Here's a story! YAY!
Anyways, this was a challenge, that has turned into a multi-chapter fic...enjoy.
Okay, this should be the chapter just before the major scene. It's mostly just a filler, but i know it's what a few of you have been waiting for. :)
Tony sighed, closing his door loudly behind him.
Of course- why had it slipped his mind? Of course the girl would find out he'd been giving Xavier Thousands.
Life was just against him.
It wasn't the money fact that had been bothering him.
It was that he hadn't noticed it until three days later.
Three. Days.
He sighed, flicking on the lights and walking into the large ( What was he thinking? This was closet sized) room SHIELD had personally listed as his. Not to mention, the spray painted Iron Man face he had so glee fully put on there.
He walked in, snagging the door to the mini fridge he had snuck in there, and pulling out some Canadian Ice wine, fumbling for a glass when he turned.
There was a box, on his bed.
It wasn't huge, like a hat box, but was instead about the size of a laptop case, coating in normal looking brown paper and taped with bright obvious masking tape.
Tony, was written across the surface in a handwriting Tony would recognize anywhere.
He exhaled, weakly setting the cold bottle on the top of the fridge before warily approaching the bed, sitting on it slightly, causing the box to slide towards the dip on its previously flat resting spot.
He touched it, and indeed the brown paper was akin to those shopping bags were made out of. He grabbed a corner, tugging on it and ignoring the loud ripping noise as the paper tore free.
The box, if possible, was plainer then the paper.
"Cheep cardboard? Really?" Tony snorted, grabbing the one side and tugging, the container moving with his hands, sliding open.
He recoiled, breathing stopping for a moment as he saw the outfit- similar to SHIELD's own in one way.
He trailed his finger of the (surprisingly) soft leather. His skin forming a contrast with the dark colour as he turned it, not feeling the leather resist or stiffen.
"Someone must have cured this recently." Tony shrugged, swallowing a thick lump in his throat as he lifted it out, moving the sleeves and blinking as he felt a slightly thicker spot on the outfit, fitting tight to the inside on all surfaces excepting the inside of his arms.
"Bullet Proof? My my, Xavier, you're getting smart with this." Tony grinned, a small weak one as he found the hidden zipper, pulling it open and inspecting the clothing article.
Indeed it was bullet proof, lined with weaved particle fiber that would make more resistance then the leather itself. The leather, he speculated, was possibly the only clothing that would work with other mutations, technically being skin.
He tugged it, gently setting it on his bed while pulling out the matching pants, (He grimaced at that) that were amazingly enough, soft enough and somehow broken in enough not to hinder movement.
The last things were the leather black boots, and once he pressed in on them- he could tell that they were metal toed. Smart, if it weren't for the fact their main threat could control metal.
"Wonder who came up with that idea." Tony snorted, before momentarily frowning.
Didn't Wolverine have metal claws…metal covered bone-
"Ouch." Tony winced, running his finger over the leather then at his own dressy outfit.
It couldn't hurt to try it on, right?
He slipped in the tight pants, lacing the boots and slipping the leather shirt over his bare torso, feeling it slide over the cool glass of his reactor.
He finished fixing the odd little X-men belt clasp to a loud click before turning, freezing at his appearance.
Tony was used to looking attractive, normally choosing outfits that made half of the paparazzi fall out of their chair looking at him. Wearing this was completely different.
It didn't stick to him painfully tight (CoughNatashaCough) but instead had the bullet proof layer on the inside to create a thicker boundary, causing more movement for him.
The pants were surprisingly smooth, nearly as flexible as sweatpants, and hugging his calves and thighs in a way that most of his under Suit clothing did.
The shoes were surprisingly comfortable, not one of those thick soled hiking boots that made a painful squeezing feeling every step. They were a little tight around his ankle, but nothing was perfect.
He blinked, his reflection was…odd. It wasn't that he looked bad in his opinion. Heaven forbid if he looked like a SHIELD lackey. He didn't have that aura, the clean crisp suit mixed with his near black hair and dark eyes.
He looked…good. He looked as if the suit had been designed to fit his personality perfectly.
He reached out, fingers trailing on the mirror as he completely expected flesh and butterfly kisses of another person's life force. Meeting cold glass was his snap back to reality.
He let out a low whistle, turning slightly and smirking approvingly how it fit upon his back.
"I'll hand it to you, Xavier. You have one hell of a fashion designer." Tony nodded, before a loud beep and a red light casted his room in a near infrared glow.
His eyes widened, looking towards the screen that Jarvis quickly pulled data up on.
Mutant attack on Upper Downtown. X-men and Avengers requested.
"Crap." Tony cursed, hand moving towards the zipper to his shirt while a loud overhead speaker crackled on.
"Stark? Get your ass in that suit, and head downtown right now!"
Tony cursed, Fury logging off while he spun, part of the wall sliding out already while his suit unlatched, sensors waiting to mold together.
