This is like, a week after everything that happened in the last chapter... So yeah.
Steve, Clint, Bruce and Tasha had been sitting lazily in one of the Stark Towers many living rooms, the only light coming from the mid-day sun through the cracked window wall on the left side of the room.
Today was a day for sweats and a t-shirt. The team had made that clear, save Bruce, of course. The excuse being 'I'm at work'. So the genius was wearing his usual dress shirt and pants.
Steve was taking a short nap on the white couch, Bruce was in the corresponding armchair, taking a break from the lab and screwing with one of Tony's tablets, Clint drawing on the ruined drywall walls with a Sharpie, the outside wind occasionally blowing through the broken windows and ruffling his hair, and Natasha eating Cheerios from a ridiculously shiny bowl on the fuzzy grey carpet in the middle of the room, reading about the new Batman movie in a magazine.
Clint broke the silence as he growled when his hand moved too fast and he messed up on his drawing, which, to be honest, was turning out pretty good. He almost flipped the utensil around in his hand to erase, but then he remembered it was a permanent marker, and there was no eraser. He furrowed his eyebrows in the tiniest amount of annoyance and continued anyway, Natasha looking up from the article and grinning at the archer.
"Christ, somebody help! Hurry up!" Tony's voice could barely be heard in the quiet, emanating from the workshop and raising the heads of the remaining team.
'Mr Stark requests your assistance,' JARVIS said, but the team had already jumped up and was racing down the hall, Clint in the lead.
The archer tried to see through the shops glass walls as he approached, but couldn't make out Tony anywhere. He heard Natashas slightly quieter footsteps behind him as he ran to the door.
The assassin gripped the metal door frame as he raced by, repositioning himself in the doorway and looking inside the shop for Stark.
Natasha rememberd she had socks on and her eyes widened, but she hadn't stopped herself in time and and slid into Clint, knocking them both over.
"Nice moves," Bruce said, passing the two and entering Tonys workshop.
Clint shoved the redhead off gently and followed Banner inside. "Tony?" he called out warily, automatically walking as quiet as possible.
As Natasha stepped through the door, animated clicks, rings, and bloops could be heard from the other side of the room.
"Guys, get over here, quick," Tony disembodied voice called urgently, followed by a sharp inhale.
They hurried in that direction without a word, runnning around a sheet-covered machine that was ruined in the war and freezing as they caught sight of him.
"Oh god," Clint said in horror.
So painfully short, but I wanted to leave you guys a mini cliffhanger *goes to post next chapter*