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Iron Man
 Posted: Jul 6 2016, 04:08 PM
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PROTECTING BOTH YOUR HEART AND MINE
Tony named it “Sanctuary.” It was the only name that he would accept, and since Steve didn’t fight him on it, then “Sanctuary” it would be. He had found it while looking through old record of possible locations for the upcoming war that Steve was predicting. He didn’t share the same sentiment with the Captain; that the world was going to come to an end the moment that the Avengers became criminals, but he did have to admit that the other man had a point. They needed a place to retreat to when the proverbial shit hit the fan, and he actually respected Roger’s mind for recognizing the necessity. Sometimes, Stark was worried that the Captain believed too much in the inherent good will of mankind, and that his honest plan of retreat would be knocking on the doors of random civilians and begging for cellar space in their time of obvious need. The good ol’ boy grin and bright eyes often hid a tactical mind that Tony had to admit had few equals. Steve could see the bigger picture, more often than not. It was why they needed him as the leader.

Tony could see the big picture, too, and he often, rather loudly, reminded Steve of that, and that the “Boy from Brooklyn” wasn’t all that special. This last time, though, Steve had not risen to the bait. Instead. he told Tony that he needed him to do just that, and narrow his focus to a single task: Retreat. It was coming, and they couldn’t avoid it, so they needed to secure where they were going, and how safe it would be once they got there. It was all that Tony focused on for weeks, really. He had wished he had more time, but he did what he could with what little he had been given. They would be warm, at least, and dry. He had installed a cloaking field, so that it was safe from being looked at with the naked eye. Originally, he had planned on Wanda being there to help run interference on all psychic or magic spying, but now it appeared that his decrepit Achilles had a major heel. He would need to focus his attention in that direction in the days to come, but for now, he had more pertinent issues to look at.

He abandoned the car that he took to get this far north in a thick part of the forest. With any luck, one of the people that he had told to come get it would and they would make quick work of it. December 17th. The day after the Attack on the Tower. The Day of the Tower? The Night of the Tower? The papers would come up with something to call it. It was too big of an event for anyone, even SHIELD, to cover up. They would need to spin it, and the media machines were probably already working. He could not think about that right now, though. He had left the unconscious Pietro back at the compound to turn around and abandon the car far away from it, but he needed to get back fast. The last thing he wanted was for a teammate to slip away into the ever after because he couldn’t leg it a few miles in the snow.

Good thing a storm was coming in. No matter how people approached Sanctuary, they would have their tracks covered. He had to believe that his message had gotten out to everyone, and that the team was coming. So, he would hoof it back to the compound, and wait. The place was still quiet when Tony walked in. No one else had gotten there yet. That should worry him. It did worry him. He was a jaded man. There were other members of the team who were there to “look on the bright side” or “keep your spirits up.” Stark was a “glass half full of poison” kind of guy. It didn’t earn him a lot of friends, but it meant that he always got to know the ulterior motives of a person before he got too close. Roses had thorns. He didn’t want to be pricked.

The compound itself was mostly barren. Beds and rooms, though some people would probably have to double up. There was a “kitchen,” not in the five star sense, but in the sense that there were burners and they got out and could cook the simple supply of frozen food that he had stored up. It was not much, but it would need to be home. From the other room, he could hear Pietro’s steady breathing. Tony had made sure that the kid at least for a patch job on their way out of town. It would keep him stable, until the team could arrange for something a little more substantial. There were plenty of people who would do the back-alley (but, he insisted on, clean,)surgery that Stark needed for Maximoff. No records were kept, so his name didn’t appear in the system as a red flag. If they were lucky, HYDRA could count Quicksilver among the dead. Just like Iron Man. In light of it all, Stark wondered if it was childish, faking his death like that, with Barton the only one wise to it all. He expected an earful when the others arrived.

If the others arrive.

When the others arrived.

