Helooooo! Here I am with an update, and this time it's a Tony POV! We start out with a few lines from the film again, which I interpret a bit differently – again – and the rest, well… The rest stems from my crazy story idea ;) I hope you'll like it!

PREVIOUSLY ON ASAF: "I'm sorry, I have to." Selvig pushed the Tesseract then, and the spell-thread broke. Loki fell to his knees, face still upturned, yet his eyes were unfocused and he could not see. Just before the darkness claimed him for good he remembered Fate's words: you are now one soul. He finally understood her meaning; only now it was too late. He was gone even before he hit the ground.

CHAPTER 3

"Waaah!" The air that rushed into his lungs almost felt burningly hot, the azure sky was so bright, and yet they were the best air and the most beautiful sky he had ever taken in, even if he couldn't remember why. Suddenly the Hulk – yes, that was the Hulk, no doubt about it – bellowed so hard the earth trembled, and his whole body jerked inside the inert suit. "What the hell! What just happened?" That was when he noticed Captain America kneeling beside him, looking utterly relieved. Ah, right. He almost died in outer space. "Please tell me nobody kissed me."

Rogers breathed heavily and looked away, probably trying not to laugh. He would bet his fortune that the old man was thinking that he would never understand how people thought nowadays. Unless he was looking away because someone had kissed him! Or tried to revive him using their mouth, whatever. "We won," was all the super soldier said, but it was enough.

Tony sighed in relief. Thank. Fucking. God! "All right! Hey! All right, good job guys! Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just," his voice wavered, he was so exhausted, "take a day." And he was hungry, too. So hungry he could probably eat a whole cow or something. "You ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is but I want to try it."

Thor hadn't said a word up until now – stoic alien warrior and all that shtick – but he looked pretty serious when he said: "We're not finished yet."

It took Tony a second to understand what he could possibly mean; the Chitauri were dead, the portal was closed, what else was there? But then he remembered a certain blue skinned guy that the others might not know had helped him, or how much; Thor and Selvig were the only ones who saw him help with the portal after all. Tony was the only one, besides J.A.R.V.I.S., who knew the whole story.

Well, maybe not. He didn't know what the fuck happened, with Loki screaming like someone was digging his heart out with a spoon and turning blue and all that, and why the hell that would make the guy change his mind about the whole invasion spiel, but it had. And he had helped stop what he'd started, even if he hadn't exactly fought beside them – not that he looked like he could have in that state, mind you. Still, they owed him for the help, right? "Then shawarma after," he decided.

Thor and Rogers helped him stand up, and luckily J.A.R.V.I.S. had reinitialised the battered suit by then, because he didn't think he could have walked by himself if he hadn't worn it. And he sure as hell didn't want to be carried by any of these burly guys. He was so weary he could end up sleeping while he walked. The day had been so long; there was the fighting, and the almost dying at Loki's hands – he hadn't forgot about the whole chocking part; his throat still felt kind of sore –, the hand crushing and energy zapping ordeal – he wondered if the skin contact hadn't stolen some of his life force or something, he had felt so feverish after that –, then fighting Chitauri and taking a nuke into space, and almost dying again. Shit, he could use a drink right now.

The trek towards Stark tower was excruciatingly slow, and so many people were getting out of their hiding places and cheering them when they saw them. Tony tried to smile and not look as dead on his feet as he felt, but he knew he was utterly failing. He hoped that the few flashes he saw were not of any pictures that would end up in tomorrow's papers. At least the people were keeping their distance; every time someone got too close the Hulk would growl in a pretty scary way.

"I think you can, you know, power down now, buddy," he said to him, but he only got a menacing glare and a huff in response. "Okay, or not, just a suggestion. It's just that there's no way you're gonna fit in an elevator, is all." And that didn't get any response at all.

His tower was only a quarter of a mile away now, and when he looked up at it he wished he hadn't. "Son of a bitch!" His tower! His brand-new tower! The state of it! God damn it! Someone was going to pay for this! His beautiful, state of the art tower! They had even ripped his name off it, only the A was left! Only the A… Hah bloody hah! Like an A for Avengers. Somebody sure was going to write some drivel about how all this must have been destined to be, he was sure of it. Pepper was going to have a field day!

