May I just say: you are all amazing! Yep, that's it. Enjoy this next chapter, I think only two more. Maybe three, tops.
There's something deep inside
That keeps my faith alive
When all you can do
Is hide from the fear
That's deep inside of you
-Collide: Skillet
At the Tower…
There were three eager men and one worried Pepper waiting for Natasha as soon as she got off the Quinjet.
"So, how is he?" Steve.
"Is he coming back?" Tony.
"Is he eating enough?" Pepper.
Clint was the only one who was silent, studying Natasha's exhausted expression.
"Fine, no, and I don't know." She replied, plopping on the couch next to Clint.
"So, he wasn't kidnapped by rabid monkeys or anything?" Everyone gave Tony a weird look. He threw up his hands.
"What? It could happen!" Natasha just sighed.
"No Tony. He was not kidnapped by rapid monkeys. He just doesn't feel like he should be here with all the breakable stuff. You know, 'this is why we can't have nice things'" She explained. Tony frowned.
"So, what if he had a safe place to just go smash stuff?" He asked. Natasha shrugged.
"I don't know. It'd have to be pretty big though." She said. Tony grinned.
"I'm Tony Stark! Everything I do is big!" He exclaimed. Clint grinned.
"Everything?" He questioned, an eyebrow raised before Natasha elbowed him.
"Ow, that hurt!" He complained.
"Then don't make comments that don't even make sense." She retorted.
India…
Bruce was fairly certain that life just didn't make sense anymore. In a place he had always been happy, where he'd been content with his life, he suddenly found himself missing, something. He wasn't really sure what. He finally decided that he needed to move on, get away from staying in one place for too long. So he packed his backpack and started walking to yet another tiny village. This one had an epidemic running through it, which guaranteed that he would be too busy to miss anything.
At the Tower…
"Guys, it needs more stuff!"
"And less windows, who had the brilliant idea to put windows in here anyways?"
"It makes it feel like less of a cage!"
"Then at least make them smaller!"
"What color should it be?"
"Green. No, wait, purple. Definitely purple."
"He likes purple?"
"Duh, he's always wearing purple shirts and stuff."
"I never noticed that."
"Me neither."
"Whatever. It should still be purple, because that's an awesome color no matter what."
"It still needs more stuff, like smashable stuff."
India…
Bruce was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. However, as soon as he walked into his room, he noticed a pile of stuff on his bed, a note on top. His first instinct was to just shove it all off and deal with it after a few hours sleep, but instead he sighed and picked up the note.
Bruce,
(it was unmistakably Tony's handwriting)
I honestly have no idea how Natasha got all this stuff to wherever you are, but I must say I totally respect her for it. Now, you are probably wondering what the amazing Tony Stark has sent you, so I'll tell you right now. It's a home video that we made for you!
(Bruce eyed the pile of stuff, wondering how in the world that qualified as a home video.)
However, I wasn't sure if you had a TV or power or anything, so I sent a generator, TV, VCR, DVD player, and the video. Plus a few other movies, just in case you get bored.
(Bruce just shook his head, Tony was such an idiot.)
Anyways, just watch the video. Please.
Did the great Tony Stark just say please? Bruce decided the world must be ending. Underneath that were the signatures of everyone. Bruce sighed again, staring at the pile before deciding tomorrow was soon enough to deal with it. He quickly put it all on the floor and fell into the bed, ready to sleep for a good fifteen hours. Not that the Other Guy would allow that, but it was a good thought.