"What aren't you telling me Steve?" Tony repeated, glaring at the blonde. He already knew that the guy knew what was going on by the way he was stalling.
"Nothing, I, I don't know anything." Steve said quickly, trying to cover up his fault.
"You're lying." Tony told him, growing red in the face as his muscles tensed, clenching his fists together. "Steve, what do you know?"
"I don't know anything!" Steve said again, desperately. Tony opened his mouth to argue back but stopped at the sound of hammering footsteps as men and women rushed down the corridor, swamping them. Steve had forgotten to call off the Shield medical team. Whoops.
But he let them flank him, because it pushed Tony away from him, who was looking downright confused.
Steve caught sight of Coulson and hurried over to him.
"He locked himself in a cupboard and I thought he was throwing up but he was trying to put on his Iron Man armour." He said quickly, taking a deep gulp of breath "Then he asked me if I knew what was going on, I told him I didn't know but... I think I may have messed this up." Steve sighed, looking at the Agent who had now taken his sun glasses off, and was fiddling with them.
"I guess we'll have to take him into Shield. Perhaps it'll be best if you remain here?" Coulson asked, looking at Steve who shrugged.
"Don't suppose I'll do any good at Shield?" He was interrupted however as Tony fought his way over, grappling with the doctors and nurses.
"Coulson, why are there Shield people in my tower?" He asked, scowling at Coulson who resumed his poker face.
"Mr Stark, you're needed on the Helicarrier."
"Why?"
"Director Fury said so."
"Does this have anything to do with my new muscles?"
"We'll debrief you when we get to Shield."
"No, Coulson, you'll debrief me now."
"Please Mr Stark, this will all be over with a lot quicker if you come in." Coulson said, and Steve was pleased to hear the slight level of panic in his voice. It had, after all, been Shields fault they were in this mess.
"I know you're annoyed at me because you're calling me Mr Stark." Tony drawled out his name. "Well, Phil, two can play at that game."
Steve sighed and pressed his hand against the palm of his hand, before he heard a thud next to him and quickly looked around, seeing Tony sprawled on the floor- apparently unconscious.
"What did you do?" He snapped at Coulson as he bent down to check Tony's pulse, it was fine.
"He wasn't going to come in." Coulson shrugged, and Steve glowered.
"He wasn't going to come in because he knows Shield had something to do with this! He knows, Coulson. He knows somethings going on. Think about how 'uncooperative' he's going to be when he wakes up and finds out you've done this to him!" Steve yelled, catching the attention of several doctors, who all shifted on their feet uneasily. Steve stood his ground however, glaring at Coulson, who sighed as new men came and gently lift Tony up and carry him down the corridor.
"Sorry Steve, I really am. But orders are orders." Steve looked death at Coulsons retreating back, which was flanked by the doctors and nurses, and suddenly, he was alone in the corridor.
"Steve? What's going on? Where's Tony?" Natasha asked, scanning the soldiers face as she drew level with him. "I saw Coulson leaving. I didn't know he was coming, is everything okay?" Steve sighed deeply.
"I've messed up Natasha." He scorned himself as the word vomit arose, telling her everything that had happened in the last few days, from being called to Shield, to finding out he was sort of Tony's second Dad, to the room with the paper mache suits. Once he'd finished, he looked at Natasha, whose eyes were wide.
"Oh my God.. And Shield just gave him the booster?"
"I guess so." Steve shrugged. "But I can't change that now." Natasha pulled him into a tight hug. Ever since moving in with the Avengers, Natasha had (sort of) let her barriers down, and while being rare, getting a hug from Natasha was no longer non-existent.
"You can't blame yourself for this Steve. You can't." She pulled away from him. "But, I do think you need to explain what's going on. Shield can be bitches. You know we'll be here if you need us."
Steve smiled. "Thanks Natasha." She grinned back.
"Anytime, but, I wouldn't try and be his Dad if I were you." She joked, before turning, and pulling him with her as the pair walked towards the rest of the Avengers. He had a lot of explaining to do.
Tony woke up to find himself tangled in bed sheets. It was cutting off the circulation in his ankle, but he couldn't be bothered to sort it out because sleep. He could feel his breath warming his face up with every small, half awake snore. This was his favourite time. It was that time where you could just relax.
But then his brain started doing things. He peered out from underneath his eyelids groggily as a new room came into view, his arm spread over the other side of the bed, and the other leg that wasn't suffocating under the blankets sprawled out at an awkward angle. So what if he fidgeted a bit in his sleep.
It suddenly dawned on him however, that he wasn't in his room in Stark Tower, nor his room in Malibu for that matter. He forced his eyes to draw focus quicker as he looked quickly around the room. It was quite a nice room, in all fairness.
The floor was a light wood laminate, the bed covers were white and thin, and brown rug was lying on the floor. Slowly, he craned his neck upwards, and peered out of the crack in the door, which he could just about manage from his position on the bed. He saw a slither of a black couch, and more laminate flooring.
Pulling himself wearily from the bed, he walked slowly over to the wardrobe and yanked it open. None of the clothes fitted his taste, so naturally he decided to just continue wearing the jeans and t-shirt he'd been wearing before.
He wasn't surprised that he wasn't freaking out being in a different place, it wasn't the first time he'd woken up somewhere he had no recollection of. But that was mainly due to alcohol, and this didn't feel like a hangover.
He yawned and pushed the door open, to see Coulson sitting on the sofa, reading The Daily Bugle casually. Coulson. Tony suddenly remembered what had happened, and checked his arm, still slightly proud of the bulging bicep.
"So, where am I?" He asked, walking around the room before plonking himself down next to Coulson.
"I told you you were needed on the Helicarrier." Coulson shrugged, licking his thumb and turning the page.
"Huh. So.. are you going to tell me why I look like Thor's much less musclier younger brother?" Then he stopped, remembering Loki. "Don't answer that."
"The time is two pm, you're needed in meeting room 21b at four. Try not to be late." Coulson said as he got up and left, taking the paper with him. "Feel free to use the cafeteria, soup of the day is tomato. Try not to be late." Tony grinned back at him.
"Can't make any promises, Phil." He replied cheekily and Coulson let out a hollow sigh before walking from the room and shutting the door behind him.
"Jarvis." Tony said quickly. He beamed as the AI replied coolly from somewhere in his right ear.
"Yes sir?"
"I need you to hack Shield for me. Find out why I'm here." Tony started quickly, but the AI cut him off.
"Sir, I'm afraid you have already hacked into the files. I can tell you the information?" Javis asked.
"That might help Jarvis." Tony scorned at the machine in his ear.
"There seems to be a small matter regarding your parentage, sir."
Tony's jaw dropped.
Okay, I won't be posting anything on here for a few days, due to no friggen signal or Internet! What is life? Anyway, hoped you enjoyed this chapter. :) I'm gonna sound like I'm begging here but please review and let me know what you think old the story so far, it's all much appreciated :)