"Steve. Steve no. Get back here Capsicle!"
"Tony, I'm fine!"
Tony seemed flustered and annoyed, arms crossed as he sat back on the couch. His eyes followed the war vet as he approached the flat screen TV in the wall, appearing to be looking for something. Something that was nonexistent in modern day times.
"Where's the buttons to change the TV...? And why is it so high up? And in the-"
"Steve!" Tony yelled, visibly beginning to get angered. "Holy geez Steveroonie. You don't go up and press buttons to change the channel anymore." he lifted up the remote and waved it in front of him. "You use this thing. And guess what's it's called? A TV remote..."
Steve stared at the device for a few moments, blinking in surprise. Then, he gave a sort of half chuckle, crossing thick arms across a heavy chest. "Well now. I think that's a bit more useful than just walking up and punching buttons on the TV to change channels and volume, isn't it?"
"No shit Sherlock." Tony snorted, putting the remote back on the couch, leaning back to get comfortable. Steve's eyes lit up at the name, causing Tony to smirk at him. "Well well. Look who finally got a modern day reference, ey old man?"
Steve's expression vanished at the term old man, eyes growing narrowed now. Tony groaned and rolled his eyes, becoming increasingly annoyed. "Jeez. Get your star-spangled ass over here. And get that bug out of your ass."
After a few moments of hesitation, Steve gave a small nod. He plopped down on the couch a few inches away from the billionaire. They sat in relative silence, idly watching the news station, listening to politics, weather, and about what would be shocking stories that happened in the city. Yet, the two Avengers didn't seem too shocked at some of the stories shown to them.
Though, something made Tony scoff and stiffen, another news story coming up. Steve raised an eyebrow, looking towards the TV to see the source of his reaction. There was a man on the screen, talking with a news reporter. He was fairly older, thinning pale hair on his head. The man's cheeks and lower eyelids sagged on his face, showing much stress in a possible work schedule. Small eyes blinked at the reporter, pale thin lips curling at the corners upwards into a somewhat pleased expression.
"...Mr. Ludwig Schultz-" the reporter began, though was cut off as the man's pleased expression vanished with a frustrated one.
"Please, call me Dr. Ludwig Schultz." the man grumbled, shaking his head. "Now, what were you saying?"
"Anyways..." she cleared his throat. "...How do you plan to outclass your rival, Mr. Tony Stark? He does have the upper hand over you and your company."
Dr. Schultz cleared his throat. "As I do believe that Stark Industries is a talented corporation with intelligent scientists, I know for a fact that soon his time will be over. His reign over the science world will loosen, and another will rise. And that, will be-"
Steve blinked when the TV suddenly went black. He looked to Tony with a slightly confused expression. The other man beside him was fuming, seething with a quiet anger. Shaking his head with a grunt, his hands gripped the remote with a frighteningly strong grip.
"Tony, what's wrong?" Steve asked, eyebrows raised. "You're just..."
"He's such a lying bastard." Tony hissed, shaking his head as he slammed the remote down. "He promises to help others, yet he's creating weapons of mass destruction for Germany..."
"Who? That man that was on TV?" Steve asked, blinking in surprise. "He seemed like a pretty nice man-"
"You only heard him for a minute." Tony spat, shaking his head once more, eyes narrowed. "I've heard him at press conferences and interviews and a bunch of other things. I know for a fact that he hates America and hates how I'm supporting the country. He isn't a good man. I know that for a fact."
Steve gave a small frown, looking down. "...I don't think you're right though..." he sighed, leaning back and attempting to get comfortable, watching Tony flick around mindlessly.
Steve had an expressionless face on, staring straight ahead as the elevator took them up. His blue eyes were narrowed ever so slightly, hands curled up into fists. The super soldier glanced at the other man in the elevator, who had similar behavior at the moment. He tore his eyes away from the other, both of them waiting for the doors to slide open.
Stark and Rogers stepped out and walked towards the long table for the purpose of meetings, glancing at everyone else already there. Everyone seemed to have similar expressions, ones of heroes ready for a coming battle. The two newcomers sat down at the two free seats, looking towards Agent Fury, who was pacing around the table, thinking deeply about the recent danger.
"We just need to wait for Thor—"
"We have no way to contact him." Clint pointed out. "Let's just start without him. You said Bruce isn't coming yet, right? He's still on his plane ride from India to here, isn't he? Why don't we just start now?"
Agent Fury glanced at the Archer, eventually giving a small nod. "You're right, Clint." he mumbled, pausing in his pacing as he cleared his throat, looking at the Avengers present. "Now, you are all probably wondering why you're here...there's a threat involving weapons of mass destruction, to put it bluntly."
"And what do you want us to do about it?" Tony grunted, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. "This is a job for the government, isn't it?"
"The government doesn't believe that this is a threat." Agent Fury said blankly, eyes focusing on the billionaire. "Even if we present the evidence to them, they don't believe that the man behind this is guilty."
"So does this mean you know the man who likely is behind this?" Steve asked, leaning forward, resting a curved hand against his mouth as he thought.
"He has many aliases. We don't know which one is the real one." Fury sighed. "Though we could likely figure out his identity if someone like Bruce or Tony can hack and track him down."
"So you don't know who's doing it?" Tony grunted. "And you want Bruce and I to do the dirty work?"
"Just get to work." Fury spat to them, then turned on his heel and left the room.