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"Sir, the effects of your remembering have previously caused ill effects on your heath," Jarvis stated just after Tony sent the papers scattering to the floor. "I am not sure it is advisable to-"

"Shut it," Tony muttered to his AI, scowling for a moment. Now. Should he go around touching stuff to make him remember? Should he look at pictures? Talk to Jarvis about his life?

Well, he was mostly looking for key points in what had led to his life from then till now. Looking through his notes from before he had left to see Pepper, he knew that his last memory had pinpointed to when he was working in his lab on an update for the brand new arc reactor. He remembered Pepper being horrified at his house's "remodeling" from his quickly put together accelerator that he had used to synthesize his new element that potentially saved his life. Huh. Now he had to find out exactly when the Avengers "assembled" during the Loki attack. What was a Loki anyway?

He knew of Bruce Banner already from the Hulk news stories. Natasha obviously helped him save his life in her own spying way. Clint he'd never even heard of. Thor he'd heard of in goddamn mythology! He had to ask Steve about that, meeting a Norse god. Or he could just try to remember...

Okay. First mission, Loki attack. He turned on his computer and asked Jarvis to pull up dates, info, and whatever details he had stored himself that he wouldn't know of anymore.

He was shocked at what he saw. New York was in complete disarray. Destroyed, totaled, smoking. Even his own formerly work in progress tower that must have been complete from construction was looking worse for the wear. Disappointingly it didn't help much.

Then he came across a video with a freeze frame of him hauling something. Pulling it up large in a hologram he pressed play.

"Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, is currently making his way to the portal with what SEEMS to be a nuclear missile!" The video was poor quality, and he could hardly make out his suit, and he watched himself fly toward the portal before disappearing in the rumble of energy. Huh. Still the self-sacrificing bastard.

The portal began to close, and he was wondering how the hell he was going to pop out, but then he did and the opening it closed swiftly, turning to blue sky. He fell.

He snorted a laugh when the Hulk of all things caught him. The video shorted out. Well. Not very insightful. "Jarvis, where are most of the pictures in this building?"

"The gallery, mostly, sir, if you're looking for grand memories."

"Grand memories," Tony repeated. "Yeah, remembering myself saving the world is pretty grand, I think."

For a moment Tony stood there, rubbing his forehead, until his sighed. "Anything else you got, Jarvis? Videos, pictures, whatever from after this Loki attack?"

"There's this, sir," The AI replied as a photo was pulled onto the screen. It was a photo of the "Avengers" or whatever, all sitting around a table that was filled with food. They looked utterly exhausted, but somehow, they'd managed to smile for a photo. It seemed they were in a restaurant, though there was rubble strewn across the floor.

"What's this?"

"It was taken after the battle at what I believed you said was the "best shawarma joint" in the area. The group went out for a celebratory meal, at your suggestion, sir. It is in the gallery as well, by your request."

"Oh, right," Tony mumbled as he looked the picture over for a moment. He then waved a hand to dismiss it from the screen, a frown tugging at his face. His head was hurting a little more now and he didn't quite know how to take that. Perhaps it meant he was gonna remember something? "Wouldn't be lucky enough to do that when I actually wanted to," he muttered to himself.

He left the lab and ignored Jarvis's body scan.

"Sir, perhaps you should-"

"Jarvis!" Tony said, exasperated. "One hour. All I ask is for one hour without anyone worrying about me."

"I'm not sure that's possible with you, sir."

Annoyed or not, it made Tony smile. He let Jarvis direct him toward the gallery and when he walked in, the world "paradox" popped into his head. Dozens of pictures were littered on the walls, including a hundred more newspaper clippings with some areas circled, awards...taking Tony's knowledge of the Avenger's popularity to a whole new level. As he walked into the dark room, he noticed that Post-it notes had been stuck on to some of the pictures with comments. He recognized Clint's handwriting, though he wasn't sure how.

Larger pictures, framed and hung, were there. One was with the shawarma picture, a group picture (clearly SHIELD issued, if the neat and clean postures were anything to go by) with them in their "suit-ups". And a few others where they were being...erm...silly. It was weird. Some of the most different, strangest people in the whole fucking world being thrown together almost unwillingly and then becoming seemingly inseparable in such a short amount of time.

His head pounded again, but he waved it away. If he was going to become dead weight again, he needed to get as much information as he could.

"Okay..." He muttered as he made his way towards one wall. Here there seemed to be articles and pictures that dealt with the Loki invasion. He saw a few newspaper clippings here and there that were probably press releases to the public that explained the general operation of the Avengers. Who they were, what they did, why they did it, and how they started. He scanned over a little bit of that and then shook his head.

Damn. Did he seriously willingly work for Fury? That was something that still blew his mind and he let out a breath. "Probably brain washed me. Ha." He rolled his eyes and then moved on, to an area that had several post-it notes stuck to it. Huh. What was this all about?

He scrunched up his nose and read the first one. It was on top of a photo that had a picture of Clint and Natasha. Clint was sticking his tongue out and Natasha was straight faced as always but with a hint of a smile that played on her lips.

She loves me. The first post-it read, and Tony recognized Clint's handwriting. He wasn't sure how, but he did.

He wishes I love him. The feminine style writing says it all.

There was a few more with similar remarks, along with a picture of Thor eating a Pop-Tart and a note labeling this as: First Asgardian On Earth

There was more of Thor, too, and then with Steve playing with a phone with a very frustrated look on his face and a note he must've written that said: Grandpa working on his 21 century knowledge.

That made him smile a bit. The pounding in his head ruined that. The pounding was making him dizzy, but he kept looking.

There was another of Clint, Steve, and Tony, with Steve seemingly covered in what looked like silly string. Once again he recognized Clint's scrawl on the post-it note beside it. We got the Cap, ha. Funny how he was fascinated by the silly string.

Under that was a note that he somehow knew was Steve's. Funny, Barton. I'm going to get you two back.

He smiled slightly at that with the wonder if Steve really did get them back. He moved on to the next photo. This one was of himself and Steve alone, the both of them grinning widely at the camera.

Aww, look at these lovebirds. Aren't they precious? was a note from Clint.

Under that he figured was Thor's. /I wish my comrades the best in their upcoming union. It will be a most joyous celebration!

Tony blinked at that, wondering what this picture was from. Steve was blushing and had his arm wrapped around Tony, so it was clear they were a couple here, and from the looks of Thor's note, also engaged.

His eyes moved to the next note that he just knew was in Steve's handwriting. Yes, Clint, we are precious and we know it.

Again, his head pounded and he sucked in a breath, closing his eyes for just a brief moment.

When he took another step, he very nearly lost his footing. His head was at a constant pound now, and it made him see black spots. Past the black spots were flashes, almost like a strobe light, except there were moving pictures that were clawing around his head. Keep it together, Tony thought to himself.

"Sir? Would you like me to inform-"

"No." Tony ground out. The last thing he needed was Steve to find him sprawled on the floor again. If he did, he'd never be able to get out of bed without him watching his every move. "No, Jarvis, don't..."

Kinda short, and a cruel way to end a chapter. But that's the point, isn't it? :D Please review!