So, because I skipped so many months without an update, you guys get two stories in a row! How nice am I? ;P So this is a prequel/sequel to L4J's comic-con chapter. The part of them going after that guy was supposed to be in L4J's story, but because she "couldn't think of where to go with it" I guess it's up to me to save the day…with her approval of course. ;)
Ophelia Lokisdottir: I was so hoping they'd go after the jerk who insulted their costumes
everfaraway: OMG! next chapter: plz tell us what happened at Comic-Con!
I hope you enjoy!
What Happens at Comic-Con stays at Comic Con
Clint, Steve, and Tony all entered the Tower quietly, hoping that no one was up. That hope was quickly diminished however, as they saw that the entire team was in-fact up and watching the T.V. in the living room.
"Hey guys, have you seen this? It's been all over the news!" Bruce called them over. "Someone in an Iron Man, or faux Iron Man suit decide to attack New York Comic-Con."
"I bet it's the Melter," Natasha mused. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s been after him for years without success. It'd be just like him to attack a crowded area full of civilians."
Tony sucked in his breath for exhaling slowly. "It..um…it actually was me who did that." The group all turned to look at him. "Completely by accident of course!" He added, hoping that would help even a little bit.
Natasha sighed. "So, since I was somehow prepared for that, I figured I'd give you a chance to explain yourselves before I kill you."
Tony, Clint, and Steve all gave each other a look before turning back to the others.
"Well…" Tony started.
Comic-Con: 12 hours ago
Tony Stark stood up, wobbling as he did so, a serious expression on his face. "This guy talked down to me – I mean us, humiliated me – I mean us, and insulted me…I mean us. He has to pay for what he's done."
Clint and Steve gave each other worried looks. Even as buzzed as they were, they knew that this was a bad idea.
A few minutes later, the group was sleuthing around tracking down their "fan".
You would think from the amount of alcohol they ingested they would be beyond passed out drunk (especially from Hercules's elixir), but the sugar from the cotton candy counteracted the drowsiness effect from the alcohol, just as Tony had predicted.
"J.A.R.V.I.S. has a lock on him," Stark informed the others. "He should be at the Captain America comics stand."
Steve blinked in surprise. "They're still making Captain America comic books?"
"Yes, but these are originals from the 40's, so sellers hope to get a lot of money for them."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "How much?"
Tony thought for a moment. "Around $4,000 or sometimes waaay higher if it's in perfect condition."
"What?!" Steve shouted, before quieting down due to some looks, and gestures, he received. "Just for a comic book?"
Tony nodded. "Yep." He chuckled off of Steve's expression on his face. "I know, it's crazy isn't it?"
"There he is!" Clint pointed.
The three glanced over to see him at the stand, arguing with the stand's owner.
"I'm telling you, this C.G.C. isn't 9.6!" The belligerent fan shouted back.
Tony rolled his eyes as the two continued to argue back and forth. He zoomed on the comic they were arguing about. "What a douche bag. It is totally a 9.6 grade."
"Focus," Clint reminded Tony. "Humiliate this guy so we can have our revenge, and then we can leave."
Tony nodded. "Fine, fine." Raising his hand he paused, glancing back at Clint and Steve. "Wait, which one won't kill him: lethal or non-lethal?" The three thought about it before they all shrugged. "I'll just go with lethal…what's the worst that can happen?"
"Lethal could be the one that kills him," Clint answered with a shrug.
He was silent for a moment. "Oh yeah," Tony said thoughtfully, before also shrugging. "Worse things have happened," he pointed out.
"Sounds good to me," Steve slurred in agreement before passing out face-first.
Clint nodded in agreement.
Perfect, they were all onboard. "J.A.R.V.I.S., what's the most lethal weapon in this suit?" Tony asked.
"That would be your improved Mark 6 "one-shots" sir, the metal-slicing super lasers."
Tony grinned. "Excellent." Locking on to the fan, he raised his right arm again, the laser powering up.
Clint was just sitting there with a delirious smile on his face, when he noticed something leaking out of the suit. "Hey Tony, yer suit's leaking out something goldish."
"Huh?" He glanced behind him as best he could. "Oh yeah, that's the alcohol that I had stored in the suit. Guess the power holding it in must've run out." He shrugged. "Oh well, I can always make more."
Tony glanced back to where the fan was only to discover he wasn't there anymore. "What?" He gasped in shock. "Where could he have gone? He was a pretty big guy, so he couldn't have gotten far."
If Tony wasn't drunk, he probably would've powered down the weapon, but he was drunk, so he wasn't exactly thinking clearly.
The beams cut through everything that happened to be in the way off of its destructive force, no matter what it was.
"Oh sh – !" Tony took a step back to try and balance himself, but slipped on the alcohol that had spilled out of his suit. The beams follow suit and sliced upward, destroying banners and posters that had been hung-up, as well as cutting the wall vertically in two, and slicing open the ceiling. Pieces of concrete debris started falling everywhere, smashing display stands wrecking priceless collectables and other rare items.
Everybody took off running and screaming, heading towards the exits. That was the last thing Tony remembered before passing out.
Waking up sometime later, Tony and Clint gave each a look of paralyzed fear, as Steve woke up. Eyeing the destruction and chaos around him, Steve looked at Clint who pointed at Tony who grinned sheepishly. The three then proceeded to make a hasty retreat towards the exit.
Avengers Tower: Now
"You burned down New York Comic-Con just to get revenge on some guy who didn't like your costumes?" Natasha asked, eerily calm.
"Technically, he did like my costume," Steve pointed out. "Besides, I only went along with it to make sure they didn't cause too much trouble."
Tony ignored the Star-Spangled Man's un-helpful comment. "You didn't hear how condescending he was to us. Don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing were you in my position," Tony desperately tried to defend himself.
Natasha gave him a deadly look. "Of course I wouldn't have done what you did. I would've walked away like an adult, because I wouldn't have cared what he said to me."
"Holy crap, look at this!" Clint exclaimed, un-muting the T.V.
"The police are now rounding up all of the Iron Men that attended the event in an attempt to find out which one was responsible for – "
Tony grabbed the remote and shut off the T.V. and put on a sheepish grin. "I – "
"Don't even say it." Natasha threatened.
He shut his mouth.
"You know you're going to go down there and tell the police that you were the one who did it," Natasha ordered. It wasn't a question.
Tony nodded. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He sighed. 'At least she can't stop me from thinking 'It seemed like a good idea at the time'.'