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BUSY

Actively and attentively engaged in work or a pastime

Contrary to what seemed to be popular belief, being a millionaire, huge business owner, superhero, and boyfriend was not all fun and games. In fact, to Tony it seemed to be very, very irritating. Oh, there were defiently perks: having lots of money, kicking villian butt in a badass armor, dating a very beautiful Pepper. But mix them all together and it created a very full schedule. For someone like Tony, that was not very easy. Usually he could manage, but there were those days that seemed the world wanted him to miss everything he had planned. Poor Tony had no way of knowing it was going to be one of those days.

"So Tony, what are you going to remember today?" Pepper Potts asked her boyfriend as that sat together drinking their morning coffee.

"I have a buisness meeting at 9:50, a press conference at 1:15, and a date with a very attractive woman at 6:30," Tony Stark responded as he sipped his suger packed coffee. "Just so we're on the same page, by the way, I don't think I should have to go to that meeting. I own the company. Can't I just cancel the meeting and be done with it?"

"For the last time, no you can't," Pepper told Tony smiling at him. Tony frowned at her.

"See, I think I can. Actually, it'd be incredibly easy. All I have to do is tell Jarvis to send a email out to all the board. They can't disagree," Tony pointed out. He couldn't help but look at Pepper, playfully challenging her to tell him why that wouldn't work.

"But if you did that, I'd feel less inclined to do you any favors tonight," Pepper replied, returning the challenge. She watched, satisfied, as Tony digested her words.

"Humph. Well played Miss Potts. Well played," Tony grumbled, drinking more coffee. Pepper took a sip of her coffee too, celebrating another win against her handsome boyfriend.

2 hours later

Tony sat, bored out of his brilliant mind, in the long and beige room used for meetings. Repainting the room a different (perhaps a bright scarlet) was always on his to-do list, but never seemed to get done. Regardless, Tony was there listening to the board members talk about stocks this, and investments that. Tony caught bits and pieces of the converstation.

"New products... Software... Taxes are going... Mr. Stark... Mr. Stark... Mr. Stark!" Tony jerked in surprise. All eyes were on him, and Tony could not figure out why.

"W-what?" Tony asked. Just then, his question was answered. A loud beep echoed from Tony's pocket. He reached down and pulled out the beeping's orgin. His Avenger's ID card. "One sec, everyone." Tony stood up walked into the hall. "This is Iron Man."

"Tony. It's Steve. We need you down in town right away," Steve told him.

"Aw Steve I'm flattered you guys miss me so much, but I'm in a meeting," Tony said, trying to sound like the meeting was actually intresting.

"Iron Man, we-" His words were cut off be a crash and yelp of pain.

"Steve? Steve! Are you okay? Steve!" Tony yelled frantically.

"Ow... I'm ok. But we really need you here," Steve responded after a moment of tormenting silence.

"I'll be there faster then possibe," Tony promised, all the joking manner leaving his tone. Tony knew the Avengers could usually take care of themselves without too much damage. But, when someone started to actually hurting his team... Let's just say no one injures them without answering to Tony. No one. "Jarvis please alert the board something important requires my attention," Tony instructed the automated butler, "and ready my armor.

30 minutes later

Downtown Manhattan was not as destroyed as Tony had expected. In fact, the chaos was really only in one section. As Iron Man flew towards the battle, he took in what was currently happeing. He couldn't yet see the enemy, but he could see Captan America throwing his shield at something, Hawkeye (on a rooftop) just releashing an arrow, Thor shooting lightning, and Hulk chucking a boulder. Tony could also see that they all were attacking the same place.

"Iron Man to team. What are we facing?"

"It's about time," Tony could hear Clint mutter. Tony choose to ignore that comment.

"It seems to some kind of really big snake that spits poison. Maybe acid," Cap's voice responded over the intercom. "...And Tony? Thanks for coming." Tony grinned at that statement.

Tony landed a couple feet away from Steve. It was the first time he got a good look at the creature. It had a long ash colored body, stubby arms, steel like scales, and a tail made for pummeling. Also, it's mouth was filled with barbed fangs that dripped with a clear and gooey substance.

"Jarvis, begin pre-analaysis of that poison," Tony instructed. He would need a sample for all the data, but he liked to get a head start. "Anything I should know before fighting this thing?" Tony asked, glancing at Steve. The patriotic hero regarded him worridely.

"Yeah. Don't get bit, hit, or constricted."

"Useful," Tony muttered, turning to face the snake. It looked back him with almost contempt. This is how you plan to beat me? It's eyes seemed to ask. With another tiny human in a bright red suit? "Whatever, I have a meeting to get back to." Tony raised his hand, and blasted the creature square in the face. It's grey body flew back into the rubble, writhing furiously. Tony aimed for another blast, but it righted itself and shot left just as the repulsor rang through the city. The creature shot like confetti from a popper at Tony, using it's head as a titanium battering ram. The invincible Iron Man flew like a rag doll across the street into Tio's African Flavors. Aching already, Tony stood up.