Shit! Pepper! He had totally forgotten to call her! Oh, this was bad! Especially when she learned he had kind of asked for a nuke and brought it out to space on his back, on purpose. He was going to get an earful about his recklessness, and how she was sick of it, and of the worrying… It wasn't the first time she complained, after all. And, okay, maybe it would be justified for today, but still! He was Iron Man! It was to be expected, right? Not that you'd expect an alien invasion.

The glass of the lobby doors of his tower crunched under the suit's feet, and Tony clenched his teeth in annoyance. His tower! He shook his head to clear it, and regretted it immediately – geez, that hurt! Okay, he just had to take things slow. First, getting to the roof. The elevator pinged on arrival, and the doors opened invitingly.

"Hey, big guy! How about now? Ready to bring Banner back?"

The Hulk stared down at him for a few seconds, his hair brushing the ceiling, and just when Tony thought nothing was going to happen, a pair of giant eyes slowly closed and the heavy body fell backwards, fissuring the marble floor. Tony took a deep breath. The lobby had already been in ruins, a little more didn't change anything. The huge green mass shrunk amazingly fast, and one blink of an eye later, a pretty much naked Bruce Banner was laying on the ground.

"Ooookay. Say, Thor, buddy, do you really need that cape right now or do you think you could lend it for a sec'?" While the Asgardian was unclasping said cape, Banner was sitting up, one hand held to his head while the other tried to cover his crotch with the remnants of Hulk's pants. Thor handed him his cape, and with a mumbled 'thank you', the doctor wrapped the cloth around him as if it was some fancy toga.

"Up we go!" Tony said, and the elevator doors closed behind them. "You all right, Brucey?"

Banner glared at him. "What do you think?"

"I think we're gonna let you out in my penthouse so that you can go raid my closet. I'm sure there are at least some shirts, and sweat pants, and maybe flip flops that will suit you. J.A.R.V.I.S. will lead the way."

"Oh." That at least seemed to lift the man's mood somewhat. "Thanks."

"Yep. No problem." The elevator doors opened just then, and Bruce stepped out, cape-toga half trailing on the floor behind him.

The next time the doors opened, it was to the gravelled roof and the early evening breeze. The difference with less than an hour before was staggering; the silence surrounding the top of the tower was deafening. Or not.

"I think you should wait before shooting him," came a female voice from above. Uh oh. Not good, that. Both Thor and him leapt up the last few yards, Thor with his superhuman strength, and Tony with his last working repulsor, while a second voice answered: "I don't give a shit! I can shoot him in the face if I want!"

Clearly that turned out to be false, as Thor immediately grabbed Barton by the collar and slammed him into the ground. Romanoff watched on, unblinking, when Thor put his magic hammer on the archer's chest, pinning him down indefinitely, and walked away like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was, on Asgard. Thor then kneeled next to Loki's unconscious body.

"Brother!" he said, yet seemed reluctant to touch him.

"So it is him," Natalie – no, Natasha – said.

"Told you," Barton grunted from the other end of the roof.

Rogers had made his way up by then and was looking at Loki with wide eyes, gaping. As if he hadn't fought uglier aliens all day, for God's sake! How could a blue-skinned guy still shock anyone now? Tony noticed that Selvig was nowhere to be seen, and he hoped that meant the man had found a safe way down.

"Brother!" Thor said again, but the prone body didn't stir. Wait, the guy wasn't dead, right? Tony knelt beside him as well. That was… breathing, right? That infinitely small chest movement? Fuck, why was nobody checking for a pulse, or something? He folded the gauntlet of his right hand back and moved two fingers towards a cerulean pulse-point.

"Man of Iron! You should not—"

Tony didn't care what he should not do; he touched the frighteningly cold skin. Fuck, how could he be this cold already? It couldn't have been much more than fifteen minutes! Was it the wind? Wait. Wait a sec'! Was that a pulse? How— Oh, right, alien. They might not have the same body temperature. Even though earlier, when his skin had still been, well, human-ish, Loki had been way warmer. Did that mean that—

Suddenly the body beneath him heaved up and let out a loud gasp. Loki's eyes opened wide and unseeing, and a frantic hand grasped his metal-covered forearm and squeezed, his muscles being compressed beneath. Fuck, not again!

"Hey, hey! Calm down, Sonic! It's just me: the most handsome guy you'll ever see!" He even added his most photogenic smile to it, even though the flair of pain in his arm made it difficult. That was going to bruise, all right!

