Huh, it seems you all like this idea, and want a story.
I'm already creating the story board and what will happen and so on, there is one tiny thing i want to know- do you want Loki added in this story?
Now, if i DO add Loki, he won't have a major part, nor would he have a minor part, if that makes sence.
Just...do you want an appearence for him?
Tony Stark was many things, arrogant, stuck up, rather cocky of himself, but one thing he wasn't, was blind.
So, after the rest of the 'gang' returned to the Avengers Tower, he wasn't oblivious to the stares they gave him when they thought he wasn't looking.
Did Fury rant on about him, because he was stuck fixing his armor from the last battle? Even if his armor was fixed, he still probably would have ignored Fury's call and sat back in the lab, tinkering on a toaster Thor had managed to melt…again.
But as he walked around the kitchen, scanning the shelves for any sort of food to help him create a sandwich, part of his mind took count of how quiet the room got from what he previously heard in the hallway.
He grabbed a small packet of cold cuts before taking the desired slices of bread and pretending to be occupied as he briefly watched them out of the corner of his eyes, wondering why they suddenly seemed so paranoid.
Once spreading the appropriate amount of sliced turkey did Tony look up again, briefly meeting Clint's eyes, who looked down once more, he didn't miss the way Clint's hand moved ever so slightly towards his back, where Tony suspected he and Natasha hid guns.
As for a glance would impose such threat that a gun needed to be involved confused Tony.
So- he decided to push it.
He grabbed his plate with the sandwich and walked over, hopping the back of the couch while setting his feet up on the coffee table, eyebrows lifting questioningly while Clint and Steve tensed suddenly.
"…Get your feet off the table, Stark." Natasha scowled, Tony rolling his eyes at her before taking an exaggerated bite and keeping his feet firmly on the table.
Bruce had given a small sigh of relief, obviously one that Tony was not supposed to hear. It wasn't something that concerned him, but it obviously led to confusion once again.
"So, what did old Nicky want this time?" Tony smirked, smile faltering slightly as he noticed the slightly fearful faces.
"Whoa whoa- Loki didn't escape, right? I really don't want to deal with him again." Tony groaned, plate abandoned on the table as he collapsed back into the couch, pillows muffling his impact.
"Nay, Friend Stark, my brother has not escaped." Thor boomed back, trying his best to sound normal, but by the way, Tony's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew it was hopeless.
"So why does it look like you all just ran over a puppy?" Tony asked, eyebrows lifting as he glanced at everyone, eyes resting on a scowling Natasha.
"You have a morbid imagination, Stark. Fury wanted us to go over recent events and property damage relating to our last battle." She sighed, and Clint snorted on her other side.
"Hey- in my defense those aliens were tough!"
"They were two feet tall, Stark." Clint muttered, causing Natasha to smirk victorious as Tony grumbled and grabbed the empty plate, walking towards the dishwasher.
"So why were you there, Big Green? You weren't there during the battle." Tony pointed out, noticing the way Bruce stiffened, and how the others gave a pointed look.
"I- err, Fury wanted me to find out how those aliens were able to eat metal, turns out they just have really strong teeth." He gave a weak laugh, rubbing the back of his head at the base of his neck.
Liar- "So is it something I can add to the suit? Teeth dust?" Tony grinned, noticing how Bruce relaxed, thinking he hadn't caught his obvious lie.
"I don't think so, once separated it's too fragile to hold up on its own before crumbling." Bruce sighed, Tony giving a fake frustrated sigh before hopping over, Steve ignoring his eye.
"Did you repair your suit from the attack?" Natasha asked, and Tony sighed.
"I practically had to make a new one- it's not like I can just fix an entire leg." He nodded, holding up a mug of coffee to show the others before making his way towards the stairs to his underground lab.
"I'm building; don't bug me unless it's been three days or something's on fire." Tony called back, ignoring Bruce's sound of protest on how 'three day's isn't healthy Tony!' and walked down the stairs, door automatically swinging open before he had to punch in a code.
Walking in and spinning around on his stool he glanced at the many clean topped counters before dragging his hand over the surface, holograms glowing into existence, but he hesitated, just about to bring up the blueprints for the damage his suit had taken- trying to figure out a way to control the suit without access to his left leg.
"…Jarvis, bring up live feed from the living room." Tony commanded at once, taking a sip of coffee as Jarvis responded, bringing up the camera feed.
Tony watched with a sight frown, as the group was silent, before muted lips began to move on Natasha, eyes slightly downcast.
"Jarvis- sound." Tony nodded, taking another sip.
"-d for him."
"You heard Fury; he may be out of his mind."
"But he has shown no signs!" Thor boomed, Tony wincing and Jarvis turning down the sound from the single statement.
