A/N: I would like to apologize to everyone for not updating in a while. I know it is no excuse, but I have been very busy with my high school's FIRST Robotics team and have very little time to be home. Also, I would like to apologize for the boring chapter, as it was mainly taken from the movie, but I will assure you that the fun is about to begin and this chapter was necessary. I want you to know that I love each and every one of you, whether you just visit my story or you review/follow/favorite; you guys keep me going. Lastly, I would like to thank my reviewers funnygirl00, EdithOfGames, and Miyoung. Thanks everyone!

Chapter 10

Dammit. Was everyone on this stupid helicopter-thing against him? Tony could feel his anger bubbling up, but not at Rika. At Rogers. Was the Captain ever not interfering in other people's business? Hell, who was America's Golden Boy to tell Tony Stark he couldn't talk to the Asgardian? Sure she told him she didn't want to talk, but if it weren't for Rogers he probably could have made her listen.

Tony kicked a nearby chair, causing a few others in the room to jump as it skidded across the floor. The genius ignored them, too fed up with the day's events to even care whether they thought he belonged in a mental hospital or not. It's not like they didn't think he belonged in one already.

Dear God, Tony's life was screwed up. But then again he was only partially to blame. Who was it that spent more time looking for that goddamned super-soldier's frozen ass than spending time with his child? Oh that's right, Tony's dad. The man who created Rogers and everything about him that is actually decent. The man who loved Rogers more like a son than his own son. Howard Stark.

Tony rubbed his temples, deciding that he needed to leave before he killed the next person who tried to make decent conversation with the billionaire. And what always made him feel better when he was pissed off? Alcohol and science! And since Fury hated them all and wouldn't allow for any of the good drinks to be on this flying metal death-trap, Tony resorted to the latter and went back to the lab that he had previously been working in with the doctor.

As the man walked in, Bruce looked up from his work on Loki's staff. He appeared hopeful, but quickly noticed that Tony was not in a good mood. "Did it not go well?"

The billionaire scoffed and moved next to Bruce, clicking his tongue in an irritating way. "Oh, what do I start with? Should it be the fact that I didn't get a chance to apologize, or the fact that the Capsicle was in there with her and slammed the door in my face?"

The doctor looked up from his work curiously. "Rogers was in there?"

Tony snorted. "He wouldn't leave. Like he really cared; that asshole just wanted to get on my nerves." The genius rolled his eyes as he tried, but failed, to focus on the task at hand.

"Why was the captain there?"

"How should I know," Tony shrugged, "it's not like I actually care."

Bruce nodded.

"Hey, you know what's weird?" The doctor asked suddenly.

Tony looked at his companion curiously.

Bruce stood up and pushed the glasses up further on his face. "Why did SHIELD even want the Tesseract in the first place?"

Tony took a moment to think before rushing over to one of the computers, his mind racing. "That's a good question." It was only a few more minutes before Fury rushed in, looking angrier than usual and pointing fingers at Tony. But Tony had all the information he needed.

"What are you doing in here, Mr. Stark?" The dark-skinned man didn't seem fit for the shade of red that he always seemed to wear on his face, but somehow knowing that little bit of humor made Tony's answer come easier.

"I could ask you the same thing, Nick." Oh yes, Tony could see that little vein on the side of Fury's neck appear to pop out even further with contempt.

"You're supposed to be locating the Tesseract."

"And you'll get your cube back; no muss, no fuss." The genius waved the other man off, before turning the computer monitor towards the director. "What is phase 2?" Tony had finally caught the spy in his own game, and Fury knew it too. On the screen everyone on the room could clearly see the weapons on the screen.

"Phase 2 is SHEILD using the cube to make weapons," the voice came from the hall, then as quick as it had come the Captain was in the door with a large box in his arms.

"Why were you lying?" Tony turned to Fury, trying not to glare at the Super Soldier who was directly in front of him.

"I was wrong, director." Rogers cut him off, "The world hasn't changed a bit."

The billionaire clenched his jaw, biting back a retort as he saw Natasha walk in with the two Asgardians. Tony could almost laugh at his awful situation.

"Did you know about this?" Bruce shot at Natasha, his voice more angry than Tony was used to.

The red-headed woman shot the doctor a stern glare. "I think you need to remove yourself from this environment, doctor."

"I was in Calcutta." He shot back, "I was pretty well removed."

The agent frowned. "Loki's manipulating you."

"And you've been doing what, exactly?"

"You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you."

"Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy. I'd like to know why SHEILD is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction!"

"Because of him!" Fury cut in suddenly, making Tony jump slightly as Thor gave an astonished shout.

"Me!"

"Him?" Rika looked insulted at the assumption against her brother.

"Oh, shut is princess." Tony regretted opening his mouth the moment two angry pairs of eyes met his.

"Who are you to insult me like that!"

"How dare you speak to my sister in such a way!"

"Back off Stark!" The Captain growled.

Tony clenched his fists and made a move towards the man that he hated with a passion. "Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me!"

Rogers rolled his eyes. "Big man in a suit of armor, take that off and what are you?

"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

Captain America scoffed. "I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. Yeah, I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."

Tony glared through the man as if by magic he could catch the idiot on fire. "I think I would just cut the wire."

"Always a way out," Rogers gave him a disbelieving look, "You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero!"

The genius steeled himself, ignoring the way Rogers face seemed to morph into his father's, and spat at the man who used to be Tony's childhood hero. "A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Rogers." There was venom in his voice. "Everything special about you came from a bottle!" Tony heard a female gasp and part of him knew he had taken it too far, but it was done.

"Put on the suit," Rogers growled, "Let's go a few rounds!"

Boom!