I think this chapters kinda slow. Let me know what you think anyway!
Fury was pouring over the many pieces of paper as he worked his way through them. Trying to hold it together, but failing miserably. Even he couldn't deny paperwork was boring.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, deciding he needed coffee. After leaving the paperwork, and coming back with his nice black coffee, did he notice a second file. One he'd never seen before.
He picked it up and surveyed it closely. He was no stranger to letter bombs. This envelope had no stamp on it, nothing of any recognition, only scrawny handwriting he'd seen so many times before on equations and formulas, but not a handwriting he'd seen in a long, long time.
He opened it, and a small note fluttered to the ground. He shut the folder and placed it gently on the desk, before stooping low and picking up the note. Fury peered at it with his one good eye, taking in the words.
Dear Whoever it may concern,
If you're reading this it's unintentional. This is a top secret file that only I, Howard Stark, know about.
If you choose to divulge into the files contents I would please ask that you do so with the highest regard of whom it concerns.
He must not know, he must not find out. Neither must Steve Rogers, if he is around. Neither can know.
Please respect this, as when you look into the contents you will find more than you expected.
Yours faithfully,
Howard Stark.
Fury scrunched up the letter and out it in his pocket, before turning back to the file, and opening it again. The face of a skinny blonde boy peered back at him. With a helmet that was too big perched on top of his head. Fury wondered how anyone could ever have enrolled this kid to fight in the war, but scanning the page further, his eyes fell upon a name.
Steve Rogers.
Well that would explain that. As he looked down the page, his suspicions were realised as another face looked back at him, the one of Steve Rogers today, baring his Captain America uniform brilliantly, as he stood holding his shield.
But who is the other person? He thought as he continued scanning the pages. A few fingerprints, hair, eyelashes (what the hell Howard?), and more pictures, until he reached a new page. Another section, pertaining to another individual. Wow shit.
Tony Stark fumbled with the screwdriver as he twirled it elegantly around the nail, which was slowly going into place. He looked up and looked at Dummy, who was standing at the other end of the workshop, humming that little robot communiques he and the other robots spoke to one another. Tony smiled as he realised the robot was babbling out a Christmas song, in the middle of July.
"Dummy." He warned, and the robot stopped "it's July. Don't make me put that Dunce cap on you again." The robot sighed, and began prattling around the workshop again.
"You! Gimme a hand with this?" Tony called at the second robot, who whizzed over, chirping happily as he did so. "Yeah okay, don't hurt yourself. Lift this up for me yeah?" The robot complied and Tony was able to slip the other piece of machinery under the first one. He grinned as he stared at his creation. It was nothing special, he made them all the time, but there was something pleasing about building a new Iron Man suit.
He heard the phone ring and he pushed his swindle chair away from the bench, towards his other computer. Jarvis spoke out of one of the speakers.
"Incoming call from Director Nick Fury."
"Put him on." Tony nodded, wiping away the oil off his hands with a rag, as the call connected, still spinning around happily on the chair. It was one of his many past times.
"Stark." Fury's voice cut across the room and Tony flinched.
"Jeez, you're scary even when you're not here. What can I do for you my one eyed buddy?" Tony joked, he could almost see Fury's scowl through the phone line.
"We need you to come in, now." Tony stopped spinning.
"What like the Helicarrier, or that big place the Tesseract destroyed?" Tony asked, scowling.
"Stark Industries." Fury replied curtly.
"Urm, okay, why?" Tony quizzed, wondering why he was being made to do to work on a Monday. Tony Stark doesn't go to work on a Monday, in fact, he hardly ever goes to work at all, but that was a different story.
"Just go there. Now." The Director said before hanging up. Tony frowned.
"Jarvis, get me up everything Ol' Nickie was just looking at, and erase all digital finger prints." He decided, looking down at the army pants and scruffy top he was wearing. He sighed as he supposed he ought to get ready, it was his company after all.
"Sir, what're you-?" Coulson asked, looking at Fury with concern. He didn't think it was a good idea to come out of the blue with this kind of information. Even Super Soldiers couldn't handle that very well.
"I'm not saying anything. I'm going to take a blood sample." Fury ensured him, but Coulson continued frowning.
"Won't they get suspicious when they see each other there? And I thought Howard said neither must know?" He asked, still wondering how exactly the director was going to pull this off.
"I've ordered for the rest of the Avengers to also be present. A mandatory check-up." Fury told him, Coulson wasn't believing the whole picture though.
There was no way that these two men had any sort of connection, they were both just so... Different.