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To say Coulson's day was about to turn around is an understatement. He spilt coffee on his tie in the morning. He had to deal with yet another false alarm on whether the new alien device they had recently found in the pacific ocean was going to blow up the world. Oh, he was just informed that Fantastic Four of all people just had to come to mess with that by the way. If it wasn't going to explode before, it probably will now. Also, someone took his sandwich from the locked fridge he kept hidden inside his own office. He suspects more than one person was involved in that. Now, though, it's noon and he gets called in to help with a last minute what should have been easy bag-and-grab. Oh, yeah, the reason it's turning around. His day is severely turning around because the mission was botched by the one and only Avengers and Coulson happened to recently have acquired a new Captain America trading card. Still unsigned.
Then and again, when he enters interrogation observation room six, he sees a group of people who do not seem to be be at their happiest. Barton and Romanoff are, sulkingly, sitting by each other in one corner. The almighty God of Thunder is twirling his hammer in the middle of the room with a slightly perturbed look on his face and Banner is sitting on a chair by the observation mirror, keeping one eye on some metal cylinder in his hand and one eye on...some kid in the interrogation room?
**********************Eight Hours Ago**********************
Tony would really prefer it if he could take his seat belt off or, possibly, the chain connecting his poor wrist to a not-suspicious-at-all hook on the side of the limo's super cozy chair. He would attempt to again vote for it's removal but apparently he doesn't get a vote in this situation.
Dr. Whatever is staring at him again. It's official. It does get worse than his smile. His stare is like...being stared at by a really creepy, old dude in an expensive to the point of looking cheap pair of sunglasses that he for some reason had put on as soon as he got into the limo. Okay, it's probably in case there's a second little cylinder that in Tony's other pocket.
"So," Tony starts. "I'll turn on some jams and you can have the first turn at sticking your head out the sunroof."
The doctor continues with his stare for another moment.
"Your flighty sarcasm in response to be putting in a situation much too far, what is the saying, over your head only re enforces that your height matches your maturity level." German tells him. Tony almost wishes he had a tissue, the guys voice is so nasally.
"So that's a no to sunroof?" Tony asks innocently.
"Let's just hope, for your sake, that your intelligence far exceeds that of the last man who was too smart for his own sake. Well, smart and loyal." The man reaches under the chair of his own side of the limo and pulls out a black rectangle. He lifts it out to Tony who reaches out to get it with his chained hand which is stopped with about a foot to go to the rectangle.
"Whoops. I think my leash needs to be loosened a little bit." Tony tells him.
"I can make this situation very painful for you." The man simply answers back.
Tony gulps and takes the black rectangle from with his free hand because he is one of the many human beings that doesn't enjoy pain.
He runs his hands over the smooth exterior, looking for some hint of what he's supposed to be doing with it because the doctor certainly didn't seem to be giving anything away. It doesn't take him long to find a little button on it's side. Like all sane, intelligent people in history, he presses the button.
The rectangle springs open to reveal itself to be a laptop. A very sleek and pretty, if Tony might say, laptop.
"Woah." Is all Tony can get out. This laptop is way beyond his no-pay grade. This laptop is way beyond his centuries markets. Point blank. If Tony had wanted to get his hands on anything like this before, provided this is a fantastic situation where Tony was amazingly rich, he would have to have built it himself.
The wonderful screen powers up with a wonderful whooshing sound that temporarily distracts Tony from the great big pile of mess he's stuck in.
That is, it distracts him till the big pile of mess decides to fake cough to get back Tony's attention.
"All I require from you is simple." Doctor Terrible starts.
Tony really wants to say something along the lines of him needing a least one person to friend him on Facebook but he's pretty sure that would lead to another threat of violence so he stays silent.
"You simple need to get into this laptop." The Doctor continues.
Tony looks down to the laptop. It's screen has a glowing green box in the center with the glowing word Password above it.
"Well, what's the password? You see, you just have to enter it into this little box then pop. You're in." Tony tells the man.
"Let us just say that I've... forgotten it myself. I've had all my best men trying to crack in to it for months but you, though, you know what the password is. Don't you, boy?"
It takes a moment for the words to hit Tony. He had kind of been daydreaming about marrying the laptop in his hands.
"What?" Tony actually laughs out. "Okay, this is a joke. Right?"