"…This is going to be a tight squeeze." Tony grunted, walking forward and spinning on his metal lined shoes. The suit clamping down over his joints, breath wheezing as the suit clamped, before expanding slightly to allow him to breathe.
"Thanks Jarvis." Tony winced; taking a few painful steps before the pressure around his feet automatically corrected itself, expanding slightly to fit the tight leather under.
"Of course Sir. May I suggest not wearing this garment again until further calculations have been made?"
"Whatever." Tony shrugged, turning and looking at the wall, which unfolded to show a long hole in the ground.
"Stark! Where the hell are yo-"
"Hold your horses, Nicky! I'm on my way downtown!" Tony shouted through the speakers.
"…Fine. The rest of us are on the X-men's jet, Blackbird, or Crow or some other type of freaking bird-"
"What about Xavier?" Tony asked, already dropping through the hole as Jarvis hooked up a feed.
"He's riding a Quinjet with me. We're watching in the air- finding out a few weaknesses of these freaking mutants you're fighting."
"Just peachy." Tony drawled, seeing open clouds before starting his repulsors and blasting away, towards downtown.
x-(X)-x
Previously
"Maybe…he just did it for appearances?" Rogue offered, all of the occupants of the room circled on the couch, ignoring the beautiful view. They were still having this discussion, debating possible answers for three days. (The first having been rather awkward, but they slowly opened up to each other)
"Seems like something Tony would at least remember- supplying that much money." Steve shifted, and Scott snorted.
"With the cash he's flaunting around, he could donate half a million to save cats and not notice."
"Not cats." Bruce immediately stated, causing Wolverine to arch one eyebrow. "Tony really hates cats."
"Look, it doesn't matter. What I want to know is why he's supplying us with so much money while he obviously politically against the thought of mutants." Jean stressed, causing Clint to lift one eyebrow.
"I thought you were a mind reader. Aren't you used to, say…finding patterns between people's actions and thoughts? Couldn't you just guess what he'd think if he did tha- never mind. Forgot we were talking about Stark."
Storm let out a low chuckle before looking outside.
"What if it was just a ploy?" Rogue asked, looking at Natasha whose eyes flashed slightly.
"You think so?" Natasha scoffed, while Wolverine turned with a growl.
"Hey- don't question her." He hissed, and Bruce frowned.
"I see why you clash with Tony. Either you'd get along really well, or hate each other." Bruce commented while Wolverine snarled.
"I'll never team up with a government idiot like him." He spat, and the door slid open.
"You'd be surprised. Mr. Stark is actually against the government." Xavier noted, wheelchair sliding in near silently while Kitty looked up with a smile.
"Doesn't matter. You have any idea why he'd donate so much money?" Scott asked, and Charles smiled slightly.
"We've met, and came off on rather friendly terms. Perhaps he was just repaying the favor." Xavier smiled, and Jean frowned.
"Why haven't we heard about him, then?" Jean asked, and Bruce shrugged.
"With Tony, if he doesn't want to be known for doing something. You'd never know." He shrugged, and Wolverine snorted.
"Try me, the paparazzi would report anything, even when he gets a new girly to wipe his nose for him." He snorted, while Natasha smirked slightly.
"Five days ago, he blew up a nuclear missile facility."
"…So?" Bobby asked, tilting his head slightly while having been quiet previously.
"Underground,in an abandoned metro tunnel under the Empire State Building." Clint added, getting Kitty to squeal slightly.
"Correct. A rather impressive feat." Xavier mentioned, rolling forward to sit alongside Jean, who was next to Scott.
"Hello Professor. I trust everything is to your liking?" Steve patiently asked, while Xavier smiled back.
"Indeed it is. However, I have recently been contacted with information that may benefit you all." He stated calmly, attracting attention.
"Kurt recently contacted me. He and Hank have been locating recent movements from the Brotherhood. I have been alerted, that a large population of their forces have been scoping out locations in downtown New York."
"Kurt? I wasn't aware that there were more of…the X-men." Steve added, and Scott gave a grim smile.
"A few of us weren't able to come do to a more…physical, mutation." He stated and Clint's eyebrows shot up.
"How-"
"Kurt, who goes by Nightcrawler, is…blue skinned, and has a tail." Rogue added, and Bruce gave a slight snort.
"Hank, who goes by Beast, has blue fur and claws." Kitty piped up and Bruce gave a small smile.
"I can't object. I get angry and turn green." He shrugged and Wolverine coughed out a short laugh.
"So…Kurt, does he normally join your fights? All battle footage seems to lack him, not to mention very rarely if ever spotting Hank in battle." Natasha stated, eyes narrowing slightly while Jean looked at her with a small smile.
"The Blue Elf has a vanishing act." Wolverine grunted, and Bruce blinked in surprise.
"…He can teleport?" He stated, and Storm gave a wry smile.
"You'd be surprised at some of the mutations there are." Storm stated, and Clint lifted an eyebrow.
