Tony

The sun was steadily rising, the light blue hue of the horizon shined against the buildings of New York City. The Stark Tower was catching the starting light at the tip of its construction. The sun soon beamed in through the glass that lit up the living area. Tony was snoring while he slept on the couch. He was still asleep as the sun slowly moved across the floor and climbed the couch. Tony was still sleeping away as it touched his legs and moved up his body, then it hit his face.

Tony opened his eyes and was met with a blinding hello from the sun. He yelped and fell off the couch, he groaned loudly as he laid on the floor. His head was pulsing and he groaned as he pushed himself up. The sun came again and he put up his hand and covered his eye. He sighed "FRIDAY, transition"

The glass suddenly darkened and the light from the sun became more bearable. He took his hand away from his eyes and slowly got to his feet. He felt the world move a little. If he wanted to experience the rotation of the Earth, drinking was a good way to do that. He slowly walked toward the kitchen. He slowly made a pot of coffee, he grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge for a head start on his hangover. He soon found it was better to avoid the light all together, he kept his back to it.

The coffee was well underway when he had finished two bottles of water. Tony put the cap on the third one and he set it on the counter. He put his hand to his temple and he sighed as his headache kept bugging him. He needed to find the aspirin. He walked over to one of the cupboards and he found all the things he used when he got drunk when he was younger. Funny enough, he had a cupboard for hangovers. He grabbed the aspirin and he took the cap off and poured two into his palm.

He quickly put them in his mouth and swallowed them. He put the cap back on and put it away. He turned back toward the water bottle and he grabbed it, he pulled the cap off and topped it off. The water bottle sat next to the other two finished ones. Tony was rubbing his temples when he heard the coffee stop. He already had his mug out, he quickly poured himself some black coffee and he took a little sip. He was feeling a little better when he heard the wall at the top of the stairs open. Tony took another sip of his black coffee and frowned. Then he heard someone crawling in through the hole that he built for Peter. He suddenly realized it was Peter and he made his way to the stairs, graciously taking another sip of his coffee.

He saw Peter, standing at the top of the stairs, and he looked like a mess. The right side of his suit along the ribs was cut and dried blood covered the entire side of his torso. Tony also saw the long five slash marks on his chest, not to mention his face. Which the mask was torn and his cheek could be seen and the nasty scrap he had along the cheek. Peter had his hand on his left side of his ribs. "Hey Tony" he said with a tired breath.

Tony's eyes widened and he suddenly forgot he was still hungover and climbed the stairs quickly and helped Peter walk down the stairs. Tony led him over to the couch and set him down, feeling a little dizzy afterwards. He took a deep breath and held back the vomit and he took another sip of his coffee. Peter pulled off his mask and his brown hair was wet with sweat, and his left side of his face was covered in blood from the scratch on his cheek. It was also on his neck. Peter sighed in comfort as he sat on the couch. Tony walked forward a little "What the hell happened to you?"

Peter looked at him "Let's just say, cats are mean"

"A cat did that to you, more like a mountain lion"

Peter chuckled and his face instantly went from amusement to pain. "My rib is broken" he said through a grimace. Tony dragged a chair over and took a seat. "Why did you come here?"

Peter sighed "Only place in New York I can go that doesn't have Aunt May in it"

Tony held back the smile, he was more worried about Peter, especially because he looked like he got mauled by a tiger. "Who did this?"

"Black Cat" Peter said

Tony frowned "The robber"

"Burglar" Peter corrected

Tony sighed "Did you stop her?" He asked, even though that looked unlikely from the state of him.

Peter exhaled and shook his head "No, just got scratched"

"Scratched?" Tony said looking at the large deep slashes in his skin.

Peter sighed in pain "I'll be healed in a day or two"

"Which is why you should be somewhere where they treat these type of injuries"

Peter only chuckled, which was directly followed by a gasp in pain. Tony shook his head "I'm calling…"

"Not Aunt May!" Peter quickly exclaimed

Tony continued "Sam"

Peter raised his eyebrows "Oh"

Tony held back the smile again and he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple again. Peter frowned "Headache?"

"Something like that" Tony answered.

Peter sighed "Can you help me get my suit off?"

"Sure" Tony said, he got up. "I have a pair of normal clothes in the lab in the cabinet of my work station.

Peter closed his eyes as Tony slowly made his way toward the stairs. Peter opened his eyes and he started to take his torso off and he gasped as the fabric brushed against his wounds. Peter let go of the fabric and he closed his eyes and lightly patted his thigh. He could wait.

