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6:30 am:

Tony's POV:

Sam rubbed his temples. "So, let me get this straight: Some guy broke in, disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y., placed bombs, put Ava in the hospital bay(again), and escaped? And this all happened in a span of about 20 minutes?"

I took a sip from my coffee cup, with my picture on it of course. "Actually, bird-man it was in a span of about 15 minutes."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, 15 minutes. But, what exactly are we going to do about this?"

I took another sip. "Catch him. Find out what he wants. And make sure he never comes near this compound again."

Sam was about to reply, but Vision interjected. "If I may...we need to question Ava first."

I stood up. "She's in nowhere near a condition to answer our questions. We should try finding him first."

Nat. looked at me curiously. "And what exactly do we do? We have no image, no name, and no organization."

Sam raised his hand. "Can we be dismissed? I have something to do."

"Fine. Go. You're all dismissed." I waved them off with my hand and everybody left except for Natasha and Vision. I stared at them. "No need to stay, the party's over," I remarked.

"I would like to be of service," Vision implored.

I shook my head. "Well, I don't need your service at the moment, so how about you just go?" I yelled.

He left and Nat. sat down next to me. "Really, Tony?"

"What are you still here for? Here to bask in my failure?" I sneered.

"You haven't failed. Yet, anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "Great talk, as usual."

"Tony, did you get any sleep last night?"

"3 hours," I replied.

She shook her head. "Tony…"

I interjected with, "Natasha, I'm fine. You're not my mother, you don't need to act like it. Now, if you'll excuse me-I have a shit load of stuff to figure out." She stood up and walked away. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

Once I exited the meeting room, I was met by Agent Thomas. He was admiring a painting on the wall. "Is this new?"he asked curiously.

I sighed. "What do you want?"

He scoffed. "What do I want? An unknown criminal just waltzed in here with bombs, put Ms. Jade back into the medical wing….and you want to know what I want?" I started walking, and he walked next to me. "We need to discuss what we are going to do about this."

"We are. And since I don't have an answer yet, I guess this conversation is over."

He sighed. "Fine. But, Fury is expecting an answer soon. Not next month. Soon." He then walked away. I sat in my room pacing around for about 10 minutes, before I decided to visit Ava.

Steve's POV: I flipped through the magazine, trying to use it as a distraction. It just wasn't working. No amount of colors or interviews could keep me distracted. I tossed it aside. Besides, the magazine was only about Tony. Of course, the man had his own magazine. When the medical bay was built, he stated that if there had to be reading material in the waiting room, it had to be all about him. I had been informed that she was resting, and I was not to disturb her at the moment. I got myself into a more comfortable position, and moved the white chair over a little bit. I couldn't believe this was happening again. I had come out of the nightmare, only for a new one to take its place. My thoughts were interrupted by Tony arriving. He had a donut box in hand, and he looked a little disheveled. There were also bags under his eyes. He sat down.

"Donut?" He offered.

"Isn't it a little early for breakfast?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Maybe for you, old man."

"Thanks, Tony. But, I'm good." He grabbed a chocolate donut with vanilla icing and started eating. "How can you even think about donuts at a time like this?" I asked.

"Excuse me?"

I sighed. "Ava is in that hospital room, and the guy who tried to kill us escaped and you're thinking about donuts now? Can you only ever think of yourself?"

He put down the donut box. "May I remind you that I helped save the world many times? And you think all I care about is myself? Don't think for a second that I'm not worried about Ava, either. Or the rest of the team." He stood up, and grabbed the donut box. "See you around, Rogers," he said bitterly.

He left, and I watched as Sam passed him and came over to me. He took Tony's place.

"On your left," he teased. I smiled. Just a little."How is she doing?" He asked.

I gestured down the hall. "She's resting down there. She's unconscious-the doctors fixed her up. They say she's going to be okay and she'll wake up soon. She'll just need lots of bed rest after. She lost a lot of blood."

He nodded. "How about you? You doing okay?" Was I?

I nodded. "I'm okay...I just want to know who this guy is, who he's working for. And, also what he wanted exactly. I just don't get it….I don't think he took anything. What was the point of him risking his arrest?"

He shook his head. "I don't know man. You're not the only one who wants to find him. S.H.I.E.L.D. is working really hard right now to find this guy. Personally, I wouldn't mind having a minute with this jerk, either."

I nodded. "I feel like I should be helping you guys….but I don't want to leave her."

His face lit up. "Hey, how about I stay here for you? You can go and do whatever you need to do...and I'll sit here. If there's any news, I'll text you. I promise."

I sighed. "Thanks, Sam but you don't have to…"

He shook his head. "C'mon, man. Just go."

I gave him a slight smile. "Thanks, Sam. I owe you one."

He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Nah. Now, go on." I started to walk away. I felt kinda bad leaving. But, I knew Sam would text me if there was any news. Besides, I wouldn't be far. I only hoped she woke up soon...