Loki's whole body stiffened, and Tony could see the exact moment those ruby-red eyes focused on his face. The alien sighed and let his head fall back unto the gravel, squinting up at the darkening sky. "What a bleak existence I have before me then."

Barton laughed from his pinned down position, the arsehole. "Ouch! That's the second time today! You wound me!" Tony said.

Loki let go of him then. "Wouldn't 'third time' be more accurate, in that case?"

Tony doubted the guy knew he had hurt his arm just then. "What do you mea— Oh, yeah." His left hand. He had kind of forgotten about that. Well, not really, it was pulsing continuously and he couldn't really move his fingers much. Still, strangely enough he didn't really feel all that angry about it. It sucked, of course. But somehow, he couldn't really blame Loki, because at the time the guy had looked like he was dying. He couldn't be expected to remember not to crush a poor engineer's precious hands in that situation.

"Someone mind explaining what's happening here?" Rogers was in Captain America mode again, with a stiff posture and a frown on his face. "Stark?"

"Hey! Why me? Why d'you expect me to know?" Everyone, even Loki, and even Barton from his awkward position, looked at him, unimpressed. "Okay. All right, I get it. I'm used to it. When something's not right, ask Tony how come. Fine!" he grumbled. It wasn't his fault everything always went to shit around him! He just… attracted trouble! It was all his irresistible charm's fault, no doubt.

He looked back at Loki, still laying on the ground, breathing deeply. "Hey! You think you can stand up? The gravel can't be comfortable."

The alien's stare was indecipherable. "I don't know," he replied in an even voice, even though he probably hated having to say it.

It couldn't be easy, being so vulnerable in front of your enemies. Or former enemies? Tony wasn't sure how he should view this. Sure, Loki had helped, but how much of that came from regret and how much from the necessity to not get killed by his former allies? Much more of the latter, probably.

"Well, how about we try to get you up, then?" Tony took hold of one green and black covered arm and expected Thor to do the same, but nothing happen. "Hello? Earth to Asgard! Thor, buddy, a hand!" Still Thor hesitated, and some sort of battle of wills seemed to occur inside the glares the two brothers were throwing each other. Loki ended up looking away, and Thor took hold of his other arm. Together they had the blue-skinned alien on his feet in less than a second, but when his knees faltered, he wrenched his arm out of Thor's grasp and leaned against Tony instead. Which, yeah, weird! Especially with all the strange looks he was getting now.

"Uuuhm. Yeah. So. Er… Road Runner here—"

"Road… Runner?" Rogers said, puzzled. Right. There were now two – no, three, with Loki – people who wouldn't understand any of his clever comparisons and cute nicknames. Where was the fun in that? He should organise some sort of crash course for aliens and out of time super soldiers. Then at least he wouldn't have to restrict himself.

"Ignore Stark and his tasteless cultural references," Romanoff drawled.

"Tasteless? Tasteless? There is nothing tasteless about—"

"Man of Iron. You were explaining the state my brother is in."

"The state? You say that as if it was my fault!" Thor just looked at him… stoically again, but the little twitch in the hammer-hand didn't really bode well.

"Indeed, my current state is Anthony Stark's fault," Loki thought funny to add, the arsehole. Thor's hand curled into a fist. Great, now Thor probably wanted to play whack-a-mole with Tony's head! Thank you, blue-arsed bastard! "And it is very fortunate for all of you. And for me." Wait, what? It was? But he didn't do anything! Sure, he had somehow – thank you, Arc reactor, love of my life! – resisted the sceptre-mind-control thing, but other than that, he didn't do anything. "It was Stark's… influence that saved me from madness."

"Hey, I thought we had agreed that I… What was it again?"

"Appealed to my humanity," Loki answered with a smirk. Tony was starting to get used to that, and couldn't stop from smirking in return.

"Yes, with my irresistible boyish charm."

"Huh." Loki looked pensive for a moment. "I didn't know mortals had such a different definition for the word 'irresistible'."

Tony could only gape at the man holding onto him. This was the third time! The third bloody time! And Barton was laughing in the background too. He couldn't believe this was actually his life. "Geez! That's the third time you've crushed my ego! Is it one of your life goals or something?"

"It wasn't yet, but I'll be sure to add it to the list."

"Okay, I got it! You're just mean!"

