"Oh come on, Boss, I need my car." Tony said over the phone, he had forgotten that his car was still in the NCIS parking garage. "How am I supposed to go anywhere?"
"DiNozzo you're not getting your car until I think you are fit to come into work. If I give it to you and still tell you not to come in you will come in anyway." Gibbs said. "End of story." He finished and snapped his cell phone shut taking another drink from his coffee.
Tony grunted and hung up the phone he went over to the table sat down at it and pouted for a few minutes. During his pouting he remembered what Warren had said about learning to control his powers. He thought about how the day before he was able to create fire on his own will. Wondering Tony thought about what else he could do. Curious about his abilities he stood up and held his hand out concentrating on that spot. Not a minute went by before a small flame floated above his palm.
"Alright…" Tony muttered and focused some more. The flame got bigger and bigger until it was bigger then his head. While he was staring at the flame he was oblivious to the fact that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. Finally he noticed that the end of his sleeve had caught fire and was now burning up to his elbow.
"Crap!" He yelled and dropped the flame in his panic, he put the fire on his sleeve out but in doing so he ignored the ball of flames he had dropped on the floor. "Aw, dammit!" He yelled and looked around for what to do. Wait, he thought, if he could create the flames maybe he could destroy them as well. Staring at the fire on his thankfully tile kitchen floors. He concentrated as hard as possible, he squinted his eyes slightly as if he was string down the flames. Soon they grew smaller and diminished, Tony smirked and tried harder making the flames grow lower and lower until finally they were nothing but ash.
"This isn't so bad after all." He said to himself but his smile quickly faded upon seeing the large brown and black burned section on his kitchen floor. "Oh man…" He sighed and took a rag from his sink he ran it under water and started scrubbing the floor trying to get the burn marks off.
When he was done he stared at the blackened tiles on his floor and let out a long deep sigh. "Oh well," he muttered. "I can always buy new tiles." He got up and threw the rag in the sink. "Okay, no dropping flaming balls anymore." He muttered to himself and then looked down at his sleeve, "Hm… I liked this shirt."
He walked over to his bedroom and threw his shirt of into the trash and began rummaging though his closet for a new one. He picked one up, short sleeved this time.
Tony walked out into his living room and looked around, he spotted the fire place and smirked, perfect. He walked over to it and held his hand out once again. Concentrating to make the fire flames erupted from his hand quicker then he was expecting and when it was about the size of a softball he used his other hand to open the gate to the fire place. He tossed the flame up in the air and caught it with his other hand; he aimed for a second and threw the ball of flames in the fire place.
"Oh yeah, I'm good." He said to himself laughing. "Now a little bit more fire." He stared down the flames and slowly they crept up in height. "Not to big now." He said and continued to focus on the flames until they went out and there was nothing left but red hot coals.
For the rest of the day Tony played around with his pyro abilities and soon got the hang of it pretty well. He still could not control the temperature of his body when he got mad or frustrated but he would learn that in due time.
In a few hours Tony was feeling good, he had pretty good control over it. It seemed that through all the years he was suppressing it he was actually slowly learning to control it as well. But he still had no doubts that if he was able to embrace it when he was younger that now he'd be a pro at it.
Now Tony was in the middle of his living room juggling three flaming balls. Right now he had yet to drop one. Suddenly there was a knock at his door startling him he almost dropped the flames. Luckily he caught all three in time before they hit the floor but they burned his shirt when he pinned one against his stomach so he wouldn't drop it. He put them out and looked down at his shirt he cussed slightly and took off that one and threw it in the garbage, he had ruined two shirts that day. Wearing his undershirt he jogged to the door as the person began knocking again, opening it he saw his neighbor standing at the door.
"Hi, Sammy, what do I owe the pleasure?" Tony asked his neighbor. She was about a head shorter then Tony with medium length red hair. Tony had gone out with her once but it didn't work out now they just remained neighbors and good friends.
"Tony I was walking by and I smelled smoke. Is everything okay?" She asked with a concerned face on.
"Yeah everything's fine." Tony said nodding. "Just burned some, uh, toast."
"You were making toast at four o'clock in the afternoon?" She asked cocking her head and looking doubtful.
"Yeah, I like my toast." He said defensively.
Sammy raised her eyebrows and smirked as she looked down a little relieved that it was nothing serious. But when she looked down she noticed the brown burned stain on his undershirt. "Then, Tony, what's that." She said and poked his stomach where the burn was.
"Oh, uh, I was um a candle I was burning a candle and I held it to close to my chest." He said trying to think of the best excuse he could think of without saying I was playing with fire.
"Sure you were…" She said and bit her lip. "Tony… you know you can tell me anything. Now what the hell is going on?"