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It was a good thing Nat had near photographic memory long-since installed in her, because relying on Steve for the safe house's coordinates would have been pointless. For the most part, the super soldier had remained unconscious, proving he was still alive by occasionally drifting back to conscious state to mummer a few words before rolling his head to the side and closing his eyes once more. Getting them out of the tower and down the block had been a difficult feat. With his injuries and blood loss, Steve was putting all of his strength into keeping himself upright and despite that, Nat was still struggling to keep them moving. Her entire body was sore and aching and her head throbbed so hard she could hear her own heart beat, yet she pushed past the pain and focused on the task at hand; just as she had been taught to do in the Red Room. They were moving far slower than she wanted to, but the injured pair were incapable of a hasty escape at the moment. They had managed to make their way down the elevator and through one of Tony's expertly hidden secret exits to come out of the side of Stark Tower on street level.

Natasha had done her best to make sure they weren't followed, but she was experienced enough to know that just because you didn't see anyone, didn't mean nobody was watching. A block away she had found a car and carefully leaned Steve up against it. Pulling two small metal stick-like devices from her pouch, Natasha stuck them into the cars lock, jimmying them around until a small click was heard and the car became unlocked. Quickly opening the door, she press the unlock button the rest and went back to Steve. "Just a bit more," she said, pulling him back into standing position before helping him over to the other side of the car. Opening The passenger door, Natasha carefully eased Steve into the seat, making sure to buckle him in before swinging back around to the driver side and closing herself in as well. Ripping off the plastic console, she looked down at the wires that were now exposed, taking hold of two brightly colored ones and pulling them out. Sparking the frayed ends together, Natasha continuously repeated the motion until a small spark set off a rumble within the engine. Hopefully Steve wouldn't mind that she had no intention of returning the car, but she doubted the owners would want it back considering all the blood that was about to be on their seats. Pulling off from the curb, Natasha drove several blocks, making her direction sporadic as she continued glancing in the review mirror. There didn't seem to be any tails, but better safe than sorry..... 

After weaving in and out of traffic on FDR Drive, Nat pulled over onto one of the side streets in the Bronx. It was rather quiet and remote and it was pretty apparent that nobody had followed them all the way out here. After shutting off the car, she pulled around over to Steve’s side. They couldn’t stop for very long, but they had to get that arrow out. Helping him forward, Natasha gave a precautionary warning before pushing the arrow all the way through and out of Steve’s body. Pressing an old T-shirt she had found in the back seat up against it, Nat waited until the bleeding slowed to start on the next portion of her plan. It was highly likely Fury and their enemies had seen them escape the Tower, so it was time to acquire a new set of wheels. As Natasha unlocked a new car the same way she had done before, she helped Steve over to the new vehicle and soon they were on their way to the coordinates.

It was a bit before they finally reached the coordinates Tony had provided. The property was vast and the place looked like a large warehouse, a large high-tech warehouse. Pulling up to the gravel parking-area- she assumed, Nat finally shut down the car. “Here’s hoping we’re not walking into a trap…” she mumbled dryly out loud. The message had come from Tony on their secure Avengers’ line, yet years of experience in espionage had left Natasha distrustful and always questioning. Stepping out of the vehicle, she returned to the passenger’s side, unbuckling Steve and helping him out of the car. She would dispose of it later, but for now, she had to get Steve to safety. With the Captain leaning on her and Natasha limping herself, the pair slowly made their way to what she assumed was the entrance. “I wonder if anyone else made it here…” It was a grim thought, but considering their coms had gone radio silent halfway through the battle, everyone but Tony and Peitro’s whereabouts went unaccounted for.

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And each man stands with
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Of his own drawn sword,
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Avenger’s Tower was on fire.

Steve focused on the little things, forcing his focus to tune into finite points even as it fought him. He wished he could say that he was strong enough for this, but he knew better. They had wanted to make it look convincing, so they did. Hawkeye had taken out Captain America with just one arrow. And next came the retreat.

It wasn’t an act. While there might have been a half dozen little allowed victories on their part, the Avengers were actually outnumbered and it was obvious. SHIELD…. HYDRA… they flooded them like ants, and the numbers prevailed. He was able to hold it together so that Natasha didn’t need to carry him out of the Tower, but he could not help but notice, through all those little micro-moments that he forced on himself, just how badly it had all gone. This had been their home, and now it was Ground Zero. They were dodging operatives like it was a warzone, all contact with their friends lost. They could not trust their comms. How many of their own had been captured? Were any of them dead?

