AN: I'll probably be updating this story for frequently then my other one, because at the moment my WIFI is spotty, at best. I'm still writing up the chapters, but updating may be a bit longer. I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this chapter nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or Young Justice. If I owned Young Justice, it wouldn't have left off like that.

Wally POV

I felt pain. Pain, like I dove headfirst through a wall by mistake. Then the first thing I could smell was that sterile smell you can only find in a hospital, or infirmary or similar places. Bleach, rubber gloves, and blood.

Wait. Blood, wasn't Artemis bleeding? Where's Artemis? Where am I? Oh crap, what if those... those crazies got us? Come on West, wake up! My eyes snapped open, only to slide shut again against the bright light. I moved my hands up to cover my eyes and realized that I could. That calmed me down, because if the League got us, they would know to restrain me, at least. I opened my eyes slower this time. When I could see I sat up and looked around. I was in an infirmary, of sorts, but it looked unfamiliar. I rubbed my legs slowly and winced as I pressed on bruises. A man I just noticed turned around, holding a clipboard. He looked friendly enough, with graying hair, glasses, a nice purple button-up shirt, and jeans. He smiled gently and walked towards me.

"Where am I?" I asked, on the defensive. He held his hands up in a calming gesture as I continued, "where's Art-" I stopped, not wanting to give anything away in case these were the bad guys. "Where's the girl that was with me? Who on Earth are you?" I fished, breathing heavily.

The man nodded slightly. "Well, you're in Avengers Tower, in our infirmary. The girl is in a different room, recovering from surgery she had to undergo so we could fix up her leg. My name is Bruce Banner. We uh, we found you two on the roof, right after a massive energy surge." he said frowning.

I opened my mouth to ask about the energy, but a voice interrupted me. "Sir," it began, "the girl recovering across the hall is now awake, and has been restrained due to her struggling. I have alerted Mr. Stark as well, he has just arrived."

Bruce nodded calmly, as if disembodied voices were an everyday thing. "Thank you, JARVIS," he called out before looking at me. "you hang in there, I'll go check on your friend." He then left the room.

As he left I swung my sore legs over the edge of the bed. I had to see Artemis, if they restrained her, she was probably cussing them out and insulting them. I set my legs down and stood shakily. I stumbled forward, getting blood running to my legs. When I could walk just fine, I left the room and went into the open door, right across the hall where it should be. Artemis was on the medical bed, glaring at Bruce and another man who had his back turned to me. Bruce was rubbing his forehead in frustration and muttering about how "Tony should shut up". The other man was smiling, I could tell from the way his face crinkled by his eyes.

"How ya feeling, darling? You should be honored, ya know. I'm famous," the man said smugly and Bruce's muttering got louder. Artemis growled in frustration. I felt my face heat up so I marched to her bedside and removed the restraints on her hands. I smiled softly and gripped her hand with mine.

"Took you long enough, Baywatch! That creep has been talking to me since I woke up! That, and I was tied. To. A. Table!" she said tiredly, but putting emphasis on her last few words. I kissed her cheek, to calm her down and take care of "that creep" who was scowling and complaining about how "It was worth a try."

"Don't worry, Beautiful, they're not a threat. I mean, I wasn't tied down, so they're not League, at least. I hear you were tied to a table cause you were struggling, so technically it's your own fault," I teased, keeping up a grin.

She rolled her eyes than sat up with my help. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, Sleeping Beauty!" I scolded.

"Can it, Kid Mother-hen!" she snapped back.

Mr. Famous Person interrupted. "So, now, why don't we stick the girl on crutches, go up to find the rest of the Avengers, then you kids can explain what you were doing on the roof, alright?"

Artemis undid the restraints on her legs and swung them over the edge of the hospital bed. "Come on, we need crutches people!" I called out like a movie director. Bruce handed her a pair after finishing jotting down notes about her injury on his clipboard.

"Well then, if you'll just follow Tony, (so that's his name!) he'll show you the way to the elevator. I'll be right behind you guys." Bruce said, opening the door for us as I helped Artemis hobble forward. When we arrived in the elevator my jaw dropped.

"This building has 93 floors? Plus a parking garage?" I cried, pointing an accusatory finger at Tony. "Who owns this thing?"

"I do," he said smugly, "The top three floors make up the living area for the Avengers who crash here. The other 90 are labs, offices, the works," he said waving a hand dismissively.

"Labs?" I squeaked, because labs meant science!

Artemis had other ideas. "If this place is so big and important how come we've never heard of it, or you, Mr. Stark?" she said frowning.

Tony looked offended and was about to retort when the doors dinged open pleasantly. I looked into the room and immediately collapsed into a fit of laughter.