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Sometimes, like, say, now, for example, Tony really wished he wasn't trapped in the 1930's.
Sue him, he preferred it when he was in good 'ol uncomplicated 2016, where there were normal things, like his AI and the unbreakable Wii remote he was building for Thor and Steve and there were costumed menaces besides Captain "bootyshorts" America around.
He preferred 2016, where he had his suit and no Chitauri that wanted to kill him. Well, at the moment.
He sighed as Natasha tossed him a Chitauri scepter, shooting three at a time.
"I miss my suit." He whined aloud.
Bucky stared at him for less than a second, then ducked as Steve hurled a trashcan lid and hit a Chitauri that had been sneaking up on Clint.
The archer grinned, then resumed position.
He'd had nothing more than a small, experimental bow with him and only a few arrows, but he seemed to be adapting quite well to the alien scepters, laughing maniacally as he shot out aliens from his perch.
Bruce had the MEB, and was scurrying as fast as he could towards the top of the mound of construction materials sitting there. It probably wasn't the safest thing to do, but it was better than getting your face ripped off by a Chitauri or letting the Hulk loose on a poor, unsuspecting New York.
They did have a plan, honestly, but it didn't count on them getting shot at quite so much.
"Clint!" Bruce yelled, trying to detach an alien from his leg and obviously feeling himself go a little green. Clint shot, laser-accurately, dropping the Chitauri and leaving Bruce free to climb higher.
Steve glanced around at his teammates, watching the looks of determination on their faces.
"I'm going to cover him!"
He yelled. Natasha nodded, handing him another roundish sheet of metal that would work pretty effectively as a shield.
"You're going to do what?"
Bucky yelled, but Steve rolled away and towards the mound.
He rolled his eyes and prepared to leap after him when Clint dropped something down to him.
"Slingshot!" He grinned, and Bucky nodded once before leaping after his idiot friend, keeping the slingshot tightly clenched in his hand.