He could not think about that now. Speculation always led to disaster. It became harder to ignore the thoughts, though, as the world slowed down around him, and time refused to march forward. All those details he tried to focus on betrayed him. The darkness of the Tower was only now illuminated by the fire that now consumed whole areas of it. They had torn a hole through their home… and Steve had let them. He had made his stand in the face of HYDRA, and everything that they stood for, and his friends had stood with him… and they had lost.

He tried not to think about that too much, either. There could be time enough for all of this once they made it to Sanctuary. He was just happy that Tony had pulled it through. It was not like he doubted Stark, but Steve had not exactly given him a lot of time when he told him that they should set up a base camp away from the city, in case something happened to the Tower. Steve had seen the writing on the wall. Maybe Stark had, too. Damn it… Stark… Sure Steve and many of the others had lost a home today, but Tony… Maybe Steve had asked too much of him. To Tony, this place was more than a home. This was his life’s work. And now? Now…?

Steve pulled himself from that thought like a man coming up from drowning. The more he let his thoughts wander, the less likely he would stay on his feet. The arrow was still in his shoulder, so the bleeding had no chance to stop or even ebb. Every time he moved (and a retreat meant a lot of movement) it was another lance of pain through him. He gritted his teeth, though, never crying out from it all. He would not give away his position, but furthermore, he would not give them the satisfaction of it. He had to hold on to the little victories.

Down and down they went. Sometime after Natasha (godsend that she was) got him into the first car, he blacked out. The moment his feet did not need to hold him up anymore, he felt his eyelids droop and he was swallowed up by the darkness behind them. The next time he opened them, it was to a touch on his shoulder. His eyes flew open to lock with Natasha’s, who had somehow shifted over him. The only warning she had given him was the touch to his arm before she was tearing the arrow from him. His good arm flew out instinctively, palm and fingers digging into her opposite shoulder: an anchor as the world spun. He still did not scream out loud, but the long shout that his body needed to give shuttered against the inside of his clenched teeth, rattling his skull, making his tongue feel too big. He opened his eyes long enough to lock eyes with Romanoff, an unspoken conversation passing between them. He was OK. He was still there. And that was when the darkness took him again.

Dreams brought on by blood loss were some of the worst. The brain is deprived of what it needs to make sense of all those firing neurons. Memories are mixed with fantasies are mixed with lies are mixed with hopes. At times, he was back during the war, the familiar voice of his best friend in all the world calling to him from somewhere behind, somewhere where he had his back. Other times, the road was rushing by outside of the windows of a car he did not know, the winter road and wind showing him the faces of everyone he had ever failed. Then, Sharon was sitting across from him at that coffee shop, hand in his, smiling. God, she was smiling. The table expanded, and everyone was there, around the table, enjoying one of those family meals that he had always heard so many people talk about. And he was happy. Then a shadow passed over the meal, and the food rotted on the table. He blinked, realizing his hand was empty, and he looked to see Sharon gone. They were all gone, and he was alone in an apartment he lived in as a kid, sitting at a cold, empty table, with nothing for food except was his Depression era ration tickets could afford. It was cold, and it was dark, and he knew that he was alone because there was no one left… because he had failed them…

A car door closed and his eyes were open. His head did not feel any better than it had been when he had been sleeping. His brain was trying to annex from his skull by anyway it could find. He went to prop himself up with his shield arm, and realized just how bad of an idea that was with the fire reminded him the Clinton Francis Barton had put an arrow through him that had been large enough to kill an elephant. He supposed he felt flattered, in a way. Natasha was at his door before he could think more on it, but he stopped her from outright reaching into the car and carrying him into the building. She had carried him far enough.

The wind bit at the wound under the rag (t-shirt) that was now wrapped around it. The shirt was already soaked through and it meant that every bristle of air past it chilled it. Steve looked to the building, hoping that it would promise some kind of refuge from the weather, and was honestly surprised by what he saw. This place… the exterior looked like nothing special by Stark standards, but it was still more than Steve anticipated. Had he been preparing this place even before Steve had asked him to secure it? There was no way this place had come together in just a few days. Tony must have been working on it for weeks or months…

“I have to trust Stark,” he replied to Natasha, keeping the sentence short, not out of terseness, but in order to protect his already hoarse and failing voice. He needed sleep… But first, they needed to get inside and get a head count… a damage report. He followed Natasha inside, slower from his injuries, and did not argue with her when she silently held the door open for him. He was barely inside the door when he gave a call out. They couldn’t be the first ones here… they couldn’t be the only ones here.

