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Summary: Humanity has been lost to the ravages of the apocalypse. Nothing is left, all the Avengers are dead. Until one of them is given a second chance, by a mysterious entity. But are they willing?
Chapter 4 : March 13th
After setting up a new file, I started my trek up to the dinning room. I knew I had to stop the world from ending, but I really wanted to see the other Avengers, not dead first.
I can't tell them. They'll think I'm insane. I just have to act like the sarcastic insomniac I usually am.
I walked upstairs.
I almost cried when I saw everyone alive. Natasha was stoic, and notcrying. Clint, Thor, Steve. They were all alive. Bruce was, well, Bruce.
"Hey look!" A voice yelled, braking me out of my thoughts. "The hermit's come out of his cave!" Clint yelled.
Keep it together Stark.
"You're point bird brain?" I lamely snarked.
Damn it! I really am tired of that's all I can come up with.
"Do I need a point?" Clint retorted, but in a tone that showed he meant no harm. "You're practically a Vampire. I'm surprised you haven't turned into a pile of ashes yet."
To tired to think of a decent comeback, I gave him the finger and exclaimed, "Fuck you too, Barton.", but kept a grin on my face to show I meant no harm.
"Tony!" Cap scolded. "Just because it's your tower, doesn't mean you get to be a bully, and it certainly does not mean you get to smile when you do it."
Oh right. This is about a month after they all moved in. Cap and I would get into slots of fights, and no one knew each other's personal boundaries. This might be harder to hide than I thought.
To keep up the facade, I responded with, "My house, my rules.", and left for the lab.
Now back in my workshop, I had to consider a few things.
What personal things about the others, are things I shouldn't know? And. What personal things about me don't they know?
Things I shouldn't know about them. Cap has PTSD flashbacks of drowning, triggers include being outside during a blizzard, and other relatively cold temperatures. Thor is against Loki being locked up on Asgard. Clint is afraid of clowns. Natasha cares deeply about each of us.
As for what they don't know about me...
None of the Avengers know everything about the Arc Reactor or my PTSD attacks. Only Bruce and Natasha know what the Reactor does, and Natasha probably knows about my PTSD.
I can't tell them about Loki's world domination. I'd be considered crazy. I have to find a way to prevent it.
My knowledge of all this has probably changed the timeline, but Loki is definitely attacking on June 13th. Only Thor's trips to Asgard could possibly change that, but Thor makes an effort to avoid Loki. So nothing is likely to change that.
Everything else is left up to chance, so I can only guess when something will happen. I have to treat each day as of it were new.
I can't start building giant cannons on roof tops, so my best bet is to secretly make weapons specifically for taking down the Chitauri.
I can't upgrade Hulk...
I held my head in my hands. A dull headache was starting to creep it's way to the front of my skull.
I should get some sleep. I have 3 months to do all this. That's plenty of time.
(A/N) MUST READ! IMPORTANT!
I have a clear idea of how this story will end, but the middle is up to you guys. I'm going to incorporate many Avenger's FanFic ideas into this.
There is a limited time in the middle. Each day will count down until June 13th.
Review ideas and/or questions to me.
- Agent Out!