"Are they talking about Reindeer Games, Jarvis?" Tony frowned, confused as to why he wouldn't be included with the conversation.
"Inconclusive, Sir. "
"Perfect." Tony sighed, kicking back to watch the tense group continue with their conversation.
"Doesn't mean he can't snap." Clint had muttered under his breath, eyes briefly flickering up towards the camera before freezing with a wide-eyed look.
"Shit- Tasha, there's Jarvis!" Clint cursed, jumping to his feet in alarm, causing Tony to spin around, grabbing something to help with his 'fixing' of the toaster.
"Jarvis, can you tell us if Stark has an open Video feed of us all?" Bruce asked, and Tony spun around, alarmed.
"Don't you dare, Jarvis!" He threatened, and Jarvis seemed to hesitate before answering.
"My apologize, Dr. Banner. Mr. Stark is currently repairing a toaster Mr. Odinson managed to melt. Shall I send a message to him?"
"No- that's fine Jarvis. Thanks." Bruce sighed, looking away in relief, just as Tony let out a matching sigh.
"Thanks Jarvis, you're the best."
"You're welcome, Sir."
x-(X)-x
"A little help here!" Tony shouted through the coms, twisting in the air to avoid the intent robots that chased his heels.
Static came through on the intercom before the fizzled voice of Steve answered his shout- 'We're a little busy here, Stark!' leaving him to his own panicked thoughts.
Well, not too panicked.
"Jarvis! How close are they?" He shouted, twisting to the left to avoid a sudden street sign which close lined one of his following friends.
"My scanners indicate there are at least six tracking you."
'How are they keeping up?" He shouted back, twisting and turning the other way two collided in a small fiery explosion, which sent off quite a few car alarms.
"The four remaining drones are equipped with scanning technology, as my sensors indicate. They seem to have a tracking guidance system, Sir."
"Any chance of scrambling the heat signature?" He grit out from between his teeth as he twisted, loosing another one in the side of a building, almost groaning as two more joined the fray, creating the original six once more.
"Negative, Sir. They seem to be using a visually lock on to your form."
"Shit! A visual lock? Only I use those! Crap!"
"Incoming projectile on your left side."
"I know!" Tony shouted, turning suddenly and letting the released missile slam into one of the robots, sending it flying back into the others with a large plume of rancid black smoke. Only three of the annoying little robots dared to follow through.
"Catch me if you can, soup cans!" Tony snickered, shooting up into the air while releasing a few rounds of bullets, which scraped the two, but jabbed deeply into the third, causing it to smoke and plummet quickly towards the ground below.
"Stark!"
"What do you want, Cap? I'm in the middle of something." Tony gritted through his teeth, watching as the clouds steadily grew closer and closer.
"There's an incoming giant of a robot-"
"How big?" Tony grunted out, noticing several displays that showed where the altitude was harming his already hurt suit.
"Helicopter size."
"On my way." Tony sighed, flaring out wings before turning and diving in a free fall, shooting past the two drones, which turned to follow him again.
He grit his teeth, briefly seeing Thor near another rooftop, sending drones flying with each swipe of his hammer, Natasha below, shooting in sync with Clint, whose many arrows stuck out of enemy visors.
Tony did see the giant machine that Steve was talking about, slightly larger than a helicopter, the body a mix between a hippo and a spider, gears and pipes creating rusty pipes while large headlights glowed a creepy red to mimic eyes.
"Oh- that's the big deal." Tony muttered the thing turning and letting out a roar in his general direction, thick black exhaust blew from the pipes in its teeth, muffling its head for a moment before it cleared, glaring and starting to lift one of its eight legs.
"Jarvis! Are there any weak points?" Tony shouted, dodging left while the fat rusty leg took a swipe at him.
"Scans are inconclusive, Sir."
"Fine! Take them when I get closer!" He shouted, blasting forward and across the things back, taking a few test shots over the outer shell of the thing, avoiding the legs as it stomped in anger as he managed to tweak a few pipes and gears from its back.
"Stark, get back! Your attack isn't working!" Steve shouted, and Tony scoffed inside his suit, Steve thought he was attacking? That was preposterous.
"I see that, Cap." Tony grunted back, swerving left to avoid clamping gears and pipes that made up the monsters mouth.
"Regroup! We need a plan!"
"I've got a plan! Attack!" Tony immediately responded, eyes flickering over the screens that the close up scans had shown for the giant.
"Okay- hollow inside, furnace located in the chest and skull- what? Only three locks holding the legs in place?" Tony scoffed, changing direction and quickly firing a blast at one of its eight legs. The beast groaned, turning and glaring with red eyes as more smoke poured from its mouth.
"Stark!"
"I've got this!" He shouted back, opening the feed to all of his teammates before firing one more at the same leg, allowing the blast to snap the joint next to the body before he blasted down, grabbing the leg, itself before it had enough momentum to collapse.
