Wow, sorry it's been so long without a story. School's been super busy especially since this was my final year. But now I can focus on writing full-time now…until I get a job. ;) So, the votes are in: Looks like iron is stronger than adamantium, steel, and uru. :P Though has anybody's mind change after seeing Man of Steel (If you haven't you should, it is epic!)? Let me know if you want me to redo the poll in the review. This is a sequel to 'Finished' by Marie Nomad. You guys should check it out if you haven't already; it's hilarious (and helps this chapter make sense). I was also able to get in some requests as well:

MarieNomad: I bet that JARVIS would be willing to give Clint a video from the security cameras.

kimbee: Jarvis would have footage *evil smile*

Seems like everybody wanted J.A.R.V.I.S. to help out Clint blackmail Tony. The reviewers are all evil. ;) Enjoy!

Overdone

"They did what?!" Stark practically shouted into his Stark-Tooth, entering his workshop. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thanks for telling me Pepper." He hung-up with her, then sighed. "How many times have I invited them to go out drinking with me? Then here comes big-ol' Hercules with his magical elixir and all of a sudden, they're on the 4 o'clock news for adding torsos to the monument…which isn't even that bad, considering what we do when we're blitzed." Tony was having fun coming up with new ways to say the word drunk.

"At least it's something the Government can't blame me for this time, even though they tried to already." He sighed before noticing what Clint was doing. "And what are you doing, my eagle-eyed friend?" He asked walking over to Clint. He peered over his shoulder before Clint leapt to his feet and ran away from Tony, hiding the laptop from him.

"Whoa Clint, what the hell?" Tony exclaimed. "You planning to launch nukes or something?"

"Something like that," he responded, turning the screen to show Tony. Multiple folders were open, revealing photos, and videos of Tony drunk in various places and scenarios. Exclusive photos and videos, that Tony had removed from existence and stored in his own server. He probably should've just deleted them.

Tony's eyes narrowed. "How did get that information?"

Clint grinned smugly. "J.A.R.V.I.S. was helpful in providing the information and finding it all for me."

Tony growled. So he had two turncoats, eh? Not a problem; all he had to do was get the laptop away from Clint and - .

"Not so fast Stark," Clint warned, as if reading Tony's mind. "One more step and I upload all of it. Pictures of you as a rabbit, videos of you drunk, you name it." He grinned, and then looked at the laptop screen. "Guess I finally got you beat this - "

Suddenly, the laptop exploded. Clint eye's practically popped out of his head and he whirled to look at Tony, who now had the Mark 42's gauntlet on his right hand. He grinned. "Whoops."

Clint, who was still trying not to keel over from a heart-attack, dropped the smoldering piece of metal, then stared at Tony. "How the hell could you have put it on so quickly?"

Tony lowered his arm, smoke coming out of the repulsor port. "Long story short, I decided to create a neuro-link between myself and my armor."

"Um…Why?" Clint asked confused.

"Not sure really…it seemed like a good idea at the time actually."

Clint gave Tony a strange look. "Sure, whatever."

"Now," Tony walked over to his holo-table, ejecting the armor piece from his arm. "Continuing on what I was going to ask you before you tried to black mail me, traitor," He paused, then glanced up at JA.R.V.I.S. "You too, K.I.T.T. How would you like me to re-upload your system with Apple?"

"Please sir, he made me," The A.I. smoothly responded.

"Sure he did," Tony nodded, logging in. "Somehow I doubt that, but if that's what you say…" he muttered under his breath. "At least You and Dummy are with me, aren't you guys?"

The two robots beeped enthusiastically.

"Shut up," Tony snapped. "It was rhetorical."

Clint walked up next to him. "You're talking all over the place, man. What was the original thing you came in here for, which probably involves me, and most definitely involves booze?"

Tony grinned. "I'm going to find out what is in Hercules magical booze."

Clint eyed Tony warily. "Are you sure that's a good idea? You saw what happened when Steve had a few glasses. And the guy isn't even supposed to get drunk."

Tony nodded. "Exactly, that's why I need to know what was in it." Tony opened up the analysis of their livers. "I've already had J.A.R.V.I.S. scan both of their digestive systems and livers, to try and analyze any remnants of the wine." Once it was decoded, several different windows opened up; revealing different ingredients, how much of each ingredient was used, etc.

