England 1994

"Here we go old chap," Sherlock said as he helped the much taller man of John Watson sit.
"Thank you Holmes," Watson said as he relaxed into his new arm chair. Sherlock had met Watson at St Barts hospital about a week ago. Sherlock had been taken there by Mrs Hudson after he was shot when he was on a case. Although Sherlock was perscried bed rest he refused and he was to stubben to try and argue with so the nurses let him be.
It was on one of his rounds where he stumbled across a privet room near the back of the hospital. The door was slightly opened and a man was in there. He looked misrable and lonley. He had obviously been a soldier of some sort. He had blonde hair and a blonde moustashe. His eyes were blue and haunted. He had a bandage around his knee and his leg was elevated. He was staring up at the celing almost not there.
"Please do come in," a voice said and Sherlock realised with a jolt that it was the man in that room.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"I have acute hearing and I heard your footsteps. There are only two doctors who bother coming down here. Me and my doctor so I knew you weren't him as you stopped outside the door. He would have just burst in," the man said turning to look at Sherlock. "My names John. John Watson."
Sherlock nodded and walked forward. "Sherlock Holmes," he said shaking the offered hand.
"What you in for?" Watson asked.
"Oh bulit wound," Sherlock said pushing his pajama top aside to show the bandage on the top of his arm. "Let me guess you are a war vetiran. You was a war doctor but also fought on the front lines. You were given honarable discharge after sustaining a bulit in the knee. You were sent back to England after it turned septec beacuse it would never be the same again. When you returned to England you found all your family had passed on. Your mother finally lost her fight with cancer, your father died of a broken heart and your brother Hamish died of alcahol abuse," Sherlock said. Watson's jaw dropped.
"How did you know that?" he asked. Sherlock smiled and shrugged awkwadly. "I think it was cool," Watson said and smiled and that was how the two men became friends.

"Sherlock? are you there?" Sherlock snapped out of the memory with a hand waving in his face and John's voice in his ear.
"Beg pardon?" Sherlock asked.
"I said can you help me up," John repeated.
"Why?" Sherlock asked.
"I want some tea," John replied.
"MRS HUDSON!" Sherlock bellowed.
"Yes Sherlock?" she replied comming up the stairs.
"Doctor Watson requires tea. And do not poison it Nanny," Sherlock replied.
"Oh there's enough of that in you already," Mrs Hudson said as she ruffled Sherlock's hair. Sherlock growled and moved away from the hand and flattened his hair.
"LEAVE IT ALONE NANNY!" he bellowed.

America 2003

"TONY!" Pepper shouted and pulled the man into a hug.
"Pepper?" he asked as she pulled away from him again.
"Sorry Mr Stark I. . . I. . . I don't know what came over me," Pepper stammered.
"No it's OK," Tony whispered and pulled Pepper back in for a hug. Three months he had been gone. Three whole months and now he was home again and he was happy. He climbed into the limo with Pepper and ordered a press confrance.

Yeah right. That was all a year ago it was now 2004 and Tony was still Iron Man but for know he was on different mission. To find his brother. He was in England with Pepper and the other Avengers as they refused to let him go alone it seemed. "Where was it again?" Tony asked Pepper.
"221B Baker Street," Pepper replied for the fifth time. Tony nodded and looked out of the window at the passing trafic. Soon the limo came to a hault. Another limo was sat outside the door as was a police car and another car. The avengers raised their eyebrows and followed Tony up the stairs.
"HOW COULD YOU DO IT THOUGH SHERLOCK!" a voice yelled. "YOU MADE US THINK YOU WERE DEAD!"
"I said I was sorry John," another voice replied much more calmly. "And Mycroft knew. My dear lying brother knew."
"Sherlock what are you on about?" another voice asked.
"You told me you told JOHN I WAS ALIVE!" the second voice yelled.
"DO NOT SHOUT AT ME SHERLOCK STARK!" the third voice shouted.
"What?" the second (now identified as Sherlock) said.
"I said don't shout at me," Mycroft replied.
"What did you say after that?" Sherlock asked.
"Your name," Mycroft replied.
"Mycroft what are you not telling me?" Sherlock asked.
"What the hell do you thinks happaning?" Steve Rogers asked.
"Well their having an argument now be quite!" Tony snapped in a whisper.
"I don't know what you mean Sherlock," Mycroft replied.
"TELL ME!" Sherlock yelled.
"YOUR ADOPTED!" Mycroft yelled.
"Me thinks it's time to intervine," Tony said and banged loudly on the door. A ruffled elderly woman answered the door and she screamed. Tony and the other avengers covered their ears and several pairs of feet ran down the stairs and soon Sherlock, Mycroft, Lestrade, John Mary and Irene Adler where stood there gaping at the people in the door way.
"Was this a bad time?" Tony asked.