Heyho! So, this is kinda awkward. Erm… The Hiatus is over I guess. I mean, updates will probably be irregular… But hey! Hiatus over, right? I own nothing but the plot and the idea. (Vooda too I guess but she's irrelevant now.)

Peter and Bruce seemed to have talked about everything by now, it had been hours.

Tony had left to his lab again, murmuring something about side effects and finding out how to dispel the spell.

Steve finally walked to the elevator, taken it down to Tony's lab and knocked on the door. Getting no response he opened the door, finding Tony slumped over the table, fast asleep. Steve winced internally, he knew it hurt, leaning on something with an arc reactor. He had slumped on the kitchen table upstairs and instantly regretted it.

Gently, careful not to wake Tony, Steve lifted him up, bridal style, and carried him over to the worn but comfy couch tucked away in the corner of the room.

"How do you deal with this Tony. How do you deal with this."

LENI BRAEK.

By the time Peter and Bruce had finished talking, Peter had realized how late it was, and took off, yelling about, "AUNT MAY'S GONNA KILL MEEEE!" Clint had burst out laughing, to the point where the pain in his chest flared and he had to lie down.

In reality, Aunt May was out for the week, having just that morning left. Peter had to go out for his evening patrol as Spidey.

It had been a few minutes after Peter left, when Steve finally came back upstairs, looking concerned. "What is wrong, Son of Rodgers?" Thor boomed.

"I'm just… How does Tony…" "Deal with it?" Natasha finished. "Он пьет."

Steve didn't understand Russian, but he understood Natasha's meaning. The tone of her voice gave it away. Sadness.

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Tony woke up on the couch, surprised to see he was on the couch. He figured either Steve or Bruce had found him asleep on the table, and moved him. Not Clint, the bird brain would have most likely drawn on his face, and Natasha? Well… She was Natasha. Who knows.

Tony stretched, and feeling a little cramped, decided to go for a flight in the Ironman suit. "Jarvis?" "Yes sir?" "Tell the others I've gone for a flight. Let me know if their… Chest Pains get any worse, alright honey?" "Yes sir."

Flying through the city was quite nice, he was sure he saw Spidey webbing up some thugs, Deadpool eating a chimichanga, and Daredevil leaping off a building, but when he tried to catch another glimpse of the mercenaries they were already gone.

Sighing, Tony angled the repulsers to take him higher, he always found flying above the clouds more relaxing. That is, until a green blur crashed into him high in the sky, at only a height an aircraft (or Hulk) ((or Ironman)) could reach.

PLEASE READ. That's all for now, getting back into the swing of this story. Longer chapters soon. The only reason my chapters are often so short is I'll feel like I owe you guys an update, and quickly get something down. SO! Would you guys prefer shorter but quicker chapters or longer but slower chapters? ~ShadeShadow