"Good morning, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S said and he sounded way too sarcastic for something that is not, you know, human. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, thank you for asking." Tony groaned, opening his eyes. His head felt like Thor was hitting him with his hammer. He couldn't remember the stupid thing's name because he was too hungover to think about it.
Last night the whole team had gone out to celebrate Clint's birthday. Tony remembered some bits of the night, mostly the parts when he was still sober, which were the boring ones.
"Coffee. I need coffee."
He struggled to get out of his bed and wondered how he even got there in the first plac
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"Kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss the helmet."
"C'mon, Steve. Kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss it, Tony."
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before."
"Shut up."
"I'll shut up if you kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss your helmet."
"Kiss me then." Tony smiled at Steve, his brown eyes sparkling. Steve laughed, pulling on his gloves as Jarvis finished suiting Tony up. When everything but the helmet covered Tony, Steve turned around, gently pressing his lips to Tony's. "Thank you, Captain." Tony winked, turning away as the helmet of his Iron Man suit c
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"I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Steve, control him."
"Oh no, I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Honestly, Steve, this is too much."
"Not that you probably care-"
"We don't, Tony. Believe me, we could give two shits about your underwear."
"Or lack thereof."
"Much about my underwear-"
"Steve, make him stop."
"Still nonetheless I've got to say!"
Steve had been watching Tony dance around Stark Tower with an amused gleam in his eye. Tony had woken up in an abnormally good mood, and nothing anyone could say could get him to sit down and shut up.
Clin
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"Hey, Steve?"
"Tony?"
"The one and only."
"What happened? You only call me when something's wrong."
"That's not true!"
"Then why are you calling me?"
" ."
"That's what I thought."
"Sometimes I think I hate you."
"No you don't. Now tell me what happened."
"Same shit, different day."
"You mean Thor's brother went crazy and tried to take over New York again?"
"Yupp."
"This is sad, Tony."
"What?"
"Kicking Loki's ass is turning into our weekly date."
"Be quiet Steve. You like the victory sex."
"...."
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"Do you have to go?" Tony was pressed against Steve, speaking directly with the Cap's sternum.
"Do you have to wait until we're at the airport to get emotional?" Steve was smiling into Tony's hair, his arms resting on Tony's waist.
"I'm not emotional." Tony retorted, his arms around Steve's neck. "I just I don't think Bruce will be able to work knowing you're not at Stark Tower to keep us safe."
"I'll be fine," Bruce piped up from behind them, his hand in Clint's. "Agent Barton is enough protection for me."
"I think he just hit on me. Did you guys here that? That's what I heard. Bruce Banner just h
“Where are Bruce and Thor?” Steve asked clinically, hefting Pierce a little higher up on his shoulder. He grunted at the movement, wavering a bit under the weight of the other man. Tony moved to take Pierce but Steve shook his head, wanting Tony’s hands free in case they needed the firepower.
“Bruce is a few floors down, smashing things as fast as he can,” Clint replied, a thread of worry in his usually calm voice. “Thor took the hostages we managed to free out to the parking garage. Nat and I were going for this last room when this guy showed up and ambushed us. You guys need to hurry, Nat’s losing
As everyone dispersed to get ready, Steve stayed sitting for a few moments. He couldn’t imagine fighting against Bucky or Bucky trying to kill them all. Honestly, if he hadn’t known Bucky’s voice so well he might not have recognized it in the cold and clinical tone that came over the speakers at headquarters. It was surreal, almost like waking up back in that fake bedroom listening to the ball game he’d actually been to. Tony’s hand on his shoulder was warm and comforting and Steve leaned into the other man for a moment.
“You gotta stop letting it eat at you, Steve. We’re gonna figure this out,”
The group followed Adam into the base, the metal doors shutting behind them with a dull clang. Natasha eyed them as quick snicks told her locks were engaging in the doors. It would be difficult to get out of here if someone didn’t want them to leave. Shrugging off her paranoia, they had to trust somebody, Natasha followed after the group, shrugging her bag up higher on her shoulder. Adam led them to a large room set up with a television, couches, viewscreens that held outdoor scenes, and a computer humming away busily on a desk.
“If you would all just give me a few moments, I’ll give you a map to the facility and you can fi
Things had finally quieted down as the sun dropped below the horizon. S.H.I.E.L.D. still stood but, to everyone inside, it was a twisted ruin. Their convictions and their beliefs burned as other agents they’d thought loyal, thought friends, walked around under the banner of Hydra. Those still alive wore shell-shocked expressions, eyes wide and still unbelieving. Those who had joined Hydra wore big, relieved smiles, finally out of the shadows and taking what they felt was their rightful place.
Alexander Pierce wandered idly through his office, wearing the same satisfied smile everyone else was. Now he owned the space, finally claimed it