There, I updated. WOOHOO.
A new chapter, in which: Moriarty and Loki dance to Bad by Michael Jackson (okay no, wouldn't it be cool if they did, though?) and Sherlock is slapped in the face.
'Look hon, you're going to need a bit more than that glowstick to get world domination.'
The Norse God turned around, looking very annoyed. 'You doubt the power of the tessaract?'
Moriarty sighed. 'No, no, don't be like that.'
'You do, though.'
He shrugged, smiling. 'Yeah, okay, I do.'
Loki walked up to him, holding his staff high. Moriarty's face got a blue glow. Loki smiled slightly when he backed up. 'But you do fear it.'
'I just think that with a few of my methods we could be unstoppable. Look, I know you're a God and everything, and that's great, but honestly, you're a bit old-fashioned.'
Loki opened his mouth to protest, but Moriarty beat him to it.
'You must have noticed something, I mean, really. We don't ride horses nowadays. Everything can be done in an easier way than you imagine.' He took a step forward. 'And though I love your aggressive way of telling everyone to shut up and kneel, it doesn't do much harm to be charismatic and invade the enemy lines once in a while.'
'Look, mortal, you're trying my patience. What is it that you suggest? Because all you have done so far is criticise my methods.'
'Isn't it obvious? I say we work together. Don't you want the world?'
Loki hesitated.
Moriarty smiled. 'Please don't even try to say that you don't.'
'Fine, yes, I want the world.'
'Well I can give it to you.'
Sherlock walked in the hallways of the aircraft, guided by Fury. 'Shall I introduce you to the rest?'
'You said I wouldn't be bored.'
'I guess that's a no then, sir?'
'You guess correct.'
He sighed. 'And furthermore, you lied.'
'Sorry?'
Sherlock stopped walking and turned toward Fury. 'I am bored.'
Fury looked uncomfortable and tried to start walking again. 'I assure you-'
'BORED!'
'Please sir, I-'
'Bored, bored, BOOORED!'
People gathered around them were starting to give them strange looks. Who was this man and who did he think he was, shouting in the hallways of an aircraft with high security?
Fury started to get a bit desperate. 'Look, I'm sure you won't be bored when we get to the place where you can do your work. Just give me some time.'
'Bored.'
A man started walking towards him. Fury held out his hand to the stranger. 'I'm fine, really.'
He was ignored.
The man walked up to Sherlock and slapped him in his face.
Sherlock stopped shouting to give him an annoyed look. 'Was that absolutely necessary?'
The man shrugged. 'You looked like you needed to be brought down to earth for a bit.' He held out his hand. 'Tony Stark, of Stark enterprises.'
Sherlock shook his hand. 'Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective.'
Tony laughed. 'Really? So I suppose you don't know on what weird vehicle we are in right now?'
Sherlock shrugged. 'It's a helicarrier. A ship that can fly when needed. I don't see why I shouldn't know, it's obvious.'
'Not in the wrong century after all, eh? But seriously, Sherlock Holmes? Why would you need a different name, we're at the secret services, we don't gossip.' He laughed. 'Well we do, but-'
'Bored.' Sherlock turned toward Fury. 'Can we go?'
Fury sighed and gestured at the hallway that stretched out to the right of them. 'Be my guest.'
Tony grinned. 'It's funny because you are.'
'Ha-ha. Yes. Incredibly funny.' He turned right and walked out of their sight.
Tony raised an eyebrow. 'What's up with him?'
Fury sighed. 'He's pretty much always like this.'