"Jesus, you two sound like an awkward high-school romance!" Natasha said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Oh. They were annoying the Black Widow after a long day of alien killing. Not good, that. "And Stark, stop hitting on anything will long hair, will you?"

Okay, never mind the 'stop annoying her' idea. "Hey, I've hit on just as many short-haired people! There is no hair discrimination here!"

"No racial discrimination either, right, Stark?" Barton piped in from under the magical hammer. "They don't even need to be human."

"Well, duh! They call themselves gods, what did you expect!"

Romanoff rolled her eyes and looked away to the half-destroyed city. "Nothing when it comes to you, Stark."

"Guys! Guys! Calm down!" Rogers's voice made the silence that followed linger, and all eyes returned to Tony and Loki expectantly. "You were in the middle on an explanation?"

Tony's stomach rumbled, and God did he need a drink! And sleep. And painkillers. Time to wrap the story up. "Right. So, first, Loki was a bad guy. Then I offered him a drink – which he rudely ignored, by the way – and he tried to mind-control me but it didn't work, because I'm more of a genius than I thought and my Arc reactor is magic repellent. And then he tried to choke me, so he was hit with some divine punishment and started screaming like a banshee." Around him eyes were getting rounder and rounder, Loki's most of all. "After a while of that he asked me to take the sceptre away from him, so I did, and he fainted. I actually thought he was dead there for a while. Especially when he turned all blue. But then he woke up, told me all about the Chitauri hive-mind and stuff, and how to turn the portal off. So we came up here to do just that, but I thought of the nuke and how that would stop the invasion once and for all, so I left Loki and Selvig here to close the portal at the right moment and they did. End of story."

There was a lot of gaping going on now. And Tony felt compelled to join them when Loki cuffed him on the head and said: "This is the last time I let you tell a story involving me, Stark." Thor was the only one who wasn't frozen in shock, it seemed, as he burst out laughing and thumped Loki on the back with enough force to almost send him – and Tony – sprawling.

"Welcome back, Brother!"

"Thor… You oaf…," Loki managed to cough out, holding onto Tony's arm for dear life now.

"Er, hey guys!" came Bruce's voice from the lower level of the roof. Tony could see he had chosen the plainest T-shirt he could find – Tony didn't even remember that shirt – and he had indeed found flip-flops. Tony had kind of been joking when he said that. He really had flip-flops? "I hope you don't mind if I stay down here, I'm beat." Bruce's gaze swept over them and stopped on Tony and his new Siamese twin. When was he going to let go of his arm? "Who's tha— Is that… Loki?"

Well, at least Bruce just sounded incredulous, and not 'green'. "Yep! Great guy! Now that were all here, let's go out for shawarma!"

"Shawarma?" Barton repeated, as if he'd never heard off it. "Wait! Woah, stop! I ain't eating with a murderer!"

Tony snorted. "Funny that. Coming from an assassin."

"Hey! Don't compare me to him! It's not the same, and you know it! I'm only following orders!"

"Ah, yes, orders." Tony sneered at that. Fuck orders. He turned his head to look Loki in the eye. "Like, what's his name again, the guy who was giving you orders? Thanos?"

Thor's gasp was so loud it could have been heard from the street. "The Mad Titan? You went to the Mad Titan?"

Loki started growling – honest to God growling, like a rabid dog or something. "Of course not! Do you truly think me so mad?" The grip on Tony arm tightened, and he could feel more than see the metal warping under the alien fingers. Boy, was that guy regaining strength fast! "He found me in the void! After I fell from the Bifrost."

Thor's eyes filled with tears in like two milliseconds flat, and with a wailed "Oh, Loki!" he was hugging the life out of his brother. Quite literally. Loki was trying to pull himself free with one arm while Thor sobbed on his shoulder, and it might have made for a cute scene if Loki wasn't still holding onto Tony with his other hand. Now Tony was almost squished between two crazy aliens, and he could do without all the long hair the wind was pushing in his face.

"Thor, my time with the Mad Titan didn't change my opinion about you."

"I am so glad, brother!"

"I doubt you would be if you understood my meaning." Some sort of comprehension seemed to dawn in Thor, because he stiffened and fell silent. "Let go of me." Thor stepped back with the face of a kicked puppy. Cold bastard wasn't he, that Loki; not that Tony didn't understand how annoying such an effusive brother must be. Well, okay, he couldn't really understand, he never had any siblings, thank God! Still, the guy was crying, couldn't Loki show a modicum of compassion?

