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Chapter 2: Just click it!

As the screen lit up most of the team sat back to watch relaxed and as AC/DC's Back in Black blasted from the speakers everyone rolled their eyes, though each had their own nature about them. Natasha and Steve looked a bit fiery, Fury was irked, Thor was confused, and Clint looked maybe a tiny bit fond? Of the music or Stark Bruce couldn't say because he still didn't know much about the archer. Bruce himself was entertained, because of course it would be AC/DC; Tony lived and breathed old rock and roll.

A Desert area filled the screen, beautiful with the shadow of rocky mountain in the background. A line of military humvees drove along a dirt road, kicking up dust as they moved. As they did so a line of text faded into the scene. Kunar Province, Afghanistan.

"Kunar," Bruce mumbled mostly to himself before asking, "Isn't that where Tony went missing?"

Fury made a sort of affirmative grunt noise and Bruce liked this even less now.

"Stark went missing?" Steve asked with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, a few years ago," Natasha replied evenly. "You were still on ice then."

Steve made a hum noise and nodded his head while Thor looked at his teammates with a bit of confusion. They showed very little care that the Man of Iron was taken.

'Perhaps it isn't a large concern for the people of Midguard,' he thought to himself with a shrug of his shoulders before returning his attention to the screen.

The image cut from a soldier manning one of the guns at the top of a humvee to inside one of them. Center screen was a radio, which was the source of the music, and around it were three soldiers. Again the screen shifter to the soldier sitting in the passenger seat. He was shifting around and glancing back at the seat behind him. A hand appeared then, holding a tumbler of what was likely scotch, with a younger soldier in the background staring at its holder before looking away.

Tony Stark was sitting in an expensive looking suit and sunglasses, looking around at them silently, before he started talking.

"I feel like your driving me to a court-martial," he said. "This is crazy. What did I do? I feel like your going to pull over a snuff me." The young soldier looked to shrug his shoulders a bit, looking very uncomfortable. "What, you're not allowed to talk?" Tony looked over at him. "Hey, Forrest!"

"He shouldn't be talking to soldiers like that," Steve groused before grumbling, "Show some respect."

Fury looked over at him, his one eye showing his exasperation. "This is Tony Stark we're talking about Captain," he said. "I don't believe respect is in his repertoire of skills."

"We can talk sir," the young soldier Tony had dubbed Forrest said slowly, though he didn't make eye contact with him.

"Oh, I see. So it's personal?" Tony asked looking away.

"No, you intimidate them," a woman's voice came from the driver.

"A woman warrior!" exclaimed Thor with a splitting smile and a pump of his fist. "I have yet to see another warrior woman of Midguard apart from our own dear Widow of Black!"

Natasha looked over at him with a small pretty much nonexistent smile, but a smile non the less.

"Good God, you're a woman."

There was a slight growl from somewhere in the room.

"I honestly… I couldn't have called that. I mean, I'd apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here? I thought of you as a soldier first."

The two other soldiers seemed hard pressed to keep from laughing.

"I'm an airman," she responded shortly.

"Well, you have, actually, excellent bone structure, there," Tony said slowly, maybe even a bit awkwardly to save the situation.

Steve drew back in shock. "Isn't Tony married?" he asked with a tinge of disgust to his voice.

"Yes," answered Fury shortly.

"So, he's not only a complete ass, but he cheats on his wife too?" Steve arms were already crossed over his chest as though he had solidified his opinion on this.

Natasha sighed. "Well," she started, leaning forward in her chair. "Tony has never cheated on Pepper. The media makes up situations to cause scandals. It's amazing what some people can do with photoshop. He does however look at other women, but what man doesn't." She didn't want to defend Stark, but she had actually built a friendship with Pepper, and she was her only real girl friend. "And women aren't innocent of that either. We'll appreciate a good looking man."

"I'm having a hard time not looking at you now."

'A man should only have eyes for his wife…' Steve thought.

"Is that weird?"

The soldiers and airman tried to hold in their laughter as grins broke across their faces.

"Yeah! Come on, it's okay, laugh!" tony encouraged loudly.

The soldier up front turned and made a gesture to get Tony's attention. "Sir, I... I have a question to ask you."

"Yes, please."

"Is it true you went twelve to twelve with last year's Maxim cover models?"

Steve's eyes narrowed and he shot a look at Natasha, who rolled her eyes in return before gesturing back to the screen.

"That is an excellent question," he started, taking off his sunglasses. He had a serious look on his face as he looked back at the man. "Yes and no. March and I had a scheduling conflict , but fortunately, the Christmas cover was twins."

Before Steve could do anything, Natasha held a finger out to him, signaling to wait.

"But that was what, five years ago now, before I got together with Pep."

Steve still looked unconvinced.

"Who I think you would get along with swimmingly Ms. Airman."

The woman smiled again as Tony asked if there was anything else. 'Forrest' raised his hand tentatively.

"You're kidding me with the hand up, right?" Tony asked dully.

The young man quickly lowered it and asked, "Is it cool if I take a picture with you?"

"Yes, it is very cool."

Bruce let a surge of satisfaction pulse through him. "Well," he said, making most in the room jump as he had been very quiet the whole afternoon. "That was nice of him."

