"-And then Shield had to give him the serum without telling anyone last night. So now Tony's on the Helicarrier and I don't know what's going on." Steve finished, looking at the marble floor and avoiding everyone else's eye contact, but never the less he could feel their eyes boring into his. Though he didn't know the emotions they held.
"Tony's not dumb. He'll work it out before anything happens." Bruce assured him, Steve just shrugged.
"If I may interject." Everyone jumped at the sound of the AI's voice. They'd completely forgotten he was probably listening in. "Mr Stark has an earpiece. It may be possible to contact him." Everyone smiled at the AI's comment.
"Thanks Jarvis." Steve grinned and Bruce got up and ran to find suitable earpiece. Moments later he returned.
"Jarvis, do you think you can play the conversation out loud?" Bruce asked, laying the earpiece on the table.
"Already working on it Dr Banner." Jarvis replied.
"Do you want us to be here?" Natasha asked Steve quickly, before the communication could be made.
"Yes." He confirmed quickly, nodding tensely.
"Okay." Natasha nodded and sat down comfortably on the sofa. Steve noticed how Clint cuddled up next to her and wrapped his arm around her, and more to the point how she was letting him. Despite his nervousness, he let himself smile.
"Captain Rogers, connection has been made." Jarvis said, and everyone settled down, so he did the same.
"Hello!" They all beamed as they heard Tony's voice. He sounded quite bubbly and full of energy. That had to be good.
"Tony! Are you alright?" Steve asked quickly, worry shining through his voice like a lamp.
"Yeah. Something about my parentage being completely fucked up, but other than that grand!" He did well to hide the sarcastic tone that was radiating through his speech. Steve and Bruce exchanged glances.
"Tony; what do you know about your Dad?" Bruce asked slowly.
"Urm, Howard Stark, used to say fondue a lot, I don't know? What am I suppose to know? That he's dead, I guess." Tony finished. His voice was strangely metallic through the earpiece. Steve let out a low sigh.
"Tony- you have Super Soldier Serum in you." Steve blurted out. Silence ran along the line for a few moments before:
"No shit. Why else am I like this? I'm not that thick."
"But Tony, think about it. It was passed to you genetically." Natasha said, urging for the genius to understand. But Tony remained silent.
"So.. You were a bit of a crap Dad Steve." Tony's voice was joking, but they called all hear the true emotion behind it.
"Tony-" Steve started, but Tony cut him off.
"You know, because you probably would never try tamper with your sons genes or anything."
"Tony, listen-"
"No, you know what, I have to, urm, go and take a dump, so as much as I've enjoyed this conversation, but bowel movements do call, so.."
"Tony- listen to me-"
"I'll speak to ya'll later. See you." The line went dead. Steve flopped back onto the sofa, clenching his teeth and burying his head in hands.
"Steve, this isn't your fault." Clint told him quickly. Steve didn't respond, grinding his teeth together.
So what if his Dad had lied to him? So what if his Dad had tampered with his genes? So what if his Dad would of rather had the great Captain America as a son instead of him? So what if he wasn't suppose to happen? He was fine.
No, he wasn't 'fine'. Fine was what people said when they couldn't be bothered to express their emotions; and he could be bothered to express his emotions. He was majorly pissed off.
He was annoyed at Shield, he was annoyed at his Dad, he was annoyed at his Mum, hell, he was even annoyed at Steve.
He was annoyed at Steve for being so bloody perfect. If Steve had been found he'd of been thrown into those icy depths without a second glance. No, he wouldn't, because Howard was all about legacy. He would have been an even more fucked up kid.
Tony allowed his thoughts to possess his mind until he looked at the clock and caught sight of the time. Shit.
He already knew what the meeting was about, knew what they were going to tell him. But he wanted to hear Shield cockamamie excuse and part of the story. Then wipe his shit in their face.
He pulled up his trousers as he straightened his back and walked from the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.
But of course it he couldn't be early, or on time, because that would spoil his legacy. So he decided to make a pit stop, grabbing an apple from the cafeteria, then stopping the loo. Because this time he really did need a dump. It was then that he had an idea.
"Jarvis, bring me a suit." He whispered into the earpiece. The great Tony Stark giving orders while sitting on the loo. It had to happen at some point.
"Yes Sir, mark VIII inbound. It will be with you shortly."
"Steve, Tony's gone." Coulson said, bursting into the room looking flustered.
"What do you mean?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow as Coulson walked briskly over to Steve.
"I mean, instead of going to a meeting, he's gone to God-knows-where!" Coulson bit back, red colouring his cheeks. "Did you say anything to him Steve?"
Steve looked awkwardly at Natasha, she was shaking her head slightly.
"No. Do you think I'm stupid?" He said, and checked Natasha, who was grinning and nodding.
"Right. Well, we don't know where he's gone. His suit appeared on the raider, flying towards us, then a few moments later it was going away again. Stark is no where to be found." Steve was chewing his lip. Where had Tony gone?
Hmmmm I wonder where Tony is? Try to update tomorrow maybe? What do you want to happen?