For the Taylor Swift Challenge (HPFC) and Director Fury's School of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents (AFC)

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beep . . . beep . . . beep

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The beeps were the only indication that the thin figure on the bed was still alive.

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beep . . . beep . . . beep

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Brown eyes flicker open as the figure on the bed wakes up.

"Good morning. It's 11 A.M. The weather in Malibu is 74 degrees with clear skies." The voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke from the speakers in the room. Then, J.A.R.V.I.S. paused. "Sir, you have a visitor."

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Phil entered the room. His eyes widened a fraction at how fragile the billionaire looked, before he composed himself.

"Mister Stark." Phil kept his voice even as he greeted the Tony. The genius stared back at him blankly, before settling back into his pillows.

"What the hell do you want?" Tony bit out, his voice strained. Phil took a deep breath, before he started to explain.

"You see . . . "

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"You want me to house the Avengers?" Tony's voice was incredulous as he stared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. He stared back unflinchingly.

"In short, yes." Coulson replied, and a deep sigh escaped Tony's mouth.

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Tony says yes, of course, even though the thought of any of his ex-teammates near him sent shivers down his spine. And no, not in the good way.

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beep . . . beep . . . beep

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Maybe Tony just wants to see them all in real life, one last time, before he dies.

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t.b.c.