A/N: Harry: You don't own me! *sticks his tongue out at me*
Clint: Harry love don't be immature
Harry: I'm not!
Me: Yes you are
Harry: Now who's being immature?
Clint: Luna, be the bigger person.
Me: Yes, Clint
Harry: Don't bring my height into this!
Clint and Me: We weren't!
Harry: *Starts crying* I was only saying that Luna Morning-Star doesn't own Harry Potter or the Avengers and all rights go to people with much bigger paychecks than her.
Me: *Blushes furiously* Please don't talk about my money
Clint: *cough* or lack thereof *cough
Me: *glares*
A/N: Sometimes we'll be following a certain character, no not in a creepy way, and sometimes it will be their POV, I'll let you know when it changes. Adieu.
Following Tony (Again, not stalker-y)
Tony turned left into the room, certain that he'd found Dr Banner's lab again. Instead, he was met by a long room with targets at the far end. Six targets, each with something different in their bullseye. The one on the far left had an axe, maybe a Francisca, then three throwing stars, followed by a bullet hole in the dead centre(or center wherever you're from) of the small target, on the right of that target there was an arrow, or a bolt, no, an arrow. The last two had a knife buried in it, to the hilt and the last had some sort of sharp frisbee. A chakram, that's it.
Tony continued his examination of the room only to realise that he wasn't alone. A short man, maximum 5'5" (1.68m) was polishing a Japanese bo, before placing it on the rack of weapons he had. There were seven different types of bows alone. There were also kunai knives, nunchaku, sai, kama, three katanas, an odachi, nine iron fans, push daggers, a bunch of axes, and a collection of guns and flamethrowers so large Tony gave up trying to identify them.
The young man had already gathered his weapons from the six inline targets and was putting them in the only empty spaces on the enormous weapons rack. He picked up a modern composite bow and its accompanying quiver. The short man then took a small remote from his boot and did something. What he did Tony found out anyway as six more targets came from a panel in the wall, and the now collective 12 targets started moving randomly, sharply. Then in rapid-fire concession, he let off four shots. When Tony blinked he realised there was an arrow in each of the bullseyes.
"Excuse me, did you know I was here the whole time?" Tony had to ask after a while.
"Yes," was the short reply.
"I was looking for the bridge, and then got lost, do you know how to get there?"
"Yes," Sirius Lee (A/N: I had to) does this kid know any other word? The young man had gathered all the arrows and the targets had all gone.
"Will you show me how to get there?"
"Yes," The man put his bow on the rack and turned to Tony. He was gorgeous, his unmanageable black hair perfectly framed his slight face, accentuated by pink cupid's bow lips. But the pièce de résistance was his eyes. Bright emerald green. It couldn't have been natural. The man couldn't have been more than 19, a bit young for S.H.I.E.L.D though.
They walked on and Tony attempted to make conversation until he couldn't handle it anymore.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes,"
"That was rhetorical, I'm Tony Stark, billionaire, genius, philanthropist, playboy, though I met someone today that I'd be willing to lose the last title for."
"..."
"Nothing! Most people would KILL to be with m-" He stopped and looked around when he noticed he was standing in the middle of the bridge surrounded by the Avengers (minus Hawkeye and Captain America), Fury, and faceless agents, all looking at him. He blushed and lowered his voice. "Since you know who I am, can I have your name and number, Agent Sexy?"
"No," Was all he got as an answer and was about to complain when Director Fury cut in,
"Did he find your personal training room Agent?"
"Yes sir, he watched me practice for 20 mins. It was very annoying."
"I'm ANNOYING?!" Tony screamed, "I have been trying to make conversation with you for the whole walk over here and only got yes or no answers, to the point where I think you're stupid (A/N: Not to insult any people with a speech impediment or disabilities that make you only use y/n answers) or something, only to get here and find out you can speak perfectly well." He finished his mini-tirade with a face that looked like it wasn't sure if it should be furious or pouting. There was stunned silence before Fury herded them off the bridge and down to Dr Banner's lab. "Also, what is Phase 2 ?"
"Phase 2 is where S.H.I.E.L.D uses the cube to make weapons," Captain America interrupts, slamming a big gun on the table.
"Right, well that's classified so I'm off. It was nice to meet you Dr Banner, Mr Rogers, Mr Odinson, Agent Romanoff. Mr Stark, thanks for the laugh, you're rage was utterly hilarious. We will meet again. Director." And with a nod to Fury, the mystery agent walked out the door.
"See ya Agent Sexy!" Tony yelled after him, returned to high spirits.
"Who was that sir, I've been at S.H.I.E.L.D for three years and I've never seen him before?" Natasha asked.
"That was Phoenix," He says off-handedly.
"That was Phoenix? He's had the highest mission success for two years running, he's the ultimate spy, assassin, and soldier. How old is he? "
"He's 19, the rest is classified, level 8 and up only." Then he heard the clattering of computer keys, "And no Stark, all his files are hard copies only."