A happy grin spread across the soldier face as he started shifting in his seat. He pulled out a small digital camera and handed it to the passenger, who gave an "All right!", before settling next to Tony. Tony leaned in next to him as the young man quickly through up a peace sign.

"Why does he have a camera?" Steve asked as a confused, maybe even almost indigent look crossed his face.

"Soldiers are allowed to carry them." Bruce replied. "Well, small durable ones. It's really not that different from things people carried around in World War II."

"I don't want to see this on your MySpace page," Tony said in a serious but joking manner. "Please, no gang signs."

The soldier quickly lowered his hand before Tony glanced at him again. "No, throw it up. I'm kidding," he said.

It was quickly back in place. "Yeah, peace. I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace."

"What does friend Stark mean by that?" Thor asked with furrowed eyebrows, his usually loud booming voice was down to an inside level.

"Tony… He use, use to be a weapons manufacturer. It was his family's business."

Thor nodded slightly, eyes still confused. "And he no longer follows his families profession?" he asked.

Bruce nodded. "Yes, well, unless you count the Iron Man suit a weapon, which could actually fall under many different categories by definition…" Bruce stopped and glanced at Thor. "Uh no."

Thor nodded.

"Come on," urged the soldier. "Come on!" The soldier holding the camera was fiddling with it. "Just click it. Don't change any settings. Just click it,"

As the man was about to take the picture, the hum in front of them exploded. There was a yelp from one of the two up front. Tony seemed to be in slight shock at what he had just seen happen.

Everyone in the room leaned in a bit, watching the screen with varying expressions, eyes widening slightly.

"What's going on?!" he asked, wide eyed, looking around at the others.

"Contact left!" screamed the woman. She screamed something else as Tony yelled "What have we got?!" as he looked over at Jimmy.

The woman got out of the humvee, gun in hand, and was shot down.

"Jimmy, stay with Stark!" the older soldier called from the his seat as he to left the vehicle.

"Stay down!" The young man, now Jimmy, said urgently, pushing Tony farther down in his seat.

"Yeah," Tony said moving down further, but he could still see as the man was shot.

"Son of a bitch!" Jimmy cried, loading his weapon, before moving to leave as well.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Tony cried reaching out to him. "Stay here! Or give me a gun!"

But Jimmy was already outside. "Stay here!" Jimmy yelled from the other side of the door.

And Tony watched as he turned around and was gunned down, wholes blasting through the side of the vehicle.

"Dear God," Bruce whispered. This was already worse then he had imagined.

All the sound cut out except for the ringing in Tony's ears, before it faded back in as muted explosions and gunfire. Tony looked around him in shock of what was going on around him. Outside another bomb was tossed, taking out a few of the American soldiers. Tony ran from the humvee.

"No!" came a collective call, yelp, order, from the audience.

"Idiot," hissed Natasha as she glared at the screen.

Bruce looked at her over his glasses. "He's in shock."

"I know that," she seethed. "Doesn't change the fact that it was stupid."

"Yes, well," Bruce started. "Not everyone can be trained to withstand every trauma."

Natasha looked at him sharply, but did't say anything in return.

Another explosive flew past Tony as he ducked against the humvee, landing somewhere behind him. He made a break through the fires and dove behind a rock formation a bit away. He quickly pulled out his phone and started clicking away furiously as bullets rained around him. As he was doing so there was a whistling sound of an incoming explosive and the angle changed, showing the smoke as in landed in the sand next to him.

"Oh God," Bruce said again, clutching at the arm rests on his seat turning his knuckles white. His heart was racing and he would bet the others would notice quickly that his skin had a definite green tinge to it. And they did, as they watching him wearily, hoping that he could keep it together.

Tony stared at it, freezing when he saw STARK INDUSTRIES printed neatly on the side. He scrambled to his feet to get away as fast as he could but it wasn't fast enough. The detonation blasted him back, and he slammed to the ground. He spent a moment gazing around dazed only hearing a sharp ringing, before red started to appear through his shirt. He looked down at his chest as the stains grew. Slipping fingers between the buttons of his shirt, he ripped it open revealing a now red stained bullet proof vest.

Bruce released a sharp breath he didn't even know he was holding. He liked Tony. A lot. Because Tony was the only person not scared of him. He was the only person to treat him normally… Bruce was happy to say that Tony and he had become fast friends, so seeing his friend like this wasn't easy.

Tony slumped back to the ground and simply laid there. The screen faded to white before it faded back in to what looked like mesh. With this came the sound of people speaking quickly in a foreign language. The mesh was suddenly pulled from Tony's vision, and turned out to be a burlap sack.

"He was a hostage?" Steve asked quietly, and no one was sure if he was asking himself or them.

Dazed and bloodied, Tony squinted at the sudden light. His head moved on his neck weakly as he tried to figure out what was going on. The he caught sight of a camera and a dark look came to his eyes as he straighten up. He was shown surrounded by men with guns, one particularly large one next to his head.

"Yes." Fury replied, his tone a little softer then usual.

The screen turned back and with the sound of metal slamming against metal, gold text appeared. 'IRON MAN'.

"He was taken hostage," Steve said again before asking, "But what was he even doing there in the first place? Wouldn't he just..."

"Spoiler alert!" Clint said suddenly, interupting Cap and getting a stern look for his efforts. "It will probably be in the movie,"

Steve sat back in his seat again, arms crossing over his chest, and the team resumed watching to screen.