His concerns seemed to echo Romanoff’s, so he decided to be direct about it. “Avengers!” he shouted into the tall ceilings and empty walls of the building, his voice finding the strength, even if it wavered with just a hint of betraying emotion at the end. If it was a trap, then whoever was waiting would spring it and they could be done with it, and if not, his voice should reach just about anyone in hearing range.

“Assemble!”

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In the hours that ticked by, Tony learned something about himself. He had always thought that he hated silence, but he was rapidly discovering was that that was a lie. Silence could be maddening. It dampened the senses, and made reality seem hyperreal and too far away at the same time. When it was too quiet, Tony could hear himself think, and that was quite often the worst thing for his mental health. Too often lately, his mind had been his worst enemy, and he was out of contingency plans for every possible “worst case scenario.”

It was rapidly becoming clear to him, though, that it was near silence that was going to get him in the end. At least in complete silence, his thought had a chance to run on without interruption. With near silence, there was always a punctuation that would come out of nowhere. Maybe, a generator would buzz to life from somewhere outside. Sometimes, his ears would pick up on a frequency in the wires behind the stone walls that he hadn’t noticed before. Other times, he would think he heard a change in Pietro’s breathing that would make his own breath catch. In those moments, whatever he had been thinking about before would be lost, and he would either have to guess, start over, or give up on his train of thought. When you name was Tony Stark, though, your thoughts were all you had, so right now, he was failing.

It was not as if he had much else to occupy his time. He had taken care of the car hours ago after he had convinced himself that Pietro wouldn’t (maybe) die right there if he wasn’t looking at him. The snow was coming down at a good enough pace that the tire tracks were already almost gone by the time he started his walk back to Sanctuary. He had almost expected the others to have gotten to the new base of operations by the time he got back, but he was greeted by more near-silence as he entered. He had even been stupid enough to give a half-hearted “Hello?” before going back to his vigil.

Nothing. Just the return of near-silence, his only friend. He stayed by Pietro’s side. How could he do anything else? The kid had literally jumped in front of bullets meant for him. There was also the fact that there had been some kind of decoy posing as his sister that literally blew up in his face. Tony was no therapist (ha!) but he had a feeling that something like was going to have a lingering effect on the kid’s brain. He shouldn’t be alone when he woke up. Stark remembered what it was like to wake up alone. Someone who proved that they could be a hero didn’t deserve that. So, for now, he waited.

Maybe everyone was dead. Or maybe they had been captured. He honestly didn’t know which would be worse. Dead meant that they could at least get off this rock and out of this fight, but it meant that they would be, well, dead. Captured meant the hope that came with being alive was still there, but somehow Tony didn’t think that any prison that SHIELD had to offer was going to include a luxury spa and five-course meals. There was a needling at the back of his brain that told him that all was not right. Things had gone according to plan, which meant they had ended in a big clusterfuck, and Tony was starting to wonder just whose plan everything had gone according to.

Hours went by, and the building breathed its mechanical rhythm. Pietro breathed without rhythm at all. Tony would check his pulse, but he had no idea what the baseline for someone like Maximoff might be. If he had JARVIS with him, then maybe he could get a better idea. Tony had made a point to keep at least some medical information on all his teammates. He told himself it was for the sake of being able to help them, but he knew there was a voice in the back of his head that told him otherwise. It was the same voice that told him to work on the Hulkbuster armor.

A whirlwind of new thoughts broke through his brain as the near-silence was broken by the distinct sound of an approaching car. It had been too long for anyone to start arriving safely. That meant that either it was the bad guys, or some other kind of bad news that was going to come through that door. Either way, the status quo was about to be rocked.

He could hear talking coming from the main entry before he made it out there. Female. It was easy to hear that it was Natasha, and she didn’t sound like she was in too much trouble or pain. Then again, if there was a person who could be described as “cool under pressure,” it was Romanoff. She was also not the kind of person to just talk to herself for no reason, so hearing her voice meant that she had to be here with someone.