"Damnit"
"Language" Everybody turned to look at Cap, "Sorry, it just slipped out."
"Fine then, I won't try to hack S.H.I.E.L.D," Fury breathed a sigh of relief before Stark continued with a smirk, "for information on Phoenix anymore. And since you've taken away my fun let's go back to the previous topic. Phase 2?"
Steve's POV
"Yes, sorry about my entrance earlier, but the computer was moving a little slow for me, Stark," I say, slightly embarrassed about that, but then again, totally miffed at Fury.
"Roger, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract, this does not mean that we're mak-" Fury answers before Stark buts in again.
"I'm sorry, Nick" Are you though? "What were you lying?"
"I was wrong, Director," I say, somewhat wishing I was still in the ice, "The world hasn't changed a bit."
"Did you know about this?" Dr Banner turned to Agent Romanoff. But instead of answering she says,
"You want to think about removing yourself from this environment, Doctor?" Yeah, like that's going to go well.
"I was in Calcutta. I was pretty well removed." Dr Banner replies, with a mirthless chuckle. Poor fella.
"Loki is manipulating you," Is she always this bad with words?
"And you've been doing what, exactly?" I really shouldn't be encouraging him, even if it's only in my head.
"You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you,"
"Yes, and I'm not leaving because you get all twitchy. I'd like to know why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction." Banner brings me back to the point as we both shoot furious glares at Fury.
"Because of him," Fury says, pointing to Thor, now that's just rude.
"Me?" Thor asks, how much of this has he actually been paying attention to?
Fury goes on, "Last year, Earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned."
"My people only want peace with your planet," Thor refutes, yeah well you're not the only ones out there, are you?
"But you're not the only ones out there, are you?" Fury continues. I still disagree over the guns though, "And you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched, that can't be controlled."
"Like you controlled the cube?" My rage back full force.
"Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies. It is a signal to all the realms that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war."
"A higher form?" Wait did that actually leave my mouth in my shock?"
"You forced our hand. We had to come up with something." Put a sock in it, Fury.
"A nuclear deterrent. Because that always calms everything right down." The sarcasm is greatly appreciated Stark, great now I'm doing it.
"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark." I have to intercede.
"I'm sure if he still made weapons Stark would be neck-deep-" Did he just interrupt me ?
"Wait, wait, hold on. How is this now about me?" Shut up Stark.
"Oh, I'm sorry, isn't everything?" I'm finally fed up.
"I thought humans were more evolved than this." Geez, Thor has great timing, doesn't he?
"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?" And Fury is talking again, way to go Thor.
"You treat your champions with such mistrust-" I'm with you, I think, this confusing.
"Are you boys really that naïve?" I completely forgot you ere there Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D monitors potential threats." It's like you want Banner to start talking too.
"Captain America's on threat watch?" I sure hope not.
"We all are," she replies. Like that makes us feel so much better. And Stark's opened his trap, you know what...
"Stark, so help me God, if you make one more wisecrack..."
Threat! Verbal threat. I feel threatened," I am very tempted to punch Stark.
"Show some respect," I reply.
"Respect what?" Oh, you cheeky b-
"You speak of control, and yet you court chaos," Wait, Thor understands metaphors?
"That's his M.O., isn't it? I mean what are we a team? No, we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're a time bomb."
"You need to step away." Fury might actually be onto something here.
"Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam." That's it Stark.
"You know damn well why. Back off!"
"I'm starting to want you to make me." Oh, I will.
"Yeah. Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off what are you?" He deserves it.
"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."
"I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make a sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."
" I think I would just cut the wire." Smartass.
"Always a way out. You may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero."
"A hero? Like you?" Yes, like me, wow that sounded self-absorbed. "You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers" I'm gonna punch him. "Everything special about you came out of a bottle." I give up.
"Put on the suit. Let's go a few rounds."
"You people are so petty and tiny." Shut up Thor, I was going to get to punch Stark."
"Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr banner back to his-"
"Where? You rented my room."
"The cell was just in case..." Don't even justify it, Fury.
"In case you needed to kill me. But you can't. I know, I tried." Oh no. "I got low. I didn't see an end. So, I put a bullet in my mouth, and the other guy spat it out. So I moved on. I focused on helping people. I was good. Until you dragged me back to this freak show and put everyone here ar risk." Uh oh. "You want to know my secret, Romanoff? You want to know how I stay calm?"
"Dr Banner," I say, "Put down the sceptre." I don't even think he knows he's holding it. A beeping went off.
"Sorry kids, you don't get to see my party trick after all." Stark wants to go.
"You're not going alone," I say.
"You're gonna stop me," he replies.
"Put on the suit, let's find out."
"Oh my god," We all turn to Dr Banner when a loud explosion shakes the room and knocks us all back.