"Bet you we've seen weirder." Clint tried, and Scott leaned forward a grin on his face.
"Oohhh! This is going to be fun." Rogue grinned, leaning forward and watching interestedly.
"I and a bub named Sabertooth have claws that can cut through anything." Wolverine grunted, the metal claws sliding out with a Shlinkkk!
"Met a robot with a laser that was hot enough to literally able to divide air molecules and almost make a black hole, or something like that." Clint stated, causing Storm to look up with a small smile.
"I can control weather." She stated strongly, and Thor snorted, having just walked in from the attached kitchen.
"Fear not, fair maiden, for I too can control weather." He stated largely with a toothy grin.
"Hey Thor." Clint casually waved, and Thor moved, sitting on a lonely chair with a grin.
"I can shoot lasers out of my eyes." Scott added, and Natasha spoke up this time.
"Stark can shoot energy beams out of his visor, hands, feet, and chest piece." Natasha added.
"I'm a telapath, as is Jean here." Professor Xavier added, smiling as he found the entire thing amusing.
"We fought aliens from outer space." Bruce added with a grin.
"I can phase through solid objects!" Kitty shouted out with a laugh.
"Hold- my brother can create duplicates of himself." Thor grinned, and Bobby hummed.
"I can create objects out of ice." Bobby challenged, and Clint grinned himself.
"I can shoot a quarter a half mile away." He added, and Rogue looked towards Kitty, mouthing something that looked oddly enough like 'Dominoe?'
"Magneto can control metal." Wolverine added.
"I turn into an invincible green rage monster." Bruce smiled, and Jean hummed.
"…I can drain energy from a person with a single touch." Rogue added quietly, and Scott frowned, looking at Xavier.
"Wasn't there a mutant before who had something similar- something about 'directing energy' or something?" Scott frowned, and Jean snapped her head around in alarm.
"Yeah- some guy named…" Scott frowned.
"There was a man, I met once, long long ago. His name was Sebastian Shaw." Xavier offered, and Wolverine looked up in surprise, eyes narrowed as Jean frowned, shaking her head.
"No…He- he was at the school for a while, wasn't he? One of your first students…" She frowned, and Ororo looked up, realization in her eyes.
"The boy? I- he left just after I met you, Jean, right?" She asked with a puzzled frown, and Scott nodded.
"Yes, he-" He froze, hands moving to his visor as if he remembered.
"He made me the visor- and he got you your necklace, Jean. Before it was ruined and refitted to make that one." He nodded to the Phoenix pendent fitted with red rubies, her hand covered it delicately in surprise.
"I feel kinda' left out here, bub." Wolverine growled, giving a glare to Scott, who ignored it.
"He…his name was…Anton? Ash- Ashton! His name was Ashton…Something." Scott scowled, and Natasha leaned forward with a frown.
"Ashton, you say?" Bruce asked, snapping his fingers and bringing down one of SHIELD's search bars, slipping in the search word.
"His name was Ashton Carter. He left when he was 21," Xavier stated calmly, and Natasha took over, using the proper databanks before frowning as the bold flashing words of Error: Person not found. Popped up a few times.
"Ah, well…how about we just forget about hi-"
Red lights flashed, and Natasha reacted, jumping into a crouch as her head flashed to the door, Clint already at the door, hitting the speaker button.
"What is the emergency, Sir?" He reported, and a crackle before a word.
"Mutants in upper Downtown. A large group of 'em. Take a jet and get down there Bart-"
"We can take the Blackbird. It's faster." Scott offered, standing up while the others seemed to notice the threat.
"Fine. Just get your asses down there now. Stark knows and he's getting his suit on now."
"If you do not mind, is there a suitable area for me to watch the battle without interfering in a negative way?" Xavier asked calmly, and Fury was quiet for a tiny second.
"Yeah. Professor, you can ride with me. I have a trustworthy agent flying us in a Quinjet. We can watch from the distance."
"That would be most satisfactory." Xavier nodded.
"Stark's on the way. Get on that jet of yours, and hurry down. A large group of those mutants are screwing up downtown."
"On our way, Sir."
Clint let go of the button, moving and looking at the X-men, all ready and in action, Jean behind Xavier with her hands on his wheelchair, the rest of them seemingly ready for any attack.
The avengers were likewise ready, Thor automatically fitted with Mjolnir. Natasha had her guns on her, and Bruce was rolling his sleeves up, and Steve had his shield from where he set it by the couch.
Clint found himself giving a nod. "Let's roll."
Okay! Sorry it wasn't longer, but hey, i've been busy!
Thanks!
~Oceanbreeze7
IMPORTANT!
My list of Challenges i kept running in a file, became corrupted a few hours ago. Therefore, if you have sent me ANY challenges between now, and the beginning of this month, please re-send them through to me! (Review works)
I just need a reminder as for what they are, and i'll remember. Please!
Sorry for the inconvenience!
