A/N Here you go Chapter Two

I own nothing

I sighed as the television played yet another report on the infamous Avengers. After turning the volume up, I bustled around my apartment, cooking up something to eat for dinner. After not eating all day, my stomach was putting up a fight and demanding I satisfy it.

"After the Events of the Loki incident two years ago, the Avengers have continued to keep this world safe." The reporter droned on, no emotion in her bland voice.

I sighed again loudly, picking up my cup and taking a deep drink of the bitter contents.

"From the infamous Dr. Doom to the Brotherhood of Mutants, our heroes have had a wide selection of individuals to defend us from, and we thank them do we not?" She said, asking a rhetorical question.

I muttered an answer under my breath as I forked the now cooked vegetables onto my plate. Bumping the oven door shut with my hip, I quickly grabbed a knife and headed over to my couch. I watched as the Reporter praised all of the Avengers, apparently 'saving the best for last.'

"Tony Stark is one of the world's most loved superheroes. Also known as 'Ironman' Stark continues to amaze the world with his Companies inventions, making our lives easier with his cheap and obtainable technology,"

My fork stopped inches from my mouth when a picture of Tony came on the screen, beaming for the paparazzi. He looked just like I remembered him, but much cleaner and obviously much happier.

I looked down at my half full plate, suddenly feeling nauseous and not at all hungry. I swallowed uncomfortably before standing and walking over to my fridge, placing the plate in there for later.

I don't know why I watched those reports; it was pure torture seeing him. I should know better but every time one comes on, my fingers inched towards the volume button, allowing the reporters flat voice to drone on, loudly filling my apartment.

I grabbed my purse and headed out, intent on buying the biggest tub of ice-cream I could find. Or anything sweet to sate my sweet tooth and depressed emotions.

Honestly he moved on so why can't I? Get a hold of yourself Quinn.

Tony's POV

I muttered calculations under my breath, busy editing the design of my suits. Music blasted through the room, admittedly giving me headache behind my eyes.

Last time we had gone up against Doom—the slimy bastard—he had a weapon that had rendered my suit completely useless. I had to make sure it couldn't happen again, otherwise I wouldn't get out unscathed like I luckily did last time.

"Tony?" Bruce's nervous voice sounded from behind me.

I hummed back, keeping my focus on the work in front of me. I heard shuffling as he came over to me slowly. His head poked into my field of vision and he looked curiously at the formulas on the holographic screen in front of me.

"Uh uh, don't do that, it'll blow if it comes in contact with anything nuclear," Bruce warned me, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he vaguely pointed at an equation.

I noticed where I had gone wrong and nodded my thanks, already moving to fix it. Bruce shifted and looked at me with a worried expression, eyes shining behind the lens of his glasses.

"How long have you been having nightmares Tony?" He finally asked, moving a few things around on the screen, peeking at me from the corner of his eye.

I shuffled and shrugged, "Dunno," I muttered under my breath, more than not wanting to have this conversation.

Bruce sighed and took the tool from my hand, making me look up at him annoyed. "They're not going to gently push forever Tony, you know that right?" He warned with a stern look in his warm eyes.

I sighed, understanding what he was saying, "I'll tell them soon," I insisted, though I knew he realised I was lying.

"I know that telling people how you're feeling isn't you Tony, but we're you're family," He reminded me while I scoffed at the cheesy comment, "You can tell us anything." He finished softly.

I wiped my hands over my face before picking up my cup and glaring at what remained of my coffee. I groaned before strolling over to the door, looking over my shoulder, "You coming?" I demanded.

He rolled his eyes but followed me out nonetheless. We chatted idly as we travelled up, Bruce asking if I had solved my little problem yet.

I hadn't.

Doom had cut off my source; he had cut me off from JARVIS... It wasn't exactly something I could remedy in a few hours.

He didn't bring up my nightmares again. I sent up a silent prayer in thanks. I wasn't ready to share them just yet, not ready to share her just yet. I swallowed the small lump in my throat when the memories came flooding back.

