"My thermal scans are picking up more than a few, Baldie." Tony called to Fury from behind him, holding a StarkPad in his hand while he used the other to type on it.
"Will that be a problem, Stark?" Nick turned around, eyeing the billionaire annoyedly after the Baldie comment.
Tony rolled his eyes, "We'll clean up your little puddle." He turned back around to find Clint and Natasha shaking their heads in disappointment.
Never anger Fury, it doesn't get you anywhere. They warned him silently.
Tony shrugged at the assassins, then noticed that Bruce was absent from the group.
"Spangles, did you scare away Big-Green?" Tony asked, looking around for his ScienceBro.
"Your jabs at Fury probably did that themselves." Steve mumbled to him, not loud enough for Fury to hear.
Tony looked angry for a second, then possibly slightly apologetic before heading down the helicarrier's hallway towards the lab.
He peered into the doorway, stepping into the lab as he did. "We're about to go attack HYDRA, and you're still trying to get that thing to work." He motioned to the machine in Bruce's working hands.
"This thing could be the first step to remodeling Fury's main database into something more portable, and therefore more stealthy. If you were trying to get on his good side, maybe you'd be helping." Bruce suggested, poking around inside the device with a screwdriver.
"Ass-kissing isn't really my style, unlike Cap." Tony said, sliding across the room on a stool with wheels. "Honestly, he's done everything except put Fury on the front page of a magazine."
"Again with the style thing? Don't let Cap here you say-…" Bruce stopped when he noticed Steve standing in the doorway.
"Helicarrier's parked, we're leaving momentarily. Stark, get your suit." Steve didn't mention anything about what he'd overheard. Damn you, Stark. You're always bringing up the stupidest possible stuff before missions. He thought to himself, grabbing his shield and tying his parachute around his chest.
Clint and Natasha also grabbed parachutes, at the same time equipping themselves with weapons and quivers.
In the assembly room, Steve was unusually silent and angry, tossing things around a bit insanely when he couldn't find his glove.
"Sorry." Bruce said apologetically, feeling terrible that Steve had overheard that discussion, even though it was mostly Tony's fault.
"You didn't do anything, Bruce." Steve said simply, strapping his shield to his back.
"I'm not apologizing, it's the truth. You kiss Fury's ass constantly! Asking if there are any other missions we could help on, offering to do anything and everything the Patch could ever want." Tony said with a complaining tone, earning a confused gaze from Clint.
"The Patch?" Clint asked, perplexed.
"Fury, Patch, get it? No?" Tony explained annoyedly. "I thought it was clever."
"What you said before wasn't true. What I said was. Everything is a joke to you." Steve told him angrily. "Why are you even on this team anyway."
Tony stood his ground in shock. He knew he'd gone too far, but was Cap kicking him off the team?
"I was beginning to wonder the same damn thing." Was the last thing Tony said before pressing a button on his wristwatch to summon his armor. It assembled around him as he fled down the hallway, then continued to shove opened a hatch door, fly out, and close it behind him.
"Where the hell does Stark think he's going?" Fury yelled through their set of commlinks.
"Not joining us for this outing, apparently." Natasha said with venom in her voice, grabbing her electrical knives.
"It's fine, we don't need him." Steve told Fury, pulling his parachute cords tight.
"Just get the base cleaned out, then I'll worry about your playdate gone wrong." Fury said, then his line went dead.
"Smooth, Rogers." Natasha said, glaring at the Captain.
"You heard Fury, take care of this, then we can argue." Steve repeated Fury's instructions.
They leapt from the helicarrier and down to the base, one turning very green during his exit from said helicarrier. The others had a slower descent, using their parachutes to guide them towards the base's entrance.
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