After watching Iron Man 1 again, I was hit with this plot bunny and just had to write it. I suppose you could consider this partly another Tony one, but it's more of a set up for a longer team one, though probably only one more chapter after this. I just couldn't keep doing oneshots, I guess *chuckles sheepishly*

The team limped back into the Tony's Malibu home, trying not to groan in stereo as their aches and stiffness registered stronger than before. It had been a rough battle, with none of them escaping fully unscathed. Natasha was practically unconscious from pain meds, as SHIELD medical had needed to reset a bad break in her arm. Clint had her good arm draped over his shoulders, helping her disembark the elevator, while trying valiantly to keep the room from spinning; he'd been hit hard by a piece of debris and was fighting a nasty headache. Steve was waiting for his enhanced healing to kick in for the burns along his torso that had incinerated his uniform, while Thor and Bruce were exhausted, struggling to stay upright. Tony was also bone tired, with simple scrapes along his body and face from where the armor had been dented. He was already calculating how much time it would take him to repair all the damage done to his suit.

Everyone collapsed onto the couches when they finally arrived in the living room. "Jarvis, could you order our usual from that pizza place? Tell them to charge it to my account."

"Will do, sir."

Nothing more was said as they all tried to relax a bit until the food arrived. It had been the second time they'd been called to help deal with Dr. Doom in the past week, and they were getting tired of it. They let the silence reign until the food arrived, when they decided to start a movie in the hopes of having a relaxing evening.

It had only been about two hours since they had arrived home, and Thor and Clint were arguing over the last slice of pizza while Steve and Bruce were debating on a second movie, when Jarvis interrupted them.

"Sir, I have vital information regarding your Recovery Project."

"Shit," Tony swore and jumped up, running over to one of the windows, where it immediately turned into a screen. "Where?"

"I have located two caches. One is in Qatar, and the other is in Oman."

Tony swore again, and didn't even look over his shoulder, his focus on the information at his fingertips. "Banner, get over here, I need you!" he called. "Jarvis, get me those coordinates!"

Bruce shot to his feet, hurrying over. The lazy quiet that had permeated the room had changed to a tense quiet, where everyone who was still awake had subtly moved, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. All except for Natasha, who had finally succumbed to the pain medication.

"What do you need?"

Tony swiped one of the screens closer to the other scientist. "Sort through that one. Isolate any large civilian areas, military bases, important cities, or whatever. Anything that would make a good target."

The two worked in silence for a few moments, while Steve, Thor and Clint exchanged worried looks. The supersoldier was just glad that he'd finally finished healing all of the burns.

"I've got a few for you here. I wasn't sure how far out you were wanting me to go," Bruce said, stepping back a bit.

"That's good, you've narrowed it down a bit," Tony muttered as he studied the two screens. "No, no, no," he chanted as he got rid of a few of the options, knowing that they weren't important enough. With one hand, he pulled out his StarkPhone and dialed without looking. "Rhodes, I've got a problem."

"What's up?" the colonel asked, setting aside his beer and standing. He could tell from Tony's tone that this was bad.

"Found two more in the Middle East. One's in Qatar and the other in Oman. I'm sending you the coordinates now." He waited impatiently, one hand still moving quickly over the screen. "Anything you guys can do to neutralize this?"

Rhodey muttered as he examined everything on his laptop, and sighed. "I'm 'fraid not, Tones. Air Force can't go in there."

Tony muttered something that no one really wanted to identify, and sighed. "I thought you were going to say that. Alright. Keep an eye out, and don't let them shoot me down, I've got to take care of this."

Rhodey gripped the phone tighter. "I'll handle the Air Force," he promised as he grabbed his car keys and flew out the door.

"Thanks," Tony said, getting rid of everything with a full swipe of his arm and ripped off his hoodie.

"Tony, call me when you're done, alright?" Rhodey knew that his friend could take care of himself, but he still worried sometimes.

"Will do, honeybear." Tony ended the call, and turned to the team, who were staring at him with mixed expressions. "I've got a few things to take care of, you guys enjoy the rest of the movie."

"Tony, what's going on?" Clint asked, reaching for his quiver.

But Tony ignored him, and started heading out of the room. "Jarvis, tell me I've got a suit I can use."

"The Mark 9 is 88% charged. Weapons systems online and stocked. I've also taken the liberty of loading the GPS into the systems as well."

"Thanks J," he said, voice fading as he jogged down the stairs, clearing agitated.

"What the hell was that?" Steve demanded, standing up and slipping his gloves back on.

Bruce had brought the files back up and was flipping through everything. They all looked up and saw Iron Man streak past the window like a bullet, quickly fading from sight. The scientist went back to his search, and his jaw dropped.

"What is it?" Thor asked, standing and picking up his hammer.

Bruce swallowed past the anger that threatened. "It's old Stark weapons. This is stuff he hasn't made in years." He hit a few more files. "Looks like a terrorist cell or two got their hands on a bunch."

Steve struggled to understand. He knew that Tony used to make weapons, like Howard before him, but had stopped around the same time he'd become Iron Man. Tony always refused to talk about the reasoning behind his decision to go from weapons manufacturing to clean energy. Not the most common of career shifts. "Why would terrorists have StarkTech?"

"Not tech, but weapons. And these are some of the older ones," Bruce corrected. He sighed. Tony had told him bits of the story, in confidence. He hated to break it, but this looked like an emergency to him. "Tony's old partner, Obadiah Stane, sold weapons under the table to terrorist cells. When he told me about it, though, he made it sound like he'd found them all."

"That explains his reaction. There's no way we're letting him handle this alone, right?" Clint demanded.

Steve shook his head. He pulled out the cell that Natasha had taught him how to use, and he was making a call to Fury. "Director, where is the closest jet to our location?"

Fury was immediately suspicious. "Why would you be wondering? I thought the battle was finished."

"It is, sir. But Tony needs our help with something, and he left already. So where can we find the nearest jet?"

"I'm sorry, but those are for SHIELD use only, not whatever joyride Mr. Stark has convinced you to take," he snapped, and hung up the phone.

"No worries," Clint told him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I've got an idea.

Been sitting on this for a while, and figured it worked for this series. :-) I'll have part 2 up soon, promises.