"Oh, and it's fast," Steve called to Tony. Before Tony could even think of a good swear word to use on Steve, he was bombarded by a flash of grey. The snake had launched at him, and now was wrapping itself around Tony's torso, squeezing with a crushing force. Red lights flashed across Tony's viewing screen, Jarvis' voice reporting to him in a calm voice all the catostrophic faliures the armor was undergoing. The haze of pain that had been floating in Tony's mind since the first crash was now overpowering. No coherent though passed through his mind. Vaguely, he though he heard his teamates attempting to pry the monster from him. While thought eluded him, he found he could still feel. Feel the jerk as Steve's shield crashed into the slythering fiend. Feel the tiny jarring motions as Black Widow shot the beast with her guns. Feel himself stagger as Clint's arrow exploded. Lastly, he defienetly felt when the Hulk grabbed the snake in one hand and Tony in the other and attempted to rip them apart like one opened a bag of chips. But never did the feeling of force crushing his insides leave. But even that was lost in the next feeling that entered Tony's mind.

Fire. Blinding, white hot. Fire so intense that Tony couldn't understand why his arm hadn't shriveled and fallen off yet. Somehow, the creature had sunk those damn fangs into Tony's arm, through his armor. Whatever the poison was, it was effective.

"J-Jarvis! All power to chest beam!" Tony ground out as desperation cracked his voice.

Yes sir. The Al responded.

"Fire!" The blast was so powerful it cleaved the beast in two. The halves twisted despertly on the ground for a few seconds before slowing to a stop. Tony groaned in relief and sunk to the ground. His arm had felt better the second the fangs exited his flesh. Tony's face plate raised up so he could see the worried faces of his battered team.

"Tony, are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital?" Tony smiled weakly.

"I think I need a nice beer."

1 hour later

According to Jarvis, the poison was not lethel, and only effected the body as long as it was continously pumped into the blood. Tony was still tried (exhausted), weak (probably couldn't lift a cat), and sore (every muscle hurt to move) but he refused to go home and rest.

"I have a press conference at 1:15," the millionare insisted. Everyone was unhappy with the idea withTony leaving before he was properly examined, but Tony wouldn't hear it. He had already skipped out on the meeting, and dreaded what would happen if he missed the press conference too. Leaving the scene, Tony flew off towards Stark Tower.

15 minutes later

As Tony landed on the roof he could already see the angry form of Pepper waiting for him.

"Are you crazy? You can't just leave a meeting without telling anyone! This was a very important meeting and now I have to reschedule it!" Pepper fumed. She had more to say when she noticed Tony wasn't fighting back. He was just standing, staring blankly at the wall. "Tony?" Pepper asked, quieter. She placed a hand on his good arm and said, "Tony are you okay?" Tony blinked at her.

"Huh? Oh... I'm okay. J...just tired," Tony promised Pepper, trying to focus his spinning eyesight. Pepper looked unconvinced. She probably would have said more, but Jarvis cut her off.

Sir, most of the press is here. They are waiting for you in conference hall 8. Tony forced a nod, the simple action feeling like someone had pistol whipped him. Luckily, Tony had always been good at hiding pain.

Throughout the conference, Tony was proud to say he only needed to steady himself 19 times. One or two of those times his security had to discreetly grip Tony's arm to keep him from collapsing. But still.

2 hours later

Finally, finally, they were done. The reporters nodded their goodbyes and thanked him. Tony smiled and waved, perfectly normal. But once the last one had leaved, he collaspsed into a chair. Every noise and viberation was just a dull buzzing in his head. After a minute or so, Tony felt a gentle hand touch his cheek.

"Tony? Can you hear me?" Who was that? Tony tried to focus.

"Pepperr...? Whaa...? Whaz up-p," Tony slurred out. His girlfriend looked him over worriedly.

"You look awful. Were going to a hospital right now," Pepper commanded.

"N...no. I'm fine," Tony wheezed. He began to rise, leaning against the chair for support. Using the chair would have worked on a normal, sturdy chair. But the chairs for the reporters had been simple metal folding chairs. The cheap frame didn't hold Tony up. The chair and Tony toppled sideways into the chair next to it. Tony hit the second chair's metal seat head first. With a last grunt, Tony tumbled off the pile of chairs to the ground, unmoving.

? hours later

"Tony can you hear me?" Tony tried to block out the irratating voice that penattrated through to dark. "Tony? Can you open your eyes? I need you to try," the voice continued. The voice sounded familiar and sweet. It was a voice Tony would cross any world to hear. With an amazing effort, Tony dragged his eye lids upward. Pepper's relieved face filled his swimming vision.

"Hey... Pep..." Tony whispered, his voice much too quiet. As his sight focused and cleared, Tony saw tears of happiness in her eyes. He raised his good hand (the one not covered by a bandage) up to touch Pepper's hair.

"God Tony. Taking a quick break sometimes wont kill you, you know," a different voice said from behind Pepper. Tony looked and saw his team grinning at him. Well Clint, who had just spoken, was more smirking and Natasha looked indifferent, but Steve and Bruce were smiling.

"Clint's right. There's no need to be running yourself into the ground all the time," Steve told him. Tony snorted.

"In my defense, my day wasn't too bad until that stupid snake thing showed up."

"Tony, I'm serious. None of us want, or expect, you to kill yourself. You don't have unlimited strength. You're human," Steve told him. Tony was quiet for a moment, watching as the rest of the Avengers nodded in agreement. Tony felt his face light up.

"Thanks guys. I just don't want to mess everything up." Unsuprisingly, it was Clint who decided to make a joke.

"Well Tony, we all expect you to mess up, so no worries." Tony glowered at the archer.

"I feel so loved."