Chapter 12

Bruce lifted the septor carefully into the case, being very cautious not to drop it, since that was the very flaw that led to nearly destroying everyone and everything in the tower.

Tony was trying to help clean up in the lab, but his hand burdened his normally grabby hands that came with being a mechanic.

"Your turn," Natasha motioned with her finger for Tony to let her get rid of the glass in his hand after she was finished with Clint's arm.

"When did I become a nurse..." she mumbled while she expertly removed the shards of glass.

"You're creepy good at that," Tony told her honestly, just for a moment acting human.

"I've had a lot of experience," Natasha replied simply, the same way she replied to every question that led back to the time before the avengers, before shield, and before she thought herself good.

Clint had been listening to their conversation, and when Natasha fled the room to be alone, Clint wasn't surprised.

He knew why she was uneasy on the topic. He knew a lot about her that he would never in a million years tell another living soul.

"Dinner?" Steve finally asked no one in particular, tossing the last piece of broken table into the garbage shoot, wiping his hands on a rag left on a metal stool in the corner of the lab.

"Certainly, Captain," Thor told him happily, leaning forward from his previous position leaned against the counter of one of Bruce's lab tables.

"Where'd Natasha go?" Steve directed the question at Tony and Clint, noticing the absence of the widow.

"Went to bed, she was tired," Clint said quickly, before Tony could say anything.

Tony looked at Clint with confusion, then dropped the topic. He really didn't care what those two did. They were confusing teammates, a couple, friends...? Tony didn't really know what to call them.

"Dinner for five then," Steve said casually, grabbing his old-fashioned basic phone from his jean's back pocket to order take out.

The rest of them filed into the main room once the delivery man had rung up to the top of avenger's tower.

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"I don't get it," Tony was yelling at the TV, "Why don't the Ewoks ever do anything other than kill stormtroopers? They're freaking fuzz balls, they could seriously use those things for more than just comedy!"

Steve and Thor didn't exactly understand the movie, but they were trying to pay attention.

"I think they used puppets for those, so I'm not surprised that they just bounce around," Bruce said. Tony and him had been doing a back and forth argument about the technology behind Star Wars since they turned the movie on.

"Nooo, stupid, they used a puppet for YODA! Not the Ewoks, the Ewoks are people in costumes with fur and crap," Clint said, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Right," Tony rolled his eyes.

Tony caught sight of the digital clock on the cable box when he rolled his eyes, noticing that it was already eleven o'clock.

"Well, you people enjoy the movie, I've got stuff to do..." he hopped up, his eyes darting to the staircase down to his workshop.

"Tony," Bruce knew if he let Tony go down to the workshop now, he wouldn't sleep all night.

"Good night!" Tony was already half way down the stairs.

Bruce figured if Tony wasn't back before the end of the movie he'd drag him upstairs.

Clint exchanged a short glance with Bruce, who nodded and shook his head, as if to say, "Eh, it's fine."

Clint didn't seemed to believe him, but he went back to watching the movie, repositioning his injured arm so that it was hanging off the couch instead of underneath him.

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"Jarvis, open up the files from the old arc reactor models," Tony ordered, not exactly sure what find of flaw he was looking for.

Moments earlier...

Tony opened the door to the lab, and left it locked behind him, changing the passcode to something new. He didn't feel like being yelled at about going to sleep tonight.

He opened his email on his computer, expecting some sort of "It was nice to see you the other day," from Rhodey, but the only thing he found was an email from...

No, that couldn't be right, Tony thought. The sender's email was Obidiah's old address.

Who in their right mind hacked Obi's account..? Tony thought to himself.

He opened it, expecting some sort of prank mail from someone who didn't have anything better to do, but instead, he found something odd.

Remember the arc reactor I took from you? Remember when I yanked it out of your chest? Did that hurt? I'm sorry. Check up on your old arc files, the ones we designed. I'm sure you'll find something you know I can fix. Only me. When you get desperate enough, here's my number. 938-384-2581 (This isn't a number in real life, don't call it), and I hope you come to your senses before our flaw catches up with you.

Tony was perplexed. He was speechless. He opened the files.

PRESENT TIME...

"Dammit," Tony muttered, finding what the email had told him about.

A wire, attached to the outside of the reactor, which had apparently been used in every model, had a small nook in the end, where a rock-like dust sat.

It didn't look deadly, which calmed the twisting feeling in Tony's stomach. But it must be something.

"Jarvis, you seein' this?" Tony asked his AI.

"Yessir, it seems that there's an explosive powder embedded in the end of a wire, which was used in every model of your current arc reactor.

"Explosive?!"

"Sir, I suggest calling the number in that email. It seems that they know how to fix it, whereas, I have little knowledge of how you would be able to remove such a small substance without ruining the wiring," Jarvis told him, his scanners immediately updating the phone number to Tony's personal cell.

"You think it could really be him?" Tony asked, and if Jarvis wasn't mistaken, he caught a bit of fear behind that question.

"Obidiah's body was never found, it was thought to have exploded along with the arc reactor in the factory," Jarvis informed him.

"So he's still out there, just waiting for another chance to find something I owe him, is that it?" Tony grew angrier every second he thought about it. He shoved a computer monitor into the wall, cracking the wires attached to the back.

"I suppose I'll add that to your personal bill," Jarvis intoned.

"Sorry," Tony apologized.

"It's your computer, sir, I am required to allow you to do anything and everything with your own property," Jarvis told him.

"I designed you per-fect-ly," Tony stretched out the word happily, then his face hardened at the thought of Obidiah being alive.

SO, WHO LIKED THE TWIST?

I thought it was cool, but then again, usually I don't go for people who change the previous movie's plot.

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