It was a peaceful day at Avengers Tower, no nasty supervillains with daddy problems or exploding cities.
At least until Tony Stark ran into the living room.
"What….?" Steve looked up, wondering why dozens of bots were chasing Tony.
"HELP ME! WHY ARE MY OWN MACHINES REBELLING AGAINST ME SAVE ME PEPPEEEEEER!" Tony wailed.
Pepper didn't bat an eyelash. "Tony, I have told you numerous times that I will not be held responsible for your mechanical madness."
The rest of the Avengers just sighed and went back to doing what they were doing before. Finally, they heard a crash from the kitchen and went to investigate. Tony
was lying on the floor, unconscious, and the bots all simultaneously collapsed next to him. Then, Clint saw a wallet lying on the floor.
"Oh my…. You guys, you have to see this…" Clint said, rapidly paling.
Natasha, Steve, Thor, and Bruce gathered around the wallet Clint was holding.
"WHAT?!" Steve screamed.
Then Tony woke. Damn Captain America had some impressive vocal chords! Some of the best Tony ever heard… wait no, his own were better.
"Why is Capsicle over here screaming his head off? And why do all of you look like Fury just came over and started dancing the Macarena?" a bewildered Tony asked.
"YOU'RE ONLY 26?!" Natasha shrieked.
"MAN OF IRON YOU ARE INDEED YOUNG, MOST ON ASGARD ARE AT LEAST 3000 YEARS OLD BEFORE THEY BEGIN ADULTHOOD!" Thor boomed.
Everyone facepalmed.
"Thor, most mortals live to a maximum of about 100 years… we 're not immortal like you." Bruce patiently explained.
"Butbutbutbut… YOU'RE SO YOUNG!" Clint whined.
"Hey… how old were you when that playboy reputation first surfaced?" Bruce asked tentatively.
Tony turned red and sprinted out of the room.
"Jarvis, never ever EVER let anyone know my real age again. EVER."
Just a little idea I had a while ago. Let me know if it's any good!