A/N I do not own any of the characters or their original stories. I'm looking for a beta reader!
"Open the goddamn door!" a deep voice shouted from behind the glass wall in Tony's workshop. Tony sighed deeply and rose from the floor with a loud groan. He had been sitting on his knees for way too long. The figure at the other side of the glass started pounding on the door. "I know you are there Tony, open this thing! I need you, NOW!" Tony Start frowned in irritation. That man was seriously insufferable, making such a ruckus in HIS house on a time like this. "I'm coming! Sheesh ease it up old man! JARVIS! Open the door will ya." "Right away, sir" JARVIS said in his monotone voice and the door clicked open to reveal a very agitated director Fury.
Tony smirked his trademark smile "well well, what a delightful visitor, I'm honored." "Cut the crap Stark, I don't have time for your games" Nick snapped while striding into the lab. DUM-E beeped questioningly and quickly rolled out of the way, knocking over a pile of what looked like discarded steel plates. The billionaire glared at his clumsy robot, but before he could chide the machine his thoughts were interrupted by director Fury once again. "Tony, I need you upstairs, the rest is awake already."
The genius moved his glare from DUM-E to the man with the eye patch and made a mental note to never open the door to that pain in the behind again. "I don't WANT to come upstairs, I was working. You know…doing genius stuff and inventing things. So leave me alone and stop pestering my housemates. They need their beauty sleep so you can play with them tomorrow, or actually later today." He had just turned his back to the director to get back to work when the dark man slammed his fist on the workbench. "Damn it Tony! I said cut the crap! Upstairs, NOW!" "But Niiiiiiiiiick I was just putting together this plasma accelerator so I could calibrate it wi…" Tony Stark cut his whining mid-sentence when he caught the murdering looks Fury was shooting at him. "Allright I'm coming, sheesh…"
The billionaire wiped his hands to a piece of cloth and threw some design drawings in a box under the bench. "JARVIS, start analysis of the plasma accelerator, we'll do the calibration later. And you" he turned warningly towards a very timid DUM-E "are not getting ANYWHERE near the dust generator, understood? One more time finding my lab covered in bicarbonate and I'll sell you to the nearest fair as a ride for the children." Dum-E beeped sadly and rolled over to a corner. Tony plastered on his winning smile and walked to the door. "After you" he said gallantly. Fury huffed and stalked out of the workshop. "About time…" Tony rolled his eyes and his grin widened. Pissing off Fury was always a good source of entertainment.
~A~
A soft murmur of voices was heard when Tony entered the living room. Thor, Clint, Natasha and Steve were gathered around one of the sofas and Bruce just came out of the kitchen with a towel and a bowl of water. Tony shot him a questioning look, but the other scientist was too busy worrying about whatever that he didn't notice. Several S.H.I.E.L.D agents were scattered throughout the room, their gaze fixed at the sofa where the others had gathered. Stark frowned, was anyone injured? But all his teammates seemed to be okay, so what the hell did they need him for? Fury walked straight to the sofa and knelt down. The dark-haired genious quickly followed him, irritated that his teammates were blocking the view.
Finally Steve noticed Tony and beckoned him closer. "Hurry Tony, we really don't know what to do. Even Dr. Banner is clueless as to how to cure this." The blonde man's eyes were wide with worry and his face was pale. Tony quickly shook off his own unease and shoved Natasha and Thor aside. "If you keep surrounding whoever is on the couch like friggin' mother hens I'll never be able to figure out what's wrong. I need some data to work with now get lost!" he snapped, sounding harsher than he intended to hide his concern. Everyone quickly did some steps back and finally gave Tony a good look at the person on the sofa. Or actually persons.
