I CAN SEE THE REAL YOU

(SO, PLEASE. STOP CRYING)

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Disclaimer: Iron Man and Avenger belongs to Marvel. And Sherlock Holmes belonges to Arthur Conan Doyle. But idk Sherlock movie belongs to who :'D

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Genre (s): Hurt/Comfort/Family

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Warning: Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC, Mostly Fluff with a lot of Angst. I hope. Not Beta.

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"Solved it!"

Tony slammed the door open, swinging the paper in his hands like a child presenting his parents with an excellent exam score. He abruptly stopped when he heard a grunt though, and realized that there were other people standing outside his room; two tall, broad-shouldered people wearing black coats (and guns strapped to their belts. It's hidden. But living with two spy-slash-assassin trained him to look for anything that counted as suspicious), "oh...are you two Mycroft's bodyguards? Oops. Sorry about that."

The one who was unfortunate enough to stand behind the door just grunted back. Tony was just going to pretend that he accepted his apology and proceeded to step out. But the other one grasped is wrist; not too tightly so Tony knew he was not in trouble, "are you sure you're healthy enough to walk around, sir Tony?"

"Yup! Can't you see how great I look?"

Well, no actually. He knew his face still looked pale (breath, lung. Fucking breath!) and his hands were going clammy way too fast even though the December air was cooled enough to freeze you in one breath. Still, he can stand up without legs threatening to tumble down. And he could do fifty or so push-ups yesterday so it was a huge improvement!

The bodyguard (he's going to call the worried one 'Mum'. So by default, the hurting one will be called 'Dad'. Whoever said that Tony was good at naming people? If they did, that person was lying of course) narrowed his eyes, orbs roaming around his entire figure (and if mum was a girl, he would be wiggling his eyebrows and flirting back at her, asking her if she likes the view). Before he decided that Tony told a half-truth but a truth nonetheless, so he released his grip, "Sir's room is on the first floor, at the very end of the corridor. Don't push yourself and call Sir Stanley if you need help."

"Okay, mum~" Tony chirped and skipped down the stair, leaving the incredulous Mum gaping after him (this is why Tony loved nicknaming practically everyone. Their reactions always make him laugh). He finally met the famous butler, pouring another cup of tea—Darjeeling today—waved, while giving his famous one-hundred-megawatt smile. The moment he approached the room and without knocking like a polite guest supposed to do, he slammed the door open and shouted, "My! I did it!"

For the second times, Tony has to stop himself before he's running his mouth off. Because he realized there are other people besides his savior standing around his desk.

But Tony is always good with improvisation. Ignoring the questioning gaze those two officers threw at him, "My, Mycroft, what are you doing now? Associating with the good officer? Do I need to hide a body for you again?" Tony said, slung his arm over the one on the right.

Mycroft chuckled, "no, I'm not. Since when have I killed people, Sherlock?"

Oh, so one of them is Lestrade then. The act started now. Tony—Sherlock grinned and coughed (he visited British before for signing an agreement with other company. He hope his British accent is still up for an encore), "maybe? I mean, you solved so many cases, you didn't even leave one for me" he sulked.

Before Mycroft could respond, the police officer he rested half of his body on gently lifted his arm and gazed at him suspiciously, "who's this, sir?"

"Oh right, you haven't meet him yet. Gentleman, this is my little brother, Sherlock Holmes. He's an ex-soldier but because of an accident, he was in a coma for a whole year and just woke up a month ago." Tony gave a little salute, the officers still looked at him warily, "Sherly, this gentleman here is Inspector G. Lestrade and Constable Clark. They're here to ask me about the 'suicide' on the London bridge."

Ton—Sherlock perked up, "oh! Oh! Choose me! I solved the case~"

The polices was startled by the revelation but Mycroft just chuckled, "of course you did. You actually solved it yesterday, aren't you?"

To—Sherlock! He needs to call himself Sherlock from now on, goddammit! Remember that!—grumbled half-heartedly, "sorry that I overslept. I can't help it, you know. Blame my weakened body."

"Wait, wait a second, sir!" Mycroft and Tony turned around, facing the still weirded inspector, "he...solved the case?"

As the sentence was muttered, the Holmes brothers stared at each other for a second too long(Tony, silently asking permission to demonstrate and Mycroft allowing him. "Stay in character!", "But I don't know how your brother acts", "oh bloody—fine, you can wing it", "Thank you, My. You're the best", "You can't act calmer even if you tried to", "I'll accept that as a compliment~") before Tony straightened his back, demanding for attention. And, with him carrying his businessman and politician skills from the past thirty years of his life, did it easily; as the two officers were standing upright without their consent and waiting for the inevitable, "buckled up boys. And let me explain the trick for you."

TO BE CONTINUE

(A/N): So I'm going to call Tony Sherlock in other people POV. But I'll call him Tony back when it was his or Mycroft POV.

And yeah. This Sherlock will be more like Tony instead of the movie Sherlock a.k.a confident, childish and love to tease.

Reviews are appreciated~

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Akabane Kazama