First fanfic ever I'm pretty nervous about this but hope people like it. Please review with what you think. I don't own the avengers, only my OC Miri who isn't even in this chapter.
Tony Stark lay on his couch, staring at the glass ceiling and ignoring the bustle around him. Since Loki had returned to Asgard with his brother, things had been pretty quiet around the Avenger Tower—as quiet as things get with the Earths most powerful people living in one building. Tony was still in his Iron Man suit, the helmet retracted but the stiff metal neck of the armour keeping his head several inches off of the couch.
Natasha Romanoff strode in, scarlett curls bouncing. Since the alien attack, she had let her hair grow down to a few inches above her elbows.
"Wake up," she snapped. Tony jerked to attention and rolled off the couch. "Wha—whasgoinon?"
"Fury wants to see you—us. Now."
He pushed himself up, the suit creaking and groaning. "What about capsicle?"
Natasha strode past the black leather couch. "I've got Banner, you get Rogers."
"Whatever you say, Your Highness," he mumbled under his breath, just soft enough for Natasha not to hear him. He stretched and yawned and made off towards Steve's room.
Natasha heard Tony mumbling about her under his breath and refrained smacking him only because she didn't really mind the 'Your Highness' part. She normally was pretty rough with her wake up calls, but she always treaded carefully around Bruce Banner in the mornings. He was always temperamental before 10 in the morning.
"Bruce," she called softly. "Bruce."
He woke suddenly, jerking up to a sitting position, eyes wide open and flaring bright green before subsiding to their usual brown.
"Sorry for waking you, doctor. Fury needs us."
I have prepared your coffee, sir, came Jarvis's cool voice. Bruce ran a hand through his brown-almost-black hair and got to his feet stretching. "What is it?"
"Not sure, but he sounded nervous."
"Stark?"
"Waking up Captain."
Bruce nodded and rolled out of his bed noticing for the first time that his blankets were in a tangled mess on the ground. His eyes had shadows underneath them, as if he'd barely slept at all. Natasha pretended not to notice and left the room respectfully, leaving Bruce staring at the mirror and rubbing his neck, which was a mixture of flesh and Amazon green.