"Eh. These chips are kinda gross."

"I think they're fine."

"Whatever, it's your opinion."

". . . . Will you tell her now?"

"No, Stark."

"Oh come on, please? We could learn so much from your machinery!"

"She's not just a machine. She's living, and I know what you humans would do with that kind of technology."

"But we'd monitor it! You could just give it to me, I'd take care of it."

"I know what you all do. Tell one person a secret and soon everybody knows about it and wants it."

"I swear, I'll keep it a secret! It'll be just between us."

"Once again, no, Stark."

The Doctor and Tony were eating lunch. The Time Lord was currently giving him a deadpan glare as he continued pestering him with wanting to study the TARDIS's superior technology.

"Come on, Doc!" Tony protested.

"How many times are you going to ask? It's the same answer every time," the Doctor replied. He took a bite of his sandwich.

"Until you let me."

"Then I guess we'll be here I while, won't we?" The Doctor gave Stark an uncaring smile.

"I have fifty years."

"I have thousands."

"Touché, Doc, touché."

"And you know what? I think this conversation is over." The Doctor stood up, brushed himself off, and turned his back on Stark.

"Uh! Why are you so negative about this idea?"

"Because I have so much more experience than you in this kind of thing, and I know what should be done. You're not getting inside the TARDIS again." The Doctor crossed his arms.

"But Banner, Rogers, and I were already in there once!"

"And that's all that anyone is getting from me."

"But-"

"Nooooooo."

Tony slumped down, defeated, then perked back up. "What if I give you something in return?"

"How about my freedom?" the Time Lord scoffed, glancing back at the man. "We've already been through this. You let me out again and it'll be both our heads on a stick."

"I know. What about a phone call? You've got to have friends or something. You'd want to tell them where you are, right?"

"Well. . ." the Doctor pondered, rolling his eyes around his head thoughtfully. "I guess there'd be someone I'd call. . ."

"Then. . .?" Tony leaned forward hopefully.

"But I wouldn't let you in the TARDIS for it." The Doctor walked towards the glass. "Though, when I think about it, I'd actually really like a call."

"I'm leaving!" Tony announced, throwing his hands in the air as he walked towards the hall.

"Hey, wait! All prisoners deserve at least a phone call!"

Stark paused, sighing. "I guess. I'm gonna get Fury. I don't want him riding on my tail again."

With that, Tony left. A few minutes later, he reemerged with Director Fury.

"A phone call? You have friends on Earth?" Fury asked skeptically.

"Of course! Why would I want a phone call if I didn't?" the Doctor joked.

"I don't know. For all I know, you're going to order a massive attack on this planet unless we let you go." Fury hovered his hand over the button to open the cell door.

"I would never! Earth is like a home to me. I protect its people." The Doctor made an x across his heart. "I swear on my planet, Gallifrey."

"I shouldn't even believe you. But I am, for what reason, I don't know." Fury opened the door a crack and tossed in a cell phone, which was caught clumsily by the Doctor. The Time Lord grinned and dialed a number quickly, then held it up to his ear.

"Oh, hi, this is the Doctor! Just stopping in to say hello!" he started talking into the device. He then lowered his voice. "Say, I'm in a bit of a jam with some organization named SHIELD. I'm kind of being held captive. 'M not sure if you heard about the giant alien attack in Manhattan, but that's where I was caught. I'm now on a giant ship. A helicarrier, I think that's what it's called. To my knowledge, we're somewhere over the Atlantic. That's really it. I don't know. I need some help here."

Fury and Tony watched the Time Lord snap the phone shut, then toss it back towards them. The Director grabbed it out of midair.

"Thanks! That's all I needed," the Doctor announced. He grinned at them.

"If that's all, then I'll be leaving," Fury said. He glanced at the two men and took his leave.

The Doctor frowned. "He isn't the most cheery man, is he?"