Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he was in no mood for interruption.

“Gentlemen. Ladies. I’ve called you here to discuss the course of action we will be taking.” He made his way around the long table in the center of the room to the head of it, nodding to those gathered inside. He nodded to Carol at the end of the table and slid his file of paperwork onto the table before him.

“Loki, Self-proclaimed god of Mischief and other worldly entity has … ” He struggled with the words, his grip on the back of his leather chair tightening slightly. “arranged things in a way that we’ve lost one of our own. This must not be allowed to be accepted.” He stared down for a moment, losing his voice and his train of thought.  He stifled his emotions and mentally slammed the cork back into that bottle. He needed to be strong for just a little while, and he needed to lead.

“My dad, always said,” he paused, shaking his head and clicking his teeth, deep in concentration as he leaned forward on the chair. “And probably most of your dads, the best defense is a good offense. I’ve been working with a few teams on trying to find the location of this… fugitive, and so far have come up with nothing. We’re likely going to have to either wait for him to show his slimy head again or we’re going to have to bait him out.” He paused,  scanning the room. 

“I know— I know that this is probably the last thing most of you want to hear, and god help me, no one wants to try to find this son of a bitch more than me, but, that’s not something we can really do at this moment.” He glanced over between Peter, Bobbi and Natasha with somewhat pleading eyes. He knew that they were probably hurting just as bad as he was in the scheme of things, but he needed their patience if his ideas were going to work.

“If anyone has any ideas, I’d like to hear them now.” He tapped the paperwork on the desk and slid around into the chair before the table. “This is for after the little brainstorming sesh.” He glanced over, noticing Johnny.

“Any ideas for us, Storm?”

flameonhumantorch:

iron-liver:

flameonhumantorch:

So, I know Tony warned me…… but I may have melted a weight machine, so how to we handle that?

We handle it by docking your vacation time.

WHAT!? I can’t like, write a check or something, I’m sure Reed could cover it.

Yes, but, then you wouldn’t learn valuable experience from it.

I expect reed to cover it too.

(Source: redfuckinghood)

flameonhumantorch:

So, I know Tony warned me…… but I may have melted a weight machine, so how to we handle that?

We handle it by docking your vacation time.

(Source: redfuckinghood)

I am Iron Man: Open (Everyone feel free to come in)

flameonhumantorch:

iron-liver:

flameonhumantorch:

It was another day, and Johnny was in the gym on the weight machine, working his back. He was pushing himself pretty hard so little flares were coming off him every so often, and the heat in the room was high.

The door to the gym opened and in entered Tony, with a fat…

“Sorry Stark, got carried away” Johnny grabbed a bottle of water and rested, the slight red glow leaving his body, he looked tony over and noticed his tone.

“Who kicked your ass?” Johnny asked with a smirk, “And remind me never to piss them off”

“My immune system.” He sat and sighed, running a hand through his hair before pausing at the bruise on his face.
“And Captain America.” He scowled, touching the bruise gingerly. “Sparring. He knocked me flat….. You shoulda seen him though.” He added with a touch of irony before taking a sip from the thermos he had, filled with chicken soup.
“Not a scratch on him.”

(Source: redfuckinghood)

flameonhumantorch:

It was another day, and Johnny was in the gym on the weight machine, working his back. He was pushing himself pretty hard so little flares were coming off him every so often, and the heat in the room was high.

The door to the gym opened and in entered Tony, with a fat bruise on the side of his head and a rather grim expression a blanket draped over his shoulders, and a sniffle or two coming from his nose every so often.  He paused as the heat washed over his already feverish form.

“Hey, Storm, Don’t melt my equipment, aight? I’ll dock your pay.” He called, his typical smug inflection replaced with a dreary one, and he rubbed his nose.

(Source: redfuckinghood)

flameonhumantorch:

dailybugleparker:

The reason I get up in the morning. I consider myself one lucky guy :). 

Seriously Pete… just seriously.

Ooh Ooh, are we making fun of the fact he’s yet to tap that despite her practically begging for it?

You love me Tony, Everybody loves me

Haha. And people call me vain.

flameonhumantorch:

Reed’s sent me in as an “experiment in integrated global and cosmic defense” or something like that

He would say that. I think he sent you here to get trolled by us.

And be wary of the fangirls. They flip sides easily and they do bite.

….Not in the good way.

sometimes.