[A/N Oh God, I was starting to feel all tingly inside because you are all so extremely helpful and nice to meeeee. *cries* All the feeeels.]

Part 5.

We were once again seated in Fury's office, the Cap'n and me. Cozily in that warm office of Fury, because the man is all mellow himself. You know how he is! Insert a dose of Stark sarcasm there. Fury was looking at us, and I looked him right in the eye. Eyepatch. Eye? I settled on the Eyepatch, because it was less intimidating and personal/ Getting personal with Fury isn't nice.

"You, Stark. I expected this kind of rubbish from you. You are just the man for the job. Arrogant, smart, a real technologist and oh so clever with your little machines. Rogers, on the other hand," he turned his eyepatched gaze to Steve, "I'd expected better from you!" Steve visibly cringed under the disappointed look of his superior. This kind of made me angry, presumably because I cared or something irrelevant and stupid like that but the feeling was so, so annoying.

"Steve, had nothing to do with this, sir." Steve straightened in his seat and looked at me with a curious look. Fury looked from Steve to me and back a couple of times. "It was all on me. Do you really think a man born 70 to 80 years ago could actually have helped me hack your system? It even took JARVIS 20 minutes. Steve wouldn't succeed in a century! No offense, pal." I slapped Steve on his upper-leg and he shrugged. "Let me tell you Fury. Punish me all you want, kick me out of the team. Whatever. I mean, trust me, I really don't need that monthly paycheck from S.H.I.E.L.D. to be able to sustain any kind of livelihood. I have Thor's weight in millions on my bank account." I Looked back at Steve, who had fallen remarkably quiet, before continuing, "But don't punish this guy. He doesn't deserve your anger, or your rants or punishments. Look at him! Does he look like the kind of guy who'd hack into your system and ruin your party?" Fury considered this for a moment.

"Alright, Stark. I get it, I get it. I'll find some way to get you back, Stark, you can count on that. You are dismissed," I jumped out of my seat and pulled Steve with me in a quick motion, doing a little happy dance, but Fury settled his eye on my again. "For now." Because Fury had to make everything scary and dramatic and that's why you just don't want to be around him. And his secrets have secrets, which is like secret-ception and extremely creepy and you do not want to read into that too much.

"Yes, right. Come on, superhubby!" I started pushing Steve's back with my fists, putting all my weight into it, but not really succeeding anyway.

"Good bye, Mr Rogers." Steve replied with a curt nod and turned around, grabbing my arms.

"No, Tony, no pushing me around. Bad girl." He patted my head and grinned down at me, making me feel even smaller and weaker.

"Wait until I get my suit on." I smirked back, all worries about Fury gone. But when I turned around to give one last wave to my weirdly scary employer, I'm sure I saw the tiniest smile on his lips. Why was everyone smiling behind my back all the time?

"Hey Steve is my hair a funny color or something?" Steve had my wrist in enclosed in his hand, and was dragging me towards my work shop.

"What?" He asked absent-mindedly, letting go of my wrist to search around my workshop for something.

"Everybody has been hiding smiles from us. I'm trying to find out what's so funny."

"Hmm, no idea." He replied, going about opening cupboards and drawers. I stood with my hands on my hips, foot tapping the ground impatiently.

"What are you looking for?" I finally asked when one of my favorite 'stark' coffee mugs fell to the ground and broke. I winced when a few sketches landed in the spilled left-over coffee.

"It has to be somewhere here." Steve mumbled. Before he could do any more damage to my workshop, I grabbed his arm.

"Steve!" He turned around to face me and he was suddenly very, very close. I could actually smell his breath when he mumbled 'yes?'. "Take a chill pill. Relax. Tell me what it is you're looking for."

"Right. Okay. " He sat down on the chair I shoved towards him and I sat on the desk in front of him. "So I was in your work-shop, like, yesterday." I raised an eye-brow, which meant: 'what kind of business could you of all people have in my workshop?', but he held his hand up. "I will get to that later. So, I was in your work-shop, when I hear a voice, right?" I nod, afraid of the direction in which this conversation in headed, "But I don't see a person. You can imagine how creepy that was right? So I go searching, like, where is this coming from, man? So walk in the direction of the voice, when suddenly I hear it right behind me!" My eyebrows have positively reached my hair-line now. "So I figured, it must be something moving. Or like, a walky-talky! We had those in the war, you know. So where are you hiding them?" Steve asked, eyes shining and mouth in a big smiled like he had just made a brilliant deduction. I hopped off my desk, when to sit in front of him and clasped my hands on his shoulders.

"Steve, Steve, Steve.." I shook my head and could barely contain my laughter. "I think, you just met JARVIS." I bark out a laugh and my head falls into his lap. "You- you thought JARVIS, my AI, was a walky-talky? Oh Jesus God I wish I had a facebook. I should make a facebook ant put it on there. I really should." Steve was apparently still not up to date.

"Wait, JARVIS isn't your friend, then?"

"Oh, yes he is. I created him, he's a robot. He does everything for me, and a lot for the team too. He tells everyone the weather and the time when they get up and he is able to do all kinds of cool things."

"Thank you, sir." JARVIS' voice echoed through the workshop and Steve jumped.

"I didn't have him installed in your room, because I thought it might scare you. Old man." I slapped his knee and stood up. Offering my hand to him. He took it with one of those amazingly grateful smiles on his face even if he didn't need my hand to get up. He's just sweet like that. He started laughing softly to himself.

"I guess that was pretty stupid, right?"

"No, it was rather adorable." I grinned, sitting down at my desk to start with the new Iron Man mask that had been ruined during the last mission.

"Hey Tony?"

"Hmhm?"

"Thanks for what you did, back there. In Fury's office. I mean, anger is bad, I don't like it when people are angry at me. But this was way worse, because he was disappointed. Thank you." I stood again, unable to sit still for too long, and made my way to the Captain.

"My pleasure, superhubby." And I leaned into him for a super comfortable huh that only he seemed to be able to give me.

[A/N aah dad is shutting off the internetz in 3 minutes, so I hope this is alright can't read it aaah *spaces out*]