A/N: IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ. I had to do some chapter swapping due to my mistake of uploading the wrong chapter last week XP *facedesk*
The new chapter this week is now Chapter Nine, entitled 'Tech Gurus.'

An aggravated groan escaped Tony's mouth as he began plummeting to the ground for the umpteenth time. He crashed onto the hard floor of his garage and lay there for a moment. Testing new Iron Man suits could be such a pain in the neck. Literally.

"Shall we give it another go, sir?" Jarvis asked.

Pulling off his helmet, Tony answered: "So I can crash again? No thanks." He sat up and stretched. "You know Jarvis, I've been thinking-"

"Oh dear."

Tony wagged a finger in the air. "Don't interrupt. I should have a fall-back for when I retire from being Iron Man."

"What did you have in mind, sir?"

"Well I'm a pretty funny guy," Tony stood and removed the rest of his suit and put it away to work on later. "I think I could do stand-up comedy. Or impressions at least. How's this:"

Covering one of his eyes, Tony turned on his heel and glared at nothing in particular. "I'm Nicolas J. Fury," he said in a gruff voice. "I can tell you what you ate for breakfast last Tuesday blah-ba-ty-blah-blah-blah. And if you do anything I don't like, I'll send Black Widow after you."

Now Tony pretended to fluff imaginary hair and checked his nails. "I can break your nose by flipping my hair," he said in a high pitched voice. "And give you cardiac arrest using only my pinky."

"Hilarious sir," Jarvis said.

Tony ignored the sarcastic tone in Jarvis' voice. Wait, can robot butlers be sarcastic?

"I ain't finished yet." Tony reprimanded. He snatched a hammer off his work table. "HAVE AT THEE. VILE VILLIANS." He yelled, swinging the weapon. "I AM THE MIGHTY THOR. FEAR MY HAMMER, MY SHINY GOLDEN LOCKS, AND MY BICEPS THE SIZE OF CAMBODIA."

Then he swapped the hammer for a garbage can lid. Standing straight as a rod, he saluted and mocked the distinctly authoritative tone that was Captain America. "Justice. Patriotism. Honor. Integrity. Freedom. And other righteous adjectives. God bless America."

A pair of finger-glasses was Tony's next prop. "Clint," he assumed Bruce's calm voice. "Don't eat that last doughnut. I'll be hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry."

Dropping the glasses from his face, Tony held an imaginary bow. "Oh yeah?" he gave a cocky smirk to the air. "I can put an arrow in the doughnut hole from two miles away with my eyes closed using only the wind and echolocation. Furthermore, I-"

Tony jumped when he heard a noise behind him. Bruce had just walked in, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. "I came to see if you needed any help with the new suit," he offered.

Relieved he hadn't been caught, Tony accepted. Unfortunately for him, Clint would be sure to show him the footage later.

Iron Man was now the only Avenger completely unaware of the internet sensation that was Stark Fails.

"My voice is not that high pitched," Natasha crossed her arms defiantly. Clint cracked up. Even Steve couldn't resist the urge to grin.

Thor looked confused. "Are my arms really that gargantuan?" he inquired.

No one answered until the video ended. "I do not use echolocation." Clint muttered.

"He was right about one thing," Bruce spoke up. "You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry. Or sleepy for that matter."

Clint snapped his fingers. "That reminds me." He turned to Dr. Banner. "Do you remember that time when you took a cat-nap in Tony's lab?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. How'd you know about that?"

Hitting play on the video, Clint replied. "Just watch."

And thus, Bruce finally learns about the star stickers.

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