"Do you consider this to be humorous?" The man asks.
"I'm going to leave out a comment about your accent for a second because there is no possible way I'd know the password to this. I've never seen it in my life." Tony says bluntly. The dudes clearly got the wrong guy here.
"You're a very intelligent child, Anthony. Not gifted, I'll give you that. You were never given anything at all." The man says and Tony suddenly feels an urge to punch him in the face. "One thing I'm very sure of, though, is that you have seen this laptop. You are the last one alive who knows how to access it. You just don't quite remember yet. Anyhow, I'm sure that problem can be relieved in one way or another."
"I would remember this beau," Tony is cut off by the limo jerking to a stop. Dr. Whatever takes his phone out of his pocket and presses speed dial two.
"Send in the backup unit." He tells whomever is on the other end of the line. "We have company."
The limo shakes slightly and it's obvious that something is going on outside the apparently soundproof, ultra darkened windows.
"This will just take a moment. SHIELD agents just aren't up to the same strict standards of Hydra anymore. It really takes some of the joy out of it." The man complains.
Tony wasn't quite sure how to respond to that and feels himself reaching into his pocket despite himself. SHIELD and Hydra are ringing enough bells in his head from his computer exploits to know that he isn't too fond about having any tea parties with either. An explosion that gets through even whatever this limos packing in the everything proofing has Tony really wishing his hand wasn't chained to the limo right now.
The doctor finally seems to be showing a slight amount of concern for the situation and takes out his phone again. He presses the familiar button two and waits for someone to answer. That someone doesn't.
The left limo door shakes. It's gonna give any second now.
"Well, this has been fun." Tony says in his best totally not freaking out tone cause he's totally not freaking out. The doctor's expression isn't helping him.
"You will have about twenty more seconds after I leave before the limo's systems will go completely down. Don't say I, at least, never gave you anything." The doctor says. The man adds a word in German that Tony guesses is not child appropriate and not so gracefully tears the laptop out of Tony's hand and flings himself against the other door. A couple of seconds later, he's out of the door with one last almost regretful look at Tony. It wasn't exactly as much the oh-I'm-leaving-my-good-friend-here-to-probably-be-eaten look as the I-really-don't-want-to-leave-this-bag-of-money-behind-but-the-getaway-car's-full look. Tony gets one short look at the chaos in the street before the door is slammed shut and the door seems to lock again. Was that a bullet or an arrow?
"What?" He shouts after the doctor. "He just left me chained to the inside of a locked limo during a gunfight."
Tony pulls at the chain desperately. During his one sided struggle, a glint on the floor catches his eye. A key.
He scrambles down and grabs it. His hands are shaking enough that it takes him three tries to get the key into the lock. By the end of the third try it's done, though, and he's free. Okay, not free. He's working on that next.
Seeing no better option, he follows in the footsteps of his recent best friend doctor and tries the opposite door handle. It's unlocked from the inside. After another second, or five, of gathering the guts he slams open the door. As soon as the darkness of the night hits him, he's flying. Then he hits a wall. A big, blue and red wall. Tony curses today's luck at finding himself on the concrete for the second time today.
"Are you okay, son?" The figure asks. Tony considers actually getting his act together enough to respond when he hears a familiar beep. Not wanting to have a hole burned through his jacket and, oh, his entire body he rips the device he had been carrying from his pocket, sparing no thought for the shreds he left his pocket as.
Blaring lights and sounds surrounding him again. This one might be even worse than the one before in the way that it's like ten times better. Tony's decided to curse his own awesome skill this time instead of his terrible luck.
Something really cold pricks his arm. Then, it's really warm or maybe it's still cold. Tony can't particularly tell at this point and actually doesn't really care to because, man, his eyes are heavy.
*****************Present************************************************
Clint "Hawkeye" Barton walks into Interrogation room six. To says he's not so happy about losing Doctor Albretch because someone set off a flash grenade or whatever Bruce was explaining on the ride back to base is an understatement. He's especially not happy because that someone is apparently a kid that he now has to interrogate. If Hydra's starting to recruit kids now, he swears he's gonna shove an arrow up their butts. It would be pretty easy to because no matter how many heads they have there's only one,"
Clint's thought is interrupted by the kid in question.
"I can totally explain." The kid tells him.