Well, a chapter nice in time for the iron man 3 trailer tomorrow (are you fangirling yet?). :D

6

'So… Aliens.' John stated matter-of-factly. He stared at the creatures flying in the sky.
'You get used to it.' Steve said comforting.
John looked to his side, where Sherlock wasn't taking his eyes of the things.
John thought about the time they had encountered an imaginary hound on the moor, and Sherlocks reaction when he had seen it. It was probably time for him to be a doctor. 'You coping well?'
'Why shouldn't I be?'
'Oh I don't know, the last time you didn't believe the evidence of your own eyes-'
'You're forgetting that I was right that time as well.'
Tony interrupted them. 'Girls, now is not the time, they're coming towards us. Cap, got any nice strategies you want to share with us?'
Steve hesitated. 'I guess it's like last time. We have to destroy the source.'
Tony shrugged. 'The sky is clear of magical blue lights today, not sure what you're getting at here.'
Steve sighed. 'I mean we should interrupt the signal that's directing the aliens.'
Bruce gave him a surprised look. 'Looks like someone has been spending some time in the twenty-first century.'
'The flat of the phone company over there.'
Everyone took a break of alien-spotting to glance at Sherlock.
'What, isn't it obvious?'
John sighed. 'Please just stick to us being idiots that need to be told everything.'
Sherlock breathed in and Steve saw a long monologue coming. 'We haven't got the time for this. Sherlock, you go do those things that solve everything, we'll cover for you.'
He seemed to realise now that John was still there. 'John, you got any nice superpowers?'
'No, but I do have a gun.'
'Good. You do that. Let's go people.'
One of the aliens came flying down. The first of the storm. John smiled in the face of the danger. This was exhilarating. Even better than fighting crime with Sherlock.

Moriarty looked down on the city, burning in chaos. People running around, screaming, fleeing, terror everywhere.
Yes, he could get used to this. Perhaps later, he would take Britain, when Loki was out of the way and his army was so scared of that they obeyed only him.
He scanned the streets. Yes, everything was going perfectly and nothing would stop him.
Well, him. Them, he reluctantly admitted to himself. He'd needed Loki for this one, like he'd needed Irene Adler for another one.
In some ways Loki was like her. Sherlock would be fascinated with him as well, what with him being a god and all. In a lot of obvious was he was also definitely not like her. He quickly disregarded the comparison.
Ugh.
Bored.
Sherlock would be having all the fun down there while the only thing he was allowed to do was watch, it was just not fair.
Well yes, he didn't like to get his hands dirty, but that was no reason he shouldn't be in the middle of it, annoying everyone.
Ah, there was the pathetic little group that was intending to beat him. They weren't even really trying, it seemed. They kept talking, arguing, making plans, blah, blah, blah. But look!
In the commotion, Sherlock ran away. Fleeing?
No, the bastard would be too smug for that. So he was interrupting their plans.
Interrupting.
Interrupting the signal.
The word echoed through the sky.
'SHERLOCK!'

Sherlock smiled. Of course Moriarty would know. He was going to need someone to cover him directly while he was working.
John wouldn't do this time. Perhaps the man with the arrows. Agent, Tony had called him.
Strategically, this was his best bet.
He got his phone out of his coat and texted John.

I need the agent here. –SH
The reply took a matter of seconds, good old John.
Which one?
There are more? –SH
Don't be so ignorant, master detective. The one with the arrows or the woman that's good at kung-fu or something.
Arrows. –SH

He heard a soft thud behind him and smiled. 'That was nice and fast.'
Clint lay an arrow on his bow. 'I try.'