A/N: Wooooow I've been away for so long, so I decided to end the hiatus and write a new chapter for Complete Randomness. Leave a comment on what I should do next and Enjoy!

Tony flew around Manhattan after a long day of stopping crime. He was on patrol for a few more minutes, but he decided he would head home early. "Jarvis, set coordinates for Stark tower." Tony ordered. "Sir, I'm afraid the suit is malfunctioning, and I can't fix it." Jarvis responded.

The suit jerked to the right and Stark held out his hands for balance. "Well, get me back to the tower quickly!" Tony commanded, trying to keep the metal suit still. "Sir, my firewall is being overridden. I've lost control of the suit."

The suit slowly started spinning around and picked up speed. Manhattan swirled around Stark and he slowly lost conciousness. Everything went black. A few hours later Stark woke up to sun shining in his eyes. He opened them and looked around from where he was laying. "Am I dead?" he muttered as he stood up, standing still until the world stopped spinning.

He examined his surroundings and looked down at the red and gold brick road. There seemed to be no houses or anything nearby, only an old scarecrow on a stick in the field by the road.

This must be Oz or something with this brick road and scarecrow and all Stark thought to himself. He walked dizzily towards the scarecrow and looked at his face, which looked incredibly similar to Thor's. The scarecrow even had Thor's helmet. "Thor?" Tony whispered, poking him. "Hmm?" Thorcrow said, lifting his head and yawning.

"What are you doing Thor?" Tony asked. "Oh you know, hanging around." Thorcrow said, lifting himself off the stick supporting his straw body. "Now come on friend Stark, we have to go to Emerald city, I forgot Mjolnir there!" Thorcrow boomed, heading off down the red and gold brick road. "Wait can't you just-"

Tony was cut off by Jarvis's voice. "Sir, I'm afraid you have landed in Oz." Jarvis informed. "No kidding." Stark replied, looking around trying to find the source of Jarvis's voice. "Just try to play out your role of Dorthy, sir."

"Why do I have to be Dorthy?" Stark complained. "Don't ask me sir, it's your dream." Jarvis retorted. Tony started off down the road to Thorcrow. After a while, they found an apple orchard with a tin man standing in the middle.

"I know this part, that's the tin man!" Stark exclaimed, picking up the oil can by the man and oiling the tin man's joints until they could move again. Stark noticed that the metal face clearly looked like Clint's, there was even a bow in his hands.

Clint opened his metal jaw and spoke. "Hey, Stark. Couldn't imagine me as something more movable, couldn't you?" Clint complained, walking towards the red and gold road. "You're welcome, Legolas." Tony muttered, following Clint, Thorcrow following him.

And as planned, The group of three reached a dark and brooding forest. "I wonder who's going to be the cowardly lion?" Tony mumbled, looking around. "I understood that reference." Said what looked to be Steve in a lion costume. After a solid minute of Clint and Tony laughing, and Thorcrow looking confused, they made their way back to the red and brick road.

Steve mentioned wanting to get his shield back. The Emerald City loomed about a mile in front of them, and they continued walking until they reached the green jeweled doors the palace, which agents Coulson and Hill were guarding. Coulson gladly opened the door for them.

They walked up to what seemed to be the giant floating head of Thor's father, Odin. "What do you want?" Odin said grumpily. "Well, I want to go home, Thor wants Mjolnir, Furbie over here wants his shield, and I don't know what Legolas wants." Tony explained.

"No." Odin answered simply. "But father." Thorcrow began, but was cut off by Odin's loud HWARFGHAR. The group of four sat in stunned silence. "Wait does that mean we came all this way for nothing?" Steve questioned. "Yes." Odin replied.

"Well that's just great." Tony muttered, but his surroundings went black, then changed into his bedroom, where he was on his bed. His suit laid in pieces on the ground. "I don't even want to know what just happened." Tony groaned, rolling back over and falling asleep again.