There was someone else breathing, but the fact that Tony could hear it from a whole room over meant that they were probably not in the best shape themselves. No one breathed heavy for no reason. When the call came from the next room, though, there was a pang of concern that lanced through him. Avengers. Assemble.” Steve. Rogers and Romanoff. They had made it out. His pace quickened, and he was exiting the back room/ make shift infirmary in the direction of his friends. He didn’t expect to see so much blood.

Steve was hurt. That was another one of their legitimate supes that had been taken down. Men like Steve and Pietro took that extra oomph to take down. The fact that they were the ones bleeding made that dread settled across his eyes again. Where were the others? This couldn’t be it? Maybe they had news. That little flicker of hope was wavering in the wind, but there was a chance. Maybe Bruce and Thor and everyone else had made it. There were too many questions. Tony was feeling listless.

{b]“Hi.” It sounded like such an empty word. “Pietro’s in the back. He… hasn’t woken up yet so…” His voice trailed off, not wanting to even guess what might be next for them all. He was no doctor, so for all he knew, Pietro and Steve would be fine from their injuries. Maybe Pietro just needed to sleep it off, and if Steve was still standing that meant he was going to make it right. There was that near-silence again, and with people here to help fill it, Tony was compelled to speak. All that came out, though, was another empty “Hi.”

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Sorry this took so long! I had an amazing post written and then it just went away. Technology has foiled Tony again. This is a runner up post to the one I did before. Not as good, but here it is.


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“I have to trust Stark.”

Natasha looked over at her friend for a moment and gave a hesitant nod. They did have to trust Stark, because they had no other options right now. He was their safest bet, their teammate, their friend. And yet Natasha still couldn’t find it in herself to completely do so. She knew that saying she had ‘trust issues’ would be the understatement of the year, but Tony Stark was his own special case. He was a good person, he always had good intentions, but he didn’t always take the most agreeable routes to get there… Not that Natasha was one to talk, but he kept secrets, he lied, he did what he had to to accomplish his own agenda. Of all people, she could recognize those behaviors. He hadn’t informed them that he had a plan to fake his own death, after all. But that didn’t mean Natasha expected him to lead his own teammates into a trap. Not on purpose, at least.

As they entered the building, Natasha’s green eyes immediately scanned every visible surface area, taking in the new environment. It was clean; very new looking and sterile, not exactly ‘homey’, but it would make a good headquarters. She didn’t like how open and exposed the entranceway she was standing in felt, but the only thing easing that comfort was the fact that this place was Stark-approved. Which meant that even if it didn’t look all that secure, there were security measures for even the toaster. It was also possible the toaster could be an A.I. too, which was also unsettling. Steve cried out to the rest, his authoritative voice echoing off of the spacious walls.

She hadn’t realized the tightness of anticipation in her chest until there was a slight release caused by Tony’s arrival. But the relief didn’t last long as it soon became apparent that he was the only one of them that was going to show up… At least there was the additional knowledge that Pietro was alive; how long that would last seemed to be anybody’s guess though…. “Good to see you’re alive,” she answered, the touch of bitterness not lost in her tone, yet the slight pull of a smirk on her lips showed she wasn’t all that angry at him for not informing them of his master plan. Natasha didn’t like to be kept in the dark… She didn’t like not knowing things or not having all of the information. And most of all, she didn’t like experiencing extreme emotions of sentimentality if she could help it. So while she was glad Tony was alive, thinking he had died and finding it was just some trick was not something she’d be laughing about any time soon. “Steve needs medical attention,” It wasn’t difficult for Natasha to slip out of her teasing nature and jump back to business. “Stubbornness got him this far,” Nat glanced sideways, shooting Steve a flickering smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “but Barton shot him with an arrow and we didn’t have time to treat the wound.” Not to mention they had fallen several stories, crashing against concrete debris along the way.