Tony returned with a simple pair of jeans, a shirt and socks. Tony set them next to Peter and then came the painful part. Tony helped Peter take off his torso and the fabric stuck to the dried blood slightly and after loud groans of pain from Peter, it came off. Peter tossed it away and he looked at his wounds. They were deep, very deep. He needed stitches, well he would if he didn't heal fast enough that he didn't need them. Tony looked at them "She got you good"

"Yeah" Peter said, his jaw was already healed before he came. He sighed and he looked at the slash on his side and he closed his eyes as he saw his rib slightly. Tony noticed too. "She cut you down to the rib"

"Yeah, she sure did"

"Are you sure you don't need stitches?"

"Yeah, I healed from a broken back in a week, this is nothing"

Tony sighed "Okay, well will they leave scars?"

"Not sure, probably not. I regenerate every cell"

Tony sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. "I'm getting the sense she did that on purpose"

Peter looked at him "Why wouldn't she, she's a criminal, and dangerous"

Tony only gave him a look, "I know who Black Cat is"

Peter's eyes widened "What, no you don't"

"Felicia Hardy, you brought her to Barnes and Hill's wedding"

Peter nervously chuckled, Tony shook his head "You two were dating?" he asked, well more like accused.

"Yeah, almost a year"

"What happened?"

"She wouldn't stop stealing things, she committed a robbery while we were on a date, and I stopped her as Spider-Man."

Tony nodded "Well ain't that a deal breaker"

"Yeah, and I'm going to assume that these are because we broke up" Peter said

"Yep, you pissed her off. You're the one who broke up with her right?"

"Yeah"

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

"We discussed it together, we both knew that it probably wouldn't work out. Since she was a criminal and I was a guy who stops criminals"

"Vigilante"

"Yeah, anyway, I don't know. I've seen her a few times before last night and it was tense, but not like last night"

"With any relationship, there's always going to be feelings. Believe me I learned that the hard way"

"So she's pissed that I broke up with her."

"Obvious, but I don't know if filleting you like a piece of meat is pissed" Tony said.

Peter smiled uneasily "Yeah, that's more like I want to kill you mad"

"Well I assume that you did, did…the" Tony said waving his hand and hesitating.

Peter sighed "Yes we had sex"

"Once?" Tony asked

Peter didn't say anything, Tony nodded "yeah, and was it bad?"

Peter frowned "Why would we do it more than once if we didn't like it?"

"You'd be amazed" Tony said and he sighed "Anyway, yeah. She's mad"

Peter titled his head "Well it's too late now, I think this" he said indicating his chest "is a clear enough message"

Tony frowned "You're probably right, she must have really liked you" he said getting to his feet.

Peter looked up at him "I really liked her"

"Then why did you break up with her?"

"Like I said…"

"I know what you said, but really. Come on, a little forgiveness never hurts anyone"

"That was the sixth time she did a robbery while we were on a date"

"And you stopped her as Spider-Man, every time"

"Not every time, but yeah the seventh was enough"

"Did she use you to get into places?"

"No, just close enough"

Tony nodded "Well time to move on buddy"

Peter nodded "Yeah, well how are you doing?" Peter answered, full aware that he had been drinking.

Tony sighed "I got drinking again"

"Why?" Peter asked

"Pepper left" Tony said as he turned away and walked toward the kitchen. Peter frowned "Left, left?"

"Out the door and never coming back" Tony said

Peter stood up and he winced as his wounds reacted to his movement. "Well you have to get her back"

Tony laughed harshly "I don't have a lot of luck with people who leave me"

Peter frowned slightly, then walked forward "This is Pepper we're talking about"

Tony put his hand on the counter and he nodded "Yeah" he said softly

"Why did she leave?"

"I was not with her" Tony said, his back to Peter.

"With her?" Peter asked

"Yeah, I wasn't with her" Tony said waving his hand figuratively.

"You didn't spend time with her?"

"No, I just didn't see her"

"You spent time with her, but she could tell she wasn't on your mind"

"She always could tell when I was thinking about something. I put myself into my work" he laughed "I have become my father" he said bitterly.

"You're just a workaholic" Peter said

"Yeah, well my dad was that too"

"Yeah, but you're Iron Man"

"You don't have to remind me, that suit has cost me a lot of grief."

"Are you blaming the suit now?" Peter asked bluntly.

Tony turned and looked at him "What?"

"You're blaming the suit on your situation"

"No, I'm blaming myself. I love being Iron Man"

"Do you love it more than Pepper?" Peter asked

Tony looked away and took a deep breath "How did my mom put up with my dad?" he asked himself more than Peter.

"They talked and worked it out" Peter answered him.

Tony looked at him "They always worked it out, but…I'm a handful."

