Hi welcome to part 6 hope you like it!
Third person pov
(Nonetheless, Watson stops, takes a deep breath, gathers
himself. Something like this has happened before (is, in
fact, Holmes' usual brand of chaos) the difference being,
now, that Watson is sick to death of dealing with it.
Which doesn't mean he won't.
Newspaper in hand, Watson opens the door, pokes his head
in, cautiously. He sees --)
"what does he see" asked Clint impatiently
"be patient Birdbrain" teased tony smirking at Clints pout
(Watson squeezes through the doorway to find that the
obstruction is Holmes who is sitting in the dark on a
chair, blocking the door, aiming a gun (with an odd
contraption fastened on its barrel) at the wall.
Unadulterated chaos. A series of FLAMING BULLET HOLES
blasted into the wall in the (ragged) initials "V.R)
" seriously tony be more careful with shooting a gun" cried Bruce rubbing a hand down his face, Tony looked at least a bit sorry.
"hat does V.R stand fir Tony" asked Steve, "I can't remember sorry Steve" said Tony sounding sorry.
(WATSON:
May I join you in the armory?
HOLMES:
Please... Watson, I've been
working on a device which will
suppress the sound of a gunshot.
Watson heads towards the conservatory.
HOLMES:
Please... Don't, don't, don't...)
"you know you can't stop the sound of a gun right Tony" said Natasha.
Tony jsut pouted and turned away form her making everyone laugh and steve blush
(Watson pulls open the curtains allowing the light to pour
in.
WATSON:
It needs work. May I see?...
Watson passes him heading to the other side of the room
(possibly grabs the gun) picking up a pile of open
letters from a table.
HOLMES:
Gently, gently, Watson...)
Everyone laughs at tony and John's antics "he really isn't taking any of your shit is his tony" said Bruce.
"nope he isn't thats watson for you" said Tony smiling as he remembered all the times when john looked after him.
(Watson whips open more curtains and opens a window.
Holmes crawls on his hands and knees over to a table
where he finds his sunglasses and puts them on.
Watson sits on a chair and begins to leaf though the
letters.)
Everyone laughs more when watson opens the curtains.
(WATSON:
It's been three months since the
last case. About time you found
another one.
HOLMES:
I can't but agree. My mind rebels
at stagnation. Give me problems,
give me work. The sooner the
better.)
"three months come on tony" cried Bruce tony just shrugged "what do you mean more work tony" asked Steve
"Well capcicle, for my Brian to like work I need stuff to do like now it is my h easier because I have my lab and my marks to build but back then lots of things bored me" tony explained
Steve nodded and the movie started playing again.
(WATSON:
Paper?
Watson hands Holmes the newspaper.
WATSON:
Let's see, we have a letter here
from Mrs. Ramsey in Queen's Park --
her husband has gone missing.
HOLMES:
He's in Belgium with the scullery
maid. Is it December?
WATSON:
Yes, Holmes. Lady Radford reports
a missing emerald bracelet.
HOLMES:
Insurance swindle. Lord Radford
likes fast women and slow ponies.
I see you're the attending
physician at Blackwood's hanging.)
"backwood is getting hanged" said Steve looking horrified, "yep, thats how they dealt with criminals back then Steve" nodded tony.
(WATSON:
Yes, it's our last case together
and I wanted to see it through to
the end.)
"it sounds sad when he says it like that" said natasha everyone agreed with her statement.
(Awkward pause. Cough.
"Awwwkkkwarrrddd" whispered clint drawing out the word.
WATSON:
Mr. Lewis is seeking...
Mrs. Hudson enters carrying a tray of bread and tea. She
is steeling herself for this interaction.
HOLMES:
(to Watson)
There is only one case that
intrigues me at present... the
curious case of Mrs. Hudson, the
absentee landlady.)
"tony really she looks nice enough to me" said Bruce so done wirh tony.
(HOLMES (CONT'D)
I have been studying her comings
and goings and they appear most
sinister.
MRS. HUDSON
Tea, Mr. Holmes.
Mrs. Hudson crosses to Holmes and puts the tray before
him.
HOLMES:
Is it poisoned, nanny?)
"ow!" cried tony as Steve slapped the back of his head with his super soldier strength.
"don't be so rude to her tony" said Steve as Tony grumbled and rubbed the back of his stinging head.
(MRS. HUDSON
There's enough of that in you
already.
She goes to remove an old tray from behind him.
"she doesn't take any of your shit as well ldoes she tones" smiled clint as Tony huffed again.
HOLMES:
Don't touch that. Everything is
in its proper place, as per usual.
She ignores him and removes the tray then crosses back
towards the door noticing a bulldog lying unconscious
under the table.
MRS. HUDSON
He's killed the dog... again.)
Everyone gasped and looked at tony shocked, "just wait you will see" he said hurriedly.
(Watson jumps up. His bulldog, GLADSTONE, lies on the
floor in a drugged stupor.
WATSON:
What have you done to Gladstone
this time?
HOLMES:
I was simply testing a new
anesthetic. He doesn't mind.
WATSON:
Holmes! As your doctor...
HOLMES:
He'll be right as a trivet in no
time.)
"poor Gladstone" mumbled most of the team as Tony just sat there grinning as they were wrong and he was right.
The end
So sorry for the wait I was writing this but then I accidentally deleted it all and then I had to write it again so here we are.
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