"I'd love to go back to America. It was of course where I was born," Irene said smiling.
"I shall also go," Sherlock said nodding and smiling at his twin. (Mycroft had already left as he felt no need to be there anymore.)
"I don't see any harm in it dear so count me in," Mrs Hudson agreed.
"Oh John why don't we also go. Mr Stark is right I do so wish to work with children and everyone I have gone to here regected me," Mary begged. Watson looked at the pleading eyes of his wife, best freind and ex-landlady and sighed.
"Yes, OK fine," he said and smiled when he saw his friends eyes light up.
"Watson we must order tickets immidiatly!" Sherlock said jumping up.
"No need. All you'll need is your passport and luggage," Tony said smirking.
"Why?" Irene asked narrowing her eyes.
"We are taking Stark indestries privet jet back," Tony replied.
"You have a privet jet?" Watson asked.
"He has more then that," Clint mumbled.
"Hello America's one and only billienair here!" Tony said waving with a smug smile on his face.
"Say nothing. If his head gets any bigger it wont fit in his Iron Man helmet," Steve warned.
"IRON MAN!" Watson screeched and cleared his throat in embarrisment when everyone turned to him. "That means you are the hulk. You're the only one Sherlock didn't make deductions about, along with Mr Stark, your Captain America, Hawkeye, Blackwidow and Thor," Watson said. "I've heard of you. In-fact I'm following one of your many facebook pages," Watson said.
"Are what?" all the avengers asked at the same time.
"Facebook pages," Watson replied and pulled out a very old battred phone. He got said facebook page up and showed it to them.
"Cool," Tony said smirking at some of the pictures that had been taken. "How many followers?" Tony asked looking up.
"I don't know. Maybe six hundred million," Watson replied and everyone gaped at him. "That's including me yes," Watson replied.
"That's a helleva lot of people," Clint said.
"Most are children I will admit and teenage girls," Watson replied slightly flushing.
Later that day everyone was at their repective houses packing. Mrs Hudson had put 221B Baker street up for sale and Lestrade brought it for some bizzar reason. Tony helped move the paper work on quikely and by the afternoon Lestrade owned 221B and Mrs Hudson, Irene Adler, Sherlock Stark (he disided to keep 'Holmes' last name for buisness and so forth but changed it to 'Stark' for everything else), John Watson and Mary Watson were American citazans living in the Avengers Tower.
Pretty soon they were all strapped up into Stark Indestries privet jet and flying over the atlantic. Natasha and Steve were flying, Clint and Thor were watching a movie, Watson and Mary were snogging by the window, Mrs Hudson was sleeping in her chair, Pepper was on her blackberry doing god knows what and Tony was talking with Sherlock. Actually the pair were playing twenty questions. "Faviroute food?" Tony asked.
"I do not see the point in eating. But when forced I must admit I do like bacon," Sherlock replied.
"He sounds like you Tony!" Clint yelled form his seat.
"Drink?" Sherlock asked.
"Coffee," both replied at the same time. They smiled at each other and carried on getting to know each other. When the plane landed everyone was tired and hungry. Including Tony and Sherlock. Five limos were waiting at the air port. Happy Hogan was stood beside one smirking while the others had different drivers waiting besides.
"OK everybody in," Tony said gesturing to the limo where Happy was stood. Tony then ordered the others to collect the luggage and seperate it into the five limos and meet them at the Avengers Tower. When he climbed into the limo most of the people had fallen asleep. In-fact the only people awake were Irene, Pepper, Sherlock and Mrs Hduson (as she had slept on the jet). "Man those guys must have been wacked," Tony mused.
"Yes well (yawn) it's been a long (yawn) day," Pepper said and rubbed her eyes.
"Sleep my red-hot-Pepper-Potts. I'll wake you when we arrive home," Tony said smiling as Pepper laid her head on Tony shoulder an drifted off to sleep. Tony found himself adsentmindedly stroking her hair and smiling softly. Soon Irene and Sherlock were in the same position.
"This is so strange," Mrs Hudson muttered. "Mr Stark I do hope you don't play the violin," Mrs Hudson said.
"No I play the piano," Tony admitted his face flushing slightly.
"Please tell me you do not play it a three in the morning!" she begged.
"Hevens no. I am eaither in my workshop or lab working or asleep at three in the morning," Tony said. "Why?"
"Sherlock atempts to play his violin at three in the morning," Mrs Hudson said.
"It helps me to think nanny," Sherlock snapped.
"Yes well it doesn't help the rest of us sleep Sherlock," Mrs Hudson said.
"I don't give a damn," Sherlock muttered. Irene slapped Sherlock around the back of the head and glared at him. "Unless it's you of course my dear," Sherlock said smiling at his partner. Irene rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. Tony smiled, he could really get used to this.