Peter walked forward "Tony, apologize to her. Invite her back here and reconcile"

Tony sighed "I'll just make it worse"

"How?" Peter asked

"I'll find something to do that'll mess it up"

"Like what?"

"Work on a new suit, change tires on my car…I don't KNOW!" Tony suddenly snapped.

Peter took a step back as Tony slammed his hand onto the counter. He hit it again and again. He yelled in frustration. "I destroy everything around me" he said softly. Peter sighed and walled forward "Tony" he said

Tony held back a frown and his lip twitched slightly "I'll call Sam"

Peter watched Tony turned and walk away from him. He took a deep breath and winced from his rib. Peter nodded, Sam.

Siberia

The base was becoming more hectic by the day. Niko had all of his men in Siberia, and they were working around the clock. Niko had his plan under wraps and the only person that knew it was Yelena. With the amount of men and equipment, it was like a country going off to war, well Niko was going off to war. Standing on a long metal bridge that surrounded the entire main area within the mountain was Magnus. He stood with his arms at his side, his hands lightly shaking. He was out of his armor, but he had his usual black sweater on and his gun in its holster. He also had the mask on, he never took it off. Unless he had to eat of course, but even then, he was alone when he did that. He spent most of his time alone, any other time he was following orders. He didn't have an opinion on orders, he didn't have an opinion on anything.

Magnus didn't even care to have an opinion, he just did what he was told. He didn't remember much of anything either. Niko found him under ruble and dirt, he took him away and brought him here. Magnus found out he had these powers after Niko put him through something, he couldn't even remember what it was. If anything, he was too hurt to recollect, or he just suppressed it.

Magnus looked down from the bridge he was standing on, he saw what was going to be the Avenger's downfall, and he knew it was one of Niko's goals. But Magnus didn't even smile at the fact of doing anything. He didn't have a thought against the Avengers, he didn't even know who they were. But Niko saved him, and with his skill set, he offered his help. Niko declined at first, then he convinced him. Magnus had been his right hand man ever since, he told he needed a replacement, he lost his other right hand man a while ago. Magnus didn't even ask what happened to the man, he just got healed up and started following orders.

Magnus turned and walked along the bridge, he looked at his watched that was hidden under his sweater's sleeve. It was time for him to report, he saw that there was no on in his way and he ran forward and he burst through the air and went around corner after corner. He left nothing behind him, it was like he was just the wind. Magnus arrived at Niko's door and he stood up straight. He sighed and opened the door. Magnus walked in and saw Niko sitting at his couch. Magnus had both hands together, but behind his back. Niko sat up once he saw him, he smiled "Magnus"

Magnus gave him a nod, Niko chuckled "Anything to report?"

Magnus looked at him and spoke, his voice was robotic. "Everything is going according to plan"

"Good, how is my little project?"

"Almost finished sir"

Niko laughed "Just wait till they see the little old thing"

Magnus got the joke, he didn't laugh though. "I will return and keep you updated on progress."

"Very good, Magnus how's the head bothering you?"

Magnus didn't even react "Not a problem sir"

Niko smiled "good"

Magnus turned and walked away, he made his way down the hallway and he sprinted and he was back to his original place in less than three seconds. Niko took a deep breath "He seems to be doing well"

"From all the damage done to him, I would suspect that he has made a full recovery" the low gravelly voice said

"Except his vocal cords" Niko said

"Yes, they were damaged severely, it may take longer for them to heal"

"The robotic voice is creepy, that'll help"

"I would have guessed you'd say that"

Niko shrugged "I'm getting so close"

"Yes"

"I just need to find Sean Richardson"

Peter

Peter was sitting on a couch and his was fully wrapped up and he had normal clothes on. He needed to fix his suit when he got back. Sam had come and got him, and now he was sitting on the couch, doing his very best not to move as his wounds healed. He could feel the one on his rib already healing, it was burning with a slight tickle. Steve was gone, so Peter had to deal with Sam. Peter hardly knew him.

The lounge was big, it had a kitchen to the side and Peter felt a little hungry. He would go home after his wounds heal up a bit, it was hard enough to sit in a Quinjet. Every time it banked it made his wound on his side ache. Peter yawned, he didn't really sleep the night before, and he saw the opportunity. He could sleep, it sure would make the time go by much faster. Peter was sitting on a couch and he was alone. He shrugged and propped his feet up and laid down. He rested his head on the pillow it was cold at first, but it soon warmed up. Peter took a deep breath and he made sure to exhale even slower. He did it successfully and he didn't hurt. Peter closed his eyes and he hadn't really noticed how tired he was. He soon felt warm and toasty, his breathing became slow and heavy. This is a comfortable couch.

Peter was soon asleep and off into the mystery of dreams.

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