Tony's stomach rumbled again; it was time. He didn't care what anyone else thought, he was going to get his fucking shawarma, and nobody bloody well try and stop him. "Okay, shawarma joint. Now. I'm sick of this emotional bullshit."

"If 'shwarma' is some sort of food, then I shall gladly follow you," Loki said in a tone that was unnecessarily pleasant. Tony knew the guy couldn't be as cheerful as he sounded.

"Come along then. It's not as if you have any intention of letting go of my arm anyway."

"Indeed not," was the jovial response.

"Well, okay. You're all invited to come, if you're hungry."

Tony – and Loki beside him, incidentally – stepped towards the edge of this section of the roof. Bruce was still waiting on the floor below, arms crossed and face impossible to read. Now, how were they going to get down? If Loki was truly as exhausted as he acted – though, seeing how strong his grip was, Tony wasn't sure if he believed him; then again, maybe that was like the weakest grip ever for such a being, and how frightening was that? – there was no way the ladder would be of any use.

Somewhere behind them, Barton was still sputtering. "I'm not coming anywhere with that criminal!" Natasha was trying to persuade him with arguments like 'who better than the Avengers to watch him', and it seemed like it was working. She was scary like that.

"You gonna survive if we jump? You aren't gonna break a leg, of anything?" Loki snorted, so Tony took that as a 'who do you think I am, mortal?' and stepped off the ledge, his last repulsor working overtime. The landing was still pretty bone-jarring, but Loki didn't really look worse for wear. Or more worse for wear, anyway.

"Thor!" Loki called, voice loud and clear, his back still to his brother since the jump. Tony looked up to see Thor ready to come down as well. Just before he did, Loki added in a reproachful tone: "Tesseract." Thor froze, ready to leap, and turned back to the now inert machine. Right. Maybe they shouldn't leave a dangerous magical item on the roof of his tower. (His half-destroyed tower, damn it!)

Together they limped to the elevator, and after a suspicious look, Bruce joined them – even if he stayed close to the exit, with his eyes closed and a breathing exercise underway. The others could take the next ride down; the doors closed and J.A.R.V.I.S. rushed them down to the ground floor. The lobby appeared, and with it, two dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with all sorts of guns pointed at them. Among them were Fury and Hill.

"Hey! If it ain't my beloved Black Beard!" When Tony made to step out of the lift, the tension grew tenfold, and more than one finger shuddered on the triggers. "You don't mind if we get out, right? We can't stay in here forever. And the elevator needs to go up again for the other half, you know." He walked forward again, and this time the agents stepped back as one. Just enough to close the elevator doors behind them, mind you. Still, it would bring Thor down quicker, and one more Asgardian prince in the house could make this go down so much easier.

"Stark. Who is that?" Fury asked, his only visible eye twitching. Right, as if he couldn't guess.

"Doctor Bruce Banner. I think you've met. I know, he doesn't look the way he did an hour ago, but I assure y—"

"STARK! Don't fuck with me, I'm not in the mood!"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't, don't worry. Like, ever. Whatever the mood." Fury was suffering an attack of apoplexy now, and Tony would have sworn the trembling in Loki's arm meant he was trying not to laugh. Fury didn't even speak, he just pointed his own gun at Loki's head, and gestured. "Ooooh! You meant him! Figures. Everyone always wants to know about the blue guy! He's new! He's not very nice, but then again, neither am I, so I shouldn't criticize his sassiness." Tony looked Loki in the eye then, and blinked repeatedly. "I'm sorry for calling you a meanie earlier, honey!"

"Mmmh. I suppose that if you feed me soon, dear, I might just forgive you."

"Heard that? I got a date with an alien! So if you don't mind, Mr Cyclops, we have a shawarma joint to invade."

The elevator pinged and opened behind him, and Tony lamented not being able to see Rogers' face when he became aware of the situation, but the two agents that tried to take a step back when they realised they were confronting the whole team were amusing too.

"Director Fury," Rogers said, and yep, he was definitely in Captain America mode.

"Captain. I'd appreciate it if you could tell Stark to hand over the prisoner."

Tony put on his most innocent face. "What prisoner?"

