The moment that Alexander hung up the phone, Tony dialed Happy's number and told him to grab a few of his best people and to head over to his friend's vacation home.

When Happy asked why, Tony got a look on his face that could have frozen a person's blood in their veins as he said, "Something has happened to Willow." After hinting at this, Happy knew why he was needed and automatically rushed to do as Tony said.

After all if Mr. Stark's goddaughter was involved, then obviously they needed to work fast to see what the hell she had gotten herself into this time.

The moment that Tony was done telling him to make sure that he was thorough, he then said that he was going to hack the security monitors for the home and see what the camera's had caught and then hung up the phone only to find that Steve and the others were still present in the room.

Each of them staring at him curiously as he snapped impatiently at them, "What? I have things to do that don't include indulging you eavesdroppers." And with that, each of the Avengers shared a glance. You know the one that indicated that they were communicating telepathically or something, and quietly got up from the table where they held their meetings and left, with the exception of Steve, whom had decided for some god forsaken reason to hang back and speak to him.

"Tony-"

"Not now Steve." Tony said as he walked away, hoping that he could make it to the nearest elevator so that he could go to his lab and lock himself inside before Cap. could stop him. However Steve merely walked passed him to the elevator and before he could so much as say 'no, don't' had ripped the panel with the button out and was crushing it in his hand as he turned to him with a semi pleasant smile and said,

"Now we can talk while we walk." While Tony could do nothing more than gape at him for his audacity. Honestly his favorite Cap. Cicle was beginning to cost him a small fortune in repairs!

Did the man have no shame?

As it was he and everyone else would be deprived of coffee for at least the next three days after he had so mercilessly gone from floor to floor breaking all of the coffee/cappuccino machines in the building!

"W-Wha- Why would you- What is wrong with you?" Tony snapped after floundering for a moment for something to say. Steve just folded his arms over his broad chest and stared at him pointedly as if to say whatever was wrong with him was entirely his fault as Tony said, "Great, just great. I have to get to my lab. And now I have to take the stairs. Are you happy now? Time is of the essence and there is a life on the line and I have to take the damned stairs! If you weren't my favorite Cap. Cicle, I'd toss your sorry ass out of my building!" Tony ranted as he shook his fist at the man.

Steve looked less than impressed as he asked in a bored tone. "You and what army?"

"Me and my army of minion hi-tech suits! That's what army, now get out of my damned face! I have shit to do." Tony growled at him as he stomped off towards the stairs as Steve silently followed along behind him. Wondering just what the hell had Tony so riled.

It couldn't have been the lack of coffee or cappuccino. Well, not completely anyways.

Could it have been that weird phone call he had gotten during the meeting? And if so, what the hell was going on that was so important? He wondered as he followed Tony out of the stairway to the thirtieth floor, where he kept his lab and a few other places that were mostly off limits to the rest of the Avenger's, for security reasons.

Something that Steve had never held against Tony, he was after all a genius inventor. And half of the stuff he developed was to face new threats and never-before-seen villains.

Tony didn't even notice him slipping into his lab right behind him and stood there in the door way for a good ten minutes watching Tony bounce back and forth from one side of the room to the other as he grabbed a few gadgets, a briefcase that he then walked over to a safe that he kept hidden in the wall of his lab (when did that even get there?) and began to put money, credit cards, gold bars-

"Uh...Tony?"

The man didn't respond so either he didn't hear him or he was flat out ignoring him. Which was a stupid thing to do since Steve was beginning to think that feds were going to be storming the building any minute now to arrest his friend.

Which was...mildly alarming to say the least. Seriously though, did he rob a fucking bank or something? Sure he knew that Tony had money, but why keep some in a safe?

It couldn't be an emergency fund. Tony would never limit himself with what he considered to be 'pennies'. He would literally rather die first. So Steve could only assume that the mysterious phone call had something to do with this...weirdness...

And then things went a little bit too far- when Tony pulled out- a semi automatic hand gun and then grabbed the clip and popped the thing into place like a pro and then placed it inside of the briefcase and then closed it just as Steve reached him and yanked the case out of his hands.

Willow stepped out of the hotel bathroom with a towel wrapped around her petite frame and stepped up to the mirror hanging on the wall of the room that she had rented upon finally arriving and took a good look at herself.

She'd had to alter her appearance a bit since escaping from her father's home this morning. For instance, her once near rear length red hair had been cut to just below her shoulders in a straight bob, and her naturally red hair had been dyed a reddish blond color that would be easy to change back later on.

She'd stopped by her local bank and gotten out several thousand dollars since she had needed enough to live on for a little while. After which she had ditched the car that she was using, gone shopping for necessities and clothing. After that she had taken rented a car and then gone to a hotel as far away from her father's home as possible.

To be perfectly honest, she wasn't all that sure what to do now.

Sure some people had broken into her father's home, and she had taken percautions to keep herself hidden. But at the moment she wasn't completely sure if it was utterly necessary or not.

Was she maybe being a little bit paranoid? Or did she really have to worry about those thugs trying to actually hunt her down?