"Sir, power levels are not high enough for a continues hold."
"Can we leech from this thing?" Tony grunted back, trying to pull himself back up the uneven ground of the monsters constantly moving and shifting back.
"Of course, Sir. Connection must be created at the nearest platform."
"Getting there, Jarvis." Tony grunted, metal of its severed leg caving in as his hands dug in harder for a better grip, and slowly he dragged a foot up, advancing up the back of the thing.
He briefly noticed other smaller drones, and how the ones that had been chasing him were shot down, but now, dragging a gigantic leg up the side of rusty bolts and glue seemed incredibly hard.
"Jarvis- can you redirect the thrusters into suction?" He grunted, taking another step backwards and dragging the leg with a loud shrieking noise.
"Negative sir, the thrusters would not be able to handle the stress."
"Perfect-"He gasped, feet digging in harder as the beast shifted, spinning to try and throw him off.
"If I may suggest so, Sir. Perhaps you should use the attachment as a form of traction?"
Tony could have hit himself for his stupidity.
He turned, grabbing the leg further down and throwing it up, grinning under the helmet as the sharp tip of the leg pierced the thick armor of rust and corroding copper. The beast howled, steam and smoke bursting out of its mouth, severed leg stump, and the hole in its back.
"Stark! What are you doing?"
"Climbing this thing!" Tony shouted back, gaining a few feet before ripping the leg out with a loud grinding noise, spare parts flying through the air before he slammed it back into its back, causing it to screech even louder as the leg sunk in deeper, leaving enough room for him to climb onto a flat area of its back.
"Jarvis! Start the power absorption!" Tony shouted, small electrodes snapping off from his feet and attaching to the behemoth, electricity trailing up its length before it started into his suit.
"Power at 69% and climbing, Sir."
"Leave it on the screen!" Tony shouted, pulling up on the leg and jamming it in even further into the same hole, causing the monster to create an even louder screech, its legs giving out as it collapsed onto the ground, legs spread out, twitching, and stump flailing madly as Tony gritted his teeth, and forced the appendage deeper into its back.
"Sir, scans suggest that you have punctured the creature's central furnace system. Energy absorption is a negative, Sir."
"How much is already drained?" Tony grunted, now trying to hold the leg steady as the best twisted and trembled on the ground.
"My sources indicate near 67% of power has been drained. Remaining energy is depleting rapidly. Sensors indicate molten metal rising, Sir."
Tony barely managed to start his thrusters before melting slag poured out of the gashes on its side. With a quick yank upward, the leg was pulled free, glowing orange with heat before he slammed it through the monster's head, its jaw dropping and more of the molten slag pouring out from the furnace in its head. The air filled with a horrible wet dripping noise and the smell of burning plastic and smoke.
Tony flipped off the monster, looking at his handiwork before looking at his team, drones on the ground all around. He looked at each of them, stony faced or simply ignoring him all together. Bruce had shifted back, wearing his emergency stash of clothing that he always seemed to re-supply, and Thor was frowning, gently prodding a drone with his boot.
"…I got it." Tony briefly stated, trying to break the ice as he flicked his visor open, preferring to hear their voices not through a com. Link.
"Man of Iron, was the stabbing of the beast necessary?" Thor grumbled, and now Tony realized why they weren't looking at him, the corpse of the metal contraption was still behind him.
"Hey- we didn't want it on rampage, right?" He defended, crossing his arms and scowling slightly as Natasha frowned.
"You could have just cut its throat, Stark. Not stab it eight times and suck it dry." She growled, and Tony's eyes widened shortly.
Cut its throat? That would be muchmore risky.
"Well sorry if this was worse! It got the job done, didn't it?" Tony seethed and Steve looked up, eyes flashing.
"You may have gotten the job done- but you didn't have to maul it!"
"It's a machine! It-"Tony's voice trailed off as he recognized the look on their faces, a mixture between fear and disappointment.
"I- You think I'd do that to a living thing? That- I- That was a robot! A machine!" He weakly defended, waving his arm towards the slag-leaking machine behind him.
"Is that what Jarvis is? A machine you can stab ten times because slicing its throat is too risky?" Natasha spat, crossing her arms before collecting her knife from a nearby drone and stalking off to where she and Clint had parked their ride. Bruce sighed, following Steve, whom he was showing the town, and Thor took to the skies himself, leaving Tony all alone with the approaching SHIELD to clean up the mess.
"…I'm sorry guys." He weakly stated, knowing very well that they couldn't hear.
But in fact, he didn't feel guilt.
Well, that was mostly a filler- not much going on there.
Oh well, i'm already typing the next one. :D
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~Oceanbreeze7