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Steve’s voice echoed on the high empty walls in a way that chilled his bones. 24 hours ago, they had all been somewhere else, miles from here. They had all been safe. Now… Overnight… His breathing hitched, and it was honestly not just because of the pain. He used to call those words, that “Avengers Assemble” with conviction and, frankly, hope. Now, that hope still lingered in his tone, but with just a touch of desperation. When they were first met with silence, Steve could feel a hole opening inside him, until…

Then just one word broke it. Tony’s simple “Hi.” The simplicity of the word struck Rogers. Stark was rarely a man of few words, and he could tell that even the sentences that followed were a way for him to fill them in on their current status, and fill the quiet. Steve and Natasha, it seemed, both released their tension at the same time, though Steve’s movements were probably more noticeable through the weakness in his muscles. When he saw the Iron Man suit go down, Steve was certain he would never see Stark again. Even when his voice came over this comms, there was no way of knowing if it was truly Tony, or just another one of his tricks. Seeing him here, in the flesh, made him believe.

Where Natasha’s relief was resigned, (and, more than likely, a little resentful,) Steve couldn’t help but make his plain. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to be furious, but he still found himself crossing the room, taking what little weight he relied on Romanoff for, and limped over to Tony. He didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t going to hug the other man, and with his good arm, he embraced him. It was not as tight as it could have been, and his body was a touch awkward from the injuries and odd sense of balance. With his shield actively gone, not just off and resting somewhere, waiting to be used, he felt strangely off kilter. It would get better… Already, things were better than they were an hour ago.

But they couldn’t stay “better” for long. The only other member of the team that Tony mentioned was Pietro, and from the sounds of it, it was not in a good way. He was alive, but the way Stark spoke about him suggested that even that status was debatable. He would go in and check on Maximoff in a minute, but… he took a mental list of the other members of his roster. With Clint gone, too, that meant more than half of their team was simply not there, either captured or dead or on the run themselves. In terms of numbers it was not very good.

He released Tony from their embrace, and did his best to let the relief come through all the doubt. They were safe, which meant there was still hope, no matter how far away it looked. He looked back at Natasha, seeing her attempt to smile. He tried to not read into any tone or inflection in her voice when she said Barton’s name. “Yeah he did. It’s a good thing he’s on our side.” He grinned at her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes either, though, but he still did it for her. They called her a Black Widow, but she was more like a cat. If she needed to say something, she would say it. It didn’t mean she had no feelings.

By the time he looked back to Tony, though, the smile had faded. “She’s right about the stubbornness, though, so how about you fill us in? What do you know? And about our new home?” The word “home” was empty. This place wasn’t the Tower. For many of the Avengers, their whole lives were in the building. He knew his was… But he looked to Tony, as much as a co-leader of this team as he was, hoping for someone answers that would light the way.

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The distance that he kept between himself and the pair was a shield. Basic human interaction was something on the edge that he could not hold on to, if that made any sort of logical sense to inquiring minds. His entire body was tight. Before, he would have said that he had no reason to doubt even his friends, but after watching Wanda Maximoff blow up in front of him, he did not know what or who he could trust. Maybe it had been karma. After using the LMD to trick everyone, including the people he should have been trust the most, a part of him felt like maybe he deserved the doubt that the Wanda-bot put in him. The way that Romanoff joked without joking, and the look in her eyes, suggested that he may have stepped over a line. She should know, though, how hard it could be to trust people. Maybe it was for the best that he had told no one. What if he had confessed his plan at the meeting earlier that day, and the Wanda-bot had overheard? God, was it really less than 24 hours ago that they were standing around a table in the Tower?

His eyes were focused on some place on the floor when Steve crossed the room and embraced him. It was a shock, certainly, that forced him to buckle out from his internal reverie and snap his attention make to the present. For a moment his arms were slack, like he didn’t know what to do with them. His face was, luckily, resting on the shoulder of Steve’s what was not bleeding, so he had few distractions when he looked over it to catch Natasha’s eye. Tony wasn’t used to hugging. He just wasn’t a hugger. He knew that him and the super spy couldn’t agree on everything, but they did agree on their confusion with physical displays of affection. The hug did, at least, break him out of the maudlin and into the confused, and his look to Romanoff seemed to be searching for answers. How do I Human? they seemed to ask. It’s not like Steve even said anything. He just embraced him. And there was a part of Tony that wished he could feel it past the ragging numbness…

After a heartbeat or two, Tony figured that the hug was probably as much for Steve as much as Steve thought Tony needed it, so he brought his arms up and around the Super Solider, and returned the embrace. His eyes found that same spot on the ground, and he drifted away, making sure to be back to some semblance of normal before Rogers broke the hug. “Well, Barton always did enjoy the finer things in life,” he commented, happy to have conversation moving around again. “Besides, with the type of looks he would give us in meetings, I am sure he was just waiting for the chance to shoot us.” He gave a smile that stopped at his lips, the glint in his eye a product of training with Public Relations rather than genuine ease.