"Huh." Tony was deep in thought, studying the ingredients. "Surprisingly, almost all of them can be found on Earth." He brought some up, and flicked them away when he was done with them. "Just the usual: water, sugar, grapes, cranberries, etc."

"Sounds fruity…or vegetabley," Clint remarked.

"Not helpful," Tony said, still intensely looking over the list. He stooped suddenly. "Huh."

"What?" Clint asked, actually getting genuinely interested. That was rare when it came to Tony.

"Apparently the final ingredient is something called…The Golden Leaf of Fire. Something we, on Earth, definitely don't have…I'm assuming."

"Fire…" Clint thought for a moment. "Do you think a Trinidad Moruga Scorpion chili pepper would be a good substitute?" Stark gave him a look. "You know? Fire, chili pepper…could you stop giving me that look?" Clint said exasperated. "I'm trying to help figure out what we can use as a substitute."

Tony shook his head. "Nonsense; accept no substitutes my fine, feathered friend. All I have to do is examine the chemical engineering of the leaf, break its molecular structure down piece by piece, then recreate it in my lab." He grinned. "Elementary, my dear Hawk."

A few hours later, Tony and Clint stood there, looking at a test tube filled with a mahogany-goldish color.

"Well…it actually smells pretty good," Tony remarked.

"Yeah, very fruity…or vegetabley."

"Stop saying that," Tony said. "Seriously, please, just stop. It literally hurts my ears when you say that word."

Clint rolled his eyes. "Fine, let's just get drunk…crybaby."

Stark grinned. "On that, I say 'it can't happen soon enough.'"

He poured the liquid into two different goblets.

"Fancy," Clint commented. The goblets were very fancy: pure gold, complete with red, ruby diamonds around the rim.

"Well, that's what happens when you're a billionaire; you can pretty much buy anything you want."

"Here here!" Clint took his goblet, and clinked it against Tony's. Upon impact, the diamonds where the cups clinked, cracked and fell off of the goblets and onto the floor, where they shattered.

Clint gave Tony a look. "Really?"

The billionaire looked back, sheepishly. "And sometimes, when you're a billionaire you find out that certain, authentic Egyptian goblets are priceless and are to be kept in a museum for historical purposes and no amount of money you offer will allow you to take them home, forcing you to make your own out of items around the Tower."

"And for a billionaire, playboy, genius, philanthropist this was the best you could come up with?" Clint countered. Upon a second glance, the goblets actually looked quite cheap. Even the gold paint was staring to chip and flake off.

Tony shrugged. "Eh, you know…the economy…."

Clint rolled his eyes. "Whatever, let's just hurry up and get this over with; see if you actually recreated it or not."

They both took huge gulps of the wine, chugging it down. That was the last thing Clint remembered before the blackness took him.

)()(

Clint woke up, groaning. He covered his eyes as the sun beat down on them. He noticed he was covered head-to-toe in dust, and so was the area he was in. While sitting up, he looked around and gasped at what he saw. 'Damn it.' Struggling to get up, he wobbled over to Tony. "Tony, wake up." He kicked Tony in the ribs. Hard.

"Ow!" Tony shot right up, groaning and holding the spot where he was kicked. He glanced around for his attacker before finally seeing Clint. "What was that for?" he demanded.

Clint pointed upward. Ignoring Clint for the moment, Tony looked around and gasped. "What are we doing on the observing area for the Mount Rushmore…" his voice trailed off as he finished glancing upward to where Clint was pointing. The President's heads were all still there, the only thing missing were the newly-added torsos. Chunks of concrete slabs littered the base of the mountain. Tony hung his head; he already knew what had happened.

)()(

Back at the Tower, everybody was watching the news when Tony and Clint walked in. Tony closed the door and slowly made his way over towards the T.V. Clint hung out near the back of the room; he was certain he knew what was coming up.

"Apparently, Tony Stark was happy with the way the Monuments before they were changed and decided to take matters into his own hands to change them back." Video footage played as Stark in the Mark 42 went to town on the Monument's; blasting them with repulsor blasts, missiles, and even pounding on the torsos with his own fists to boot. "Remarkable," the reported commented once the video ended. "This is Ned Leeds, for the Daily Bugle telecast. Back to you Jack."

The T.V. in the Tower shut off as every member turned to stare at Tony and Clint.

"Would an 'I thought it would be a good idea at the time?' help in anyway, whatsoever, at all?" Tony asked, already knowing the answer.