Tony sighed and shook his head. "I just don't know if I can tell you." He saw the look of hurt on her face and quickly continued. "Yet, I mean, I just don't think I can tell you yet. Just hang on. I'll tell you or you will figure it out just, not yet."
She nodded. "Okay, well, I'll be next door if you need me." She said and left the doorway.
"You always are there, never get a date do ya?" Tony called out jokingly.
"Unlike you who picks up the first girl he sees." She responded with a grin on as she opened the door to her home.
Tony closed his door and leaned his back up against it and sighed. Wait, why was he still not telling everybody? Wait, how did she not know? Had she been living under a rock for the past couple days? He pushed it out of his mind and left the door walking into his home. Deciding he was staying at home too much lately Tony slipped into a stylish dress shirt gave his himself a quick look over in the mirror and smiled. He was good to go.
He walked out his door and locked it behind him and put the key in his pocket. Tony thought about the fact that he was short one car but then decided he was in shape why not walk? He jumped in the elevator and went down to the first floor, when he got out he passed a few girls that shared a room a level below him and smiled and flirted a little. They giggled and he went on his way.
"I am on fire." He said to himself and laughed a little at his pun.
Tony walked down the street in a good mood. After hitting on a few girls he decided to walk into a small store to buy a bottle of water when a boy, couldn't be older then twenty, walked in. He looked suspicious and slightly jumpy, he walked a little faster then someone normally would but Tony brushed that off. Tony looked at him with a raised eyebrow and turned his back but still keeping a sharp eye on him. Taking the water Tony made that he was going to buy something else, it could just be that this man was weird but Tony had a feeling in his gut and being a agent for so many years he had learned to go with it.
The man walked up to the counter and made it look like he was looking at the cigarettes until he made a move on the cashier faster then the blink of en eye and he was holding him around the neck.
"Empty the register." He said quickly still with a good grip on his neck.
The man went to open the register when Tony pulled his gun out from under his shirt along with his badge and held then out. "Let the guy go." He said and the boy looked up at him.
"Heh, you think that scares me?" In a flash before Tony could do a thing his gun and badge were taken away and he was standing there with no weapon. The boy appeared again at the counter holding the gun and badge. "Hm, these could be useful. Got any other things on ya I should know about?"
Tony put his hands up and shook his head, he had figured this kid was a mutant. Tony was at a loss he had never faced a mutant before.
The boy ran over and quickly frisked Tony In less then a second then went back with the gun still pointed at Tony. "Okay you're clean now would you mind? He said and jumped back over the counter. "I said open the register!" he yelled.
"Not gonna happen." Tony said and flamed shot up in his hands. The boy was about to run over to him but quickly stopped when he saw that no matter where he went he got burned when Tony fired up his body heat to above 300 degrees.
"Whoa, you're a mutie too?" he said and in a split second reached in and grabbed the money from the drawer.
One of the flames in Tony's hand turned into a ball and he whipped it at the boys back right as he started to run out the door. He yelled and fell forward, tripping over his own feet fro the speed. Tony ran up to him and pinned him down with one hand on his back, he lowered his temperature so that he wouldn't leave to bad a burn on his back.
Tony reached in his pocket and whipped open his phone, he called the police and reported what happened and where they were.
The boy was kicking his feet unbelievably fast but with Tony's weight on him he couldn't go anywhere. "Come on, calm down." Tony said. "You can't go anywhere."
"Why are you doing this? Just leave me alone! I just need some cash so I can live! You should know it ain't easy for a mutant to live out here!" The boy yelled.
Tony ignored him and a few seconds later the cops showed up and took one look at the boy and nodded to each other. "Pietro Maximoff," one of them said. "Been trying to get this kid for ages, thanks." He said to Tony.
Tony got off him as the cops took over and picked up his gun and badge. When the cops got him to his feet after getting the cuffs on Tony yelled out no, but it was too late. Pietro was off in a flash and ran down the street.
"Shit!" The cop said and they got in their patrol cars. "We had him!" they yelled as they sped off in the direction he went.
Tony looked after them and went down the street as well to look for him. He had to stop running and try and get the cuffs off eventually and chances are he could stop soon, Tony knew running with handcuffs on was not easy.
AN: Wow that took a long time but it is finished. And I just have to say I'm sorry that this took so long but eh school started today and it sucks. Also I'm sorry if I screwed upon Pietro in anyway but ya know… blah. I wanted to pick someone else that really remained a bad guy but my brain wasn't working so the only brotherhood member's I could really think of were Magneto, Toad, Wanda, Avalanche and Pietro. And he's the only one who really worked.
On another note, who else is still in denial about Steve Irwin? I know I am! I mean I remember watching him when I was a real little kid; he was like my role model for a while and still kinda is. Anyway it's depressing and I find it sad as hell so ya know, my condolences. Hope he's still fightin' crocs in Heaven.