"If you think I wouldn't recognise Loki from a mile away, even disguised—"

"What! So you knew who he was all along?" Tony dramatically put a hand on his heart, and took on a sad expression. "I'm hurt, Nick. Really hurt. Like shrapnel in my heart, hurt, and I don't think I can ever get over it. I'm sorry, babe, but we're over. I'm breaking up with you for good."

"Okay, that's it, I'm done talking with you, Stark." He gestured to his minions. "Take the prisoner away."

Loki's hand tightened like a vice around his arm again, and Tony did his best not to grimace. "Woah, woah, woah! You're not taking him anywhere! I won't let him eat shawarma with you instead of me!"

"Stark." Rogers' voice was as stern as they came, and Tony couldn't believe the Capsicle was turning against him! He was supposed to be a good and soft hearted guy, and Loki's sob story – being kidnapped by this Thanos dude and forced to invade an innocent planet but helping humanity in the end – should totally have gotten Captain America on his side!

Of course, it was not as if Tony thought Loki was suddenly good or anything; he didn't know anything about him after all. And 'God of Mischief' was not a title you got because you were such an angel. So no, the guy definitely wasn't good, but maybe he wasn't too bad either, all things considered. And anyway, he was all weak and blue right now. Like a wet and sick alien puppy. It was no wonder that Tony felt compelled to help him, right?

Rogers was talking again, and Tony realised him must have missed quite a piece of the lecture. "… stopped turning everything into a joke and just explained the situation, we wouldn't all be standing here, wasting our time!"

"Tetchy when you're hungry, I see." Tony could feel the glare burning his scalp. "All right, all right! So, Loki is coming with us, because he isn't such a bad guy. He was the one who told me about the Chitauri and the effects the nuke would have, and how to close the portal, so he kind of helped defeat his own army. Who turned out to not be his army at all, by the way. He was, like, kidnapped and brainwashed by a guy named Thanos and sent to invade Earth."

He already knew Fury didn't believe a word he'd said even before the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. opened his mouth. "Right. It looks more like you are the one who has been brainwashed."

"Nope. Loki tried the whole mind control thing, but it didn't work because my Arc reactor repels magic." Or so he thought, anyway. Tony hoped it didn't mean his Arc reactor had some magical element in it, because that would just be fucked up – though it could be interesting, when he thought about it. He'd have to research it. Preferably with a magic expert close at hand.

Behind him, Rogers sighed. "Stark, you are not really helping, here."

"Well, then! How about you be a good little team leader and deal with the guy with the gun!"

Without a word, Rogers went all Captain America, with his shield held aloft, and he shouldered passed armed men to stand between Fury and Tony – or rather what seemed to be becoming a concerningly permanent Tony-Loki duo. Wouldn't Thor be more apt at holding a heavy god-alien up? Then again, there was the whole 'you're not my brother' thing going on, so, what? Tony had inherited the role of guardian? He certainly hoped that didn't make anything – or worse, anyone – his responsibility!

Tony wasn't really listening to Rogers' speech, but he caught some things like Loki being the one brainwashed and that Thor could vouch for his character, or that Loki helping defeat the Chitauri should be considerable doubt enough not to incarcerate him without reason, or that there was no one better than the Avengers to keep an eye on him anyway – the underlying 'S.H.I.E.L.D. had its chance and fucked up' was clearly hidden in his tone – and Tony had to admit that Captain America really knew how to get things going his way. That goody-two-shoes façade did wonders, and the fact that he was almost everybody's childhood hero clearly helped too. Because at the end of day, even Fury had to back down when confronted with the holy wisdom of Saint Rogers.

"Fine!" Fury grumbled, and Tony got a feeling he agreed to all this just to shut Rogers up. "You can keep your new pet, as long as all of you – and I do mean all of you – don't let him out of your eyesight! Is that clear?"

A chorus of agreement – and an "N— Ouch! Yes! Fuck, Nat', stop hitting me!" from Barton – later, the lobby of Stark Tower – or 'A' Tower if the building was to be believed – was emptied of all black-clad gun-wielding agents; if you didn't count Natasha, that is. The silence that ensued was rather deafening, and even if he couldn't see them all, Tony felt that all eyes were expectedly turned towards him.

"All right then, guys and gal, let's get ourselves some shawarma!"

Gosh, I want some shawarma now too – especially if I could eat it with the Avengers :p So, what did you think? Is my Tony POV 'true to character' enough?

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