"So, here's your. . . box," Steve grumbled, throwing a hand towards it.
"Ah, just how I remember her," the Doctor smiled. He walked up to her and patted the side of the wood lovingly. He rubbed off some ashes. "She really needs a bath, don't you think?" He glanced at the Avengers gathered behind him.
"Oh, um, I guess," Tony Stark agreed.
"Yeah, usually she's bright as a whistle. Now. . . not so much."
"So you want us to wash her?"
"Nah. She can do that on her own." He stroked her frame. "Can't you, dear?" The TARDIS responded with a slight hum that made the floor vibrate.
"What! Did that box just. . . answer you?" Bruce asked in disbelief, mouth open.
"Of course she did!" the Doctor exclaimed. "She is living, after all." He turned his attention back to the TARDIS. "Now, why don't you clean yourself off?" The spacecraft shook. The dust and ashes fell off and the burn marks were. . . absorbed into the wood. Soon, it was as if nothing had happened. The ship was surrounded by a layer of ashes and burnt wood.
The other three men were standing there, gaping at the sight. They exchanged glances.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. What kind of alien ship would it be if it weren't alive?" the Time Lord asked jokingly. He then patted his pockets. "Oh, man. I don't have the key. Right. Probably got lost in the TARDIS when I was caught in the blast."
"You're saying you can't open it? Then what use are you?" Steve exclaimed. "We should've just left you locked up in your cell."
The Doctor smirked. "Oh, well, if that's how you're gonna act, then I won't even do this~" He snapped his fingers. A blue door swung open, much to the shock of the onlookers. Light shone out of the doorway, casting shadows across the Doctor's face. "And there we are."
"All we had to do was snap?" Stark asked.
"Oh, no, she only responds to me." The Doctor stood in the entrance to the TARDIS. "If you keep it a secret, you want a look inside?" He stepped through the door.
"How are we all supposed to fit. . . in. . . here?" Steve's words faded out as they looked inside. The Doctor stood at the console, arms crossed as he look at them, an eyebrow raised.
"This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen," Tony breathed as he glanced around. He walked deeper into the strange anomaly which was the TARDIS.
Banner put his glasses on, studying the interior. "You've got that right."
"How is this possible?" Rogers asked, casting a glance at the Time Lord.
"Oh, it's bigger on the inside, isn't it? It's basically another dimension," the Doctor informed them.
"What's this? Some sort of steering mechanism?" Stark asked as he ran his hands over the console.
"Well, basically. It's here where I tell the TARDIS where to land and go."
"What's this language?" Bruce inquired. He pointed at the various points it was located around the spacecraft.
"It's Gallifreyan. And by the way, it might be wise to inform you that this is a time machine. I can go anywhere in time and space with this." The Doctor patted the control panels softly. He waited until their shock wore off and continued speaking. "So, what do you think? Quite the beauty, isn't she?"
"I'll say," Banner sighed.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go change. This outfit isn't working for me. Don't touch anything." He pointed to his eyes with two fingers then back to them before backing out of the room.
"He's an odd one," Stark huffed.
"What do you expect from an alien?" Steve scoffed.
"I don't know. What are you supposed to expect? The Chitauri were assholes but now we have a smartass, alien genius on our hands. I'm not even sure what to think anymore."
"You can definitely give him credit for being a smartass," Banner chuckled.
Stark nodded at the scientist and raised an eyebrow at Rogers. "See? He knows what I'm talking about."
"I'm not discussing the fact he's an irritating smartass!" Rogers shouted. "I want to know why we even agreed to letting him out of his cell and bringing him to his ship! What if he's not actually going to get changed? Maybe he's grabbing some alien weapon?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely. The sarcastic, peace loving toothpick is totally going to grab a weapon and kill us all!" Tony wailed, throwing his hands in the air in mock distress. Rogers scowled, crossing his arms.
"Did I walk in on something?" the Doctor asked, standing at the entrance to the control room. He was finishing buttoning up his suit jacket. "Yeah, feels better already."
"Nice outfit," Tony said, jerking his head at the Time Lord.
He spun in a small circle, hands in his pockets. "Thanks. 's my usually clothing choice."
He was dressed in a brown pinstripe suit with a long, brown overcoat that hung down to his feet, which were wearing a pair of red Converse.
"Is that in on your planet or something?" Bruce asked. "The suit and Converse."
The Doctor glanced down at his feet. "Ppft, style goes out of fashion when I'm around." He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. (Aw yeah)
"So, what are we supposed to be doing here?" Steve asked.
"I don't know. The TARDIS is infinite. Can't show you all the rooms, so that's a waste of time." He walked over to the console. "Nah, you should go back out there. I think I'll just hit the road again."
I don't mean to be rude, but we can't just let you go. You're our prisoner."
"And who's currently on my ship?"
Rogers paused. "Good point." He rubbed his chin. "But technically, you were on our ship first. Fury's gonna want to see this."
"And what will he do with it? Use my beloved ship to make weapons. No thanks."
"I wasn't asking." With one swift motion, Steve pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and slapped them on the Time Lord's wrists. He then grabbed him by the shoulder and marched them out of the TARDIS.
"And yet again, I didn't do anything wrong!" the Doctor whined loudly.
Don't you just die because of Ten's sexiness when he runs his hand through his hair? (Girls, I'm talking to girls. Unless you're a guy. I accept your life choices).
Also, the Doctor's caught again! Will he ever get out of this mess?