I loved her eyes... and her hair. I'll admit I wasn't one to appreciate small things like that but somehow she was different.

Her hair was like liquid chocolate, falling down her shoulders in straight locks while her eyes were large and innocent, drawing you in. Although my favourite thing by far was that she didn't have a devious bone in her body. Her eyes were always open and trusting when she looked to me, adoration shining in the bluish green depths.

The elevator chimed, signalling our arrival to the Penthouse. I snapped myself out of my depressing thoughts and forced myself to walk up to my coffee maker, strutting as per normal.

"Tony? Fury said we have to do another team bonding session," I heard Clint moan loudly from our large TV... sitting room thing.

I muttered under my breath, deftly activating the coffee machine, "Seriously Legolas? Tell Mad Eye that we're... All going to the zoo next week," I said dismissively, really against having another fucking team bonding session.

Clint raised his eyebrows, "We are? Sweet," He sang, leaning back against the couch, nose back into the magazine he had been reading previously.

"No, Stark, you're all going to sit down together and do something domestic," I heard a commanding voice echo through my penthouse.

I groaned, "Legolas! Why didn't you tell me he was on speaker!" I yelled annoyed.

I heard no reply from Clint.

"Smart man," I muttered, bringing my cup up to my lips.

"Because Stark, he knows when to shut up, you on the other hand don't! I don't care what you do, but tonight you'll all be in the same room for more than 3 hours!" He said deeply before I heard a dial tone.

I whined, "Why do we need them anyway! We live in the same place for Pete's sake, isn't that enough?" I cried.

"Who is this Pete?" I heard a loud voice boom.

I looked over and saw a large man come waltzing into my Penthouse, "Goldilocks," I stated,
un-amused.

Thor gave me a smile and a small nod before greeting me with a bruising slap on the shoulder, "Man of Iron, are you well?" He asked, stalking over to the kitchen.

I opened my mouth to answer but he continued going on, "You wouldn't happen to have any of those 'Pop-tarts' would you?" He questioned, opening random cupboards.

I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face before exclaiming loudly, "Thor I told you the furthest cupboard on the right! On the right!" I repeated when he moved to the left.

I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face, "Honestly Thor?" I mumbled as Bruce rushed to help him before he broke something... or someone.

"Ah!" Thor exclaimed as he clutched the box in his massive arms, tearing it open and shoving pop-tart after pop-tart... after pop-tart into his mouth.

"Do you swallow?" Bruce asked him, staring at him through his glasses, "Or inhale?"

I barked out a laugh, "I don't know about you Brucie, but I think you could've worded that better," I said, humour sparkling in my eyes.

Bruce stopped for a second, turning to me with an exasperated expression, "Really, Tony?" he said before swallowing the rest of his... Ew, tea.

I made a face at his choice of beverage before watching Thor devour his snack in under a minute. It was very off putting... Bruce was right; I think the pop-tarts just disappeared...

Bruce followed my eyes and smiled, raising his eyebrows mockingly, "I'm sure Thor will share Tony, just ask," he commented before pulling out more bags of tea and examining each one.

I gagged, "I'll live thanks," I said dryly watching Bruce screw up his face as he tried to decide which tea to choose, his fingers hovering about the small, bright boxes.

"Why don't you just throw all those out and drink a decent drink... Like coffee!" I exclaimed when he couldn't decide after five minutes of standing there.

I got a glare, the second one today.

"Alrighty then," I mumbled, not wanting to anger Bruce anymore.

Well, actually, the Hulk was always entertaining, and according to Bruce he liked us... so maybe...

"No," Bruce stated.

I spluttered, "What?" I asked.

"Whatever you're thinking. No." He repeated.

I snorted and drunk more coffee as Bruce walked out of the room, bringing half of his tea with him. I rolled my eyes and checked my watch. Five o'clock.

Well I had nothing better to do so why not go pick up Dinner?

How was chapter two?

-Taila