Have at thee writers block, I shall smite thee with my random thoughts that pop into my head…
Yeah I kinda got stuck on what exactly I should write for this chapter. So for some bits I wrote kinda random things and had to suppress giggles when I realised exactly what I had written.
Oh yeah, to answer Avengerscrazygal's sort of question; He was comparing Tony to a cat because Tony was acting like a cat, being lazy-
Hey!
and enjoying pats.
KEY
Italics = Tony's thoughts
On board the Helicarrier, above the Bay of Manhattan…
It was a normal morning on-board the Helicarrier; most of the agents of SHIELD were slowly getting to work. Some higher ups arrived from the ground in quinjets, although they had to share them with other people, but most stumbled from the bunker level
For the agents that worked during the night shifts, this was a time to grab a bite to eat, maybe talk to some friends and unwind before getting some well-deserved rest. Some were already asleep by this time well that was until, "WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU SAYING?!" their Director's voice echoed throughout the many levels of the Helicarrier.
It was even heard by a poor soul lost in the deepest parts of the hull, who had been surviving on a SHIELD survival packs he had been lucky enough to have been storing when he got lost (He was later able to find his way out due to heading in the direction he had heard his Director's voice where he found a control panel and was afterwards eternally grateful for what was dubbed the BIG SWEAR Incident).
For a moment Fury froze, then he peered under his desk and sure enough there was a small gadget that had the STARK logo on it.
He held up the device and glared accusingly at Hawkeye and Black Widow. Then he pressed the button on it.
"Hello Director Fury," said JARVIS, "normally pressing that button would've connected you to Mr Stark, but he is not currently avaliable. I while now explain how you were 'pranked'. The device in your hand is connected to all speakers of the helicarrier, it scans your lungs for a build up of air that would singnal that you were getting ready to shout, though it would have been set off by gaseous build up too, it then activates its internal microphone to connect at full blast to the speakers of the Helicarrier. Will that be all?"
"Uh Jarvis," Clint was always awkward at addressing the AI after he watched that science fiction movie, Ultron, "can you show Fury security footage of Tony?"
"Of course sir, though I haven't as of yet been able to recover the footage of the actual incident but here is some of what is happening now," Jarvis said he connect the live feed to Fury's computer system, then he paused and asked permission to say something, "And sir?"
"Yes Jarvis?" Clint asked getting more nervous.
"This still isn't really computing," JARVIS deadpanned as the video came up on Fury's computer screen.
The video played showing Tony waking up on the lab bench. He peered at the now asleep Captain America in the chair and tried to get down from on top of the bench, but he wasn't eager to just jump down because of the height. He scanned the room before spotting some buttons; squinting at them he using his muoth picked up a pen that had been left on the bench by Bruce, and threw it hitting one of the buttons. With a whirl of machinery the bench sank to be flush with the floor and Tony stepped easily off it.
Nickering softly, he lay down beside Steve's feet and settled down to asleep again.
Fury turned away from the screen and glanced at his agents, who were both looking slightly awed by the small horse with a horn and- ok it was a unicorn, unicorn's problem solving skills. Of course because they were superspies they had next to no facial expressions, but Fury was the superspy. He could detect minute facial expressions.
'That is adorable… And perfect blackmailing material once this mess is over with' Fury thought to himself gleefully and a smirk materialised on his face, surprising his two best agents who glanced at each other; the last time they had seen that smirk, one of Fury's agents got sent to an 'undercover mission' at a puppy day care centre. The agent had been allergic dogs and had managed to prank Fury.
"So do you believe us?" asked Clint nervously, because JARVIS for some reason had identified him as being the person most likely to answer his questions and was complaining about how the situation wasn't possible on his earpiece.
"Yes I do, only because Stark would never want to be seen as cute in any way," Fury deadpanned as he downloaded the security footage.
Back at the Stark/Avenger's Tower
Steve woke up and was surprised to find that the resident unicorn had somehow gotten down from the- … where was the bench? ... Anyway, the Tonycorn-
What did you just call me?
-had fallen asleep on his foot. Now his foot was numb, because Tony was so heavy.
I'm not heavy.
"I carried you," Steve muttered unsure whether his sleep heavy mind was playing tricks on him.
Tony opened one eye and looked at him.
Fine I am. Go back to sleep, your dreams are nice, sad but nice.
"So you can talk?" Steve said somewhat relieved that he hadn't been going crazy before… unless he was going crazy now.
Tony yawned.
Technically, talking is using your mouth; I'm projecting my thoughts through contact, into your head, so I'm really communicating on a thought level… but yeah, let's just call it talking… Now go back to sleep.
Chuckling slightly Steve reached down scratched under Tony's chin where his fur was slightly more scruffier. He really was like a cat; Steve was completely expecting Tony to purr at any second as he petted the patches of skin not covered in stiches.
Purr, Purr. Now go back to sleep. I'm tired.
"You've slept for twelve hours!"
So that's a no then.
*Tummy Grumble*
Well let's get something to eat… you do have plants in whatever weird cave place we're in, right?
Steve's smile fell away. Tony still didn't remember.
Library
After Bruce had calmed down a bit he went to one of his favourite places, the Library.
Something about the muted chatter, the rasps of turning pages and the thumps of heavy books had just always seemed relaxing to him.
He was busy trying to find a book on unicorns that wasn't in the kids section when;
"Can I help you?" inquired a voice behind him.
Bruce turned around to face a middle aged man with a goatee and black hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Ah yeah, I guess you could. Do you know if there are any books on the mythology of... unicorns?" Bruce asked a bit embarassed.
The librarian flashed a smile and led Bruce to a row.
And there was several books on every mythical creature Bruce could name, dragons, gorgons, peagsi, krakens and bunyips were only some of them.
But there was only one small leather bound book on unicorns, 'Better than nothing,' he thought as he turned around to thank his helper... who had disapeared. Shrugging he sat down at a desk to read. When he opened the book a slip of paper fell out.
It read;
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the Crown,
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town,
And the rest of the poem was ripped away.
"This day is just getting weirder and weirder," Bruce muttered.
Remember that poem it becomes important later.
Hopefully I shouldn't tkae as long as I have for the next update, see you then.
