A heavy clunking sounded as a huge silver robot charged towards him. In an attempt to break himself from the line of fire, Tony seized a hunk of metal from another fallen robot and flung it at the robot. It missed. He swore as he watched it rattle it's way down the corridor, skidding off the black, dust covered floor. However, it did serve as a viable distraction.
The robots attention momentarily wavering towards the flying metal, Tony took at run at it and dived, knocking its legs out from underneath it and causing it to fall flat on its face. He couldn't help but grin as he karate chopped its neck just to be sure of its defeat. Straightening up, he brushed the unwanted debris off himself, before turning around. His jaw dropped at the sight of a new hoard of robots clattering down the hallway towards him.
Ripping off the fallen robots arm the best he could, he pointed the hand at the gang, he watched as something red shot at them. Peering at the hand, he saw a red circle in the palm.
"Oh very original." He snorted, firing another blast at another robot, causing a domino affect amongst them.
After several more firing, he realised that he'd used up all of the remaining power in the arm. It turned out that there was only a single battery in the arm, but it was supported by another battery in the main body. Because it was disconnected, it was weaker. Swearing to himself, he tossed it towards the oncoming robots, whooping mentally as it landed straight in the robots face.
"You're all shit. Grab him." Tony heard Loftus speak from the back of the crowd and he decided he wasn't going to play ball anymore, deciding instead to run along the corridor until he found an unlocked room. Pushing it open, he quickly stepped inside.
Pressing his ear against the door, he started to panic as he heard the drone of footsteps becoming louder. Hastily, he pushed a bookcase in front of the door. Standing back to admire his handy work, he jumped as it leapt forward as the robots attempted to open the door from the other side.
Quickly he heaved himself up onto a table, kicking off a potted plant as he did so. From there he jumped onto the high window ledge, grasping on while he balanced precariously. Reaching for a metal tin on the desk below him (whoever had this desk was obviously high on recycling), and attempted to smash the window. After several failed attempts to break it (though several dents had appeared), he decided instead to use his elbow. He grinned as he watched the glass shatter, and forced himself through it, cutting his hand on an unwanted shard.
Ahead of him, he could hear the pounding him that came from the thrusters of the Quinjet, and he looked up to see a mane of ginger hair flying away and towards the source of the humming. He clambered down from the window and began sprinting toward the jet.
"Tony!" Clint yelled, as he ran to meet him. Behind Tony, an unwanted army of the robots were filing out of the building, sending a wave of sparks which were presumably bullets amongst other things flying at Tony and Clint. "What the fuck did you do?"
"Escaped. Obviously." Tony said, shrugging and grinning before patting Clint on the arm with his good hand and climbing on board the Quinjet, where he beamed at the fellow Avengers before rushing over and plonking himself down hurriedly next to Pepper and making sure she was alright.
Clint sighed before closing the doors as they took off. Just as he did so, he witnessed several sleek, black cars pull onto the scene, and saw Coulson step out of one, carrying his favourite megaphone.

"So what are you doing about it?" Tony asked, watching from behind one-way glass as Loki was interrogated.
"Well, he's been arrested. Something to do with 'turning Tony Stark and Pepper Potts into children'." Clint said seriously, nodding in the direction of Loki.
"Is that even a thing?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Apparently it is now." Clint laughed. "Are you okay?"
"Me okay? Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Clint frowned.
"Because you've been a kid for the last... How long?"
"Technically it wasn't actually that long. I was a kid for a bit then old Reindeer Games turned me back into an adult to take the piss, then back into a kid again." Tony pointed out, and Clint shook his head.
"Physically I mean." Tony shrugged.
"Same old. Although I have had a craving for McDonalds." He admitted, and Clint let loose a smile.
"And what about with Steve..?" It was Tony's turn to frown then.
"I don't know. I haven't seen him."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he's avoiding me. And Pepper. It's actually kind of rude." Tony said, turning around away from Loki and towards the door leading from the room.
"Where're you going?" Clint called, and Tony just waggled a finger a stalked off, shutting the door behind him. As Clint folded his arms and leant against the wall, he didn't know whether to be curious or down right petrified.

Steve was sipping the piping hot tea through the small plastic opening. It was a wonder that no one had designed a cup that wasn't as difficult to drink from, it kept the tea too hot for too long. He jumped as Fury spoke.
"So Cap, what're you going to do?" Fury asked, arms folded tightly together as he surveyed the Captain.
"What can I do?" Steve asked, throwing himself down onto the chair and taking another sip of the scolding tea.
"There's a lot of things you can do." Fury said. Steve just about managed to hold back rolling his eyes.
"I don't really fancy talking in riddles sir." Steve told him as he placed the cup on the table.
"But if I were you, Cap'n, I'd talk to Loki."
"Loki?" Steve said incredulously, turning around to face Fury, only to be greeted by the back of the long black trench coat as he snaked from the room.

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