"Tell me, why does S.H.I.E.L.D. have a space station," Tony asked, looking back at the rest of the Avengers team as they followed Coulson to the command center. The only one who even bothered to answer him was Steve, who just shrugged.
"Why not?"
Tony sighed. "I don't even have a space station!" he whined. "It's not fair. That's it. J.A.R.V.I.S., tell Pepper I am going to make a space station."
"Sir, I think that highly mature of you," the AI responded blatantly. "Nor do I think Ms. Potts would approve very much of using the company for your selfish desires."
"If she wants, I'll—I don't know—but a lab in it and let those idiots, I don't know, play with their legos here." Tony thought he heard Clint snort at his response, but Tony decided to ignore it. "Even Steve would think the Avengers having a space station is a good idea, right Cap'?" Yet when he looked back to ask him, Steve wasn't there. "Cap'?"
When Tony finally managed to see behind the rest of the team, he finally spotted him. A few windows back was Steve, his eyes practically plastered to the window. Tony left the group, earning him a few curious glances from Natasha and Clint, to meet up with the mysterious leader of their group.
"Hey, Cap. You still here?" he asked jokingly.
Steve suddenly looked towards Tony, as if snapping out of some sort of illusion. "Oh, hey. I was just…" his voice trailed off. "It's beautiful."
Tony looked out the window. There was nothing out there that was very remarkable, just a view of endless stars across a dark nothingness. But then, he guessed, to a man from the 40s, who would never have dreamed of visiting space, this was phenomenal.
Song: Lacrimosa by Kalafina
A/N: First of all, this is one of my favorite songs… and I have nothing better than to write than Tony complaining about having a space station. I was thinking space, then the idea of Tony complaining just took control. Bleh.