“Oh, you want the Grand Tour?” he said to Steve, answering Roger’s optimism with his own breed of sarcasm. “Well, then by all means, let’s go!” Tony did an about-face, full expecting Rogers and Romanoff to follow behind him. He immediately returned to the room that he had come from when he heard the call. It wasn’t serendipity or strategy that made him place the infirmary so close to the main hall. It was power supply. They needed to be sure their medical equipment was always running, and that meant making sure that the med bay was close to the front of the building. He would have put it in the atrium if it would not be so gauche.

The sound of Pietro’s breathing barely filled the room. “Since she was worried about your arm, Steve, this might end up being Romanoff’s favorite room!” He gestured about. There were medical supplies, to be sure, and plenty that would be able to set, stitch, and wrap Roger’s wound. He stopped within a few paces of the sleeping/healing/dying Maximoff twin, and turned to face them. “Mess Hall is to the left. Bathrooms are to the right. And any beds not holding a dying teammate are down the hall you first came in.”

It was hard not to be bitter when he looked at their faces. They had survived: the three (technically four?) of them. And the others had not. Where was Banner? Where was Thor? He had seen them in the fight, but had lost track of them in the mess. Banner would be hard to hide after chaos like that if he had Hulked out, which means that SHIELD must have gotten to them before the green guy had a chance to make an appearance. The last time he saw Thor was a quick glance of him battling in the streets before Tony needed put on his big show.

“Sorry if the place seems a little big. I was expecting a larger turn out…”

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Natasha watched as Steve embraced his friend, brow rising ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture. Rogers did not hold grudges the same way she did, so she didn't expect him to share in her slight bitterness, but she hadn't predicted the barely-conscious man to be so intimate with Tony. Not like the affection was unlike Steve, but it was unlike Stark, and the look on his face only exemplified that fact. Natasha watched with a hint of amusement pulling at her lips, enjoying the way Tony's uncomfortableness was written all over his face and guarded stance. When her teammate met her eye, Natasha tilted her head faintly, giving Tony a warning look; one that silently cautioned him not to ruin this moment for Steve. They had all been through a lot in the last several hours, all hurting in their own ways for their own reasons. Despite being a team, the Avengers were made up of some of the most opposing characteristics imaginable. That meant they all dealt with their emotions in different ways, and if what their leader needed right now was an embrace of comfort, then he was damn sure getting it after what he had just gone through. Besides, Tony owed them for scaring the shit out of them. Luckily, Stark finally gave in.

When the embrace was broken, Nat caught Steve's smile; no doubt a display for her benefit. The man was bleeding out and yet here he was worrying about her well-being. But that was Steve Rogers for you. Yet despite the smile, Natasha could see the way the amusement didn't quite reach the blue of his eyes. The words were said almost as if to remind them that Clint was still on their side.... Or to convince themselves of it. Nat wondered if Steve was attempting to assure himself of that fact as well, despite the stabbing pain in his shoulder attempting to tell him otherwise. The Russian figured they'd have to do a lot of reminding in the weeks to come. Still, Natasha pushed a brief smile to her lips for her friend's sake.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he got a little joy out of it," she said dryly, a hint of amusement in her tone as she flashed a smirk towards Stark at his words. Because pretending that Clint was playing some sort of game where he could playfully get some sort of revenge on his leader and friend for making him sit through winded lecture or have to deal with Tony's sarcastic quips was far easier to do than face the truth. The truth of the fact that Barton was likely churning over the events of the last few hours, eating himself up from the inside out while he drowned himself in blame for the actions he had no choice but to take. Pretending this was some practical joke was far less weighing than thinking about the fact that Clint had tried to kill them. If he wasn't so good at his job, he just might have.

The redhead's eyes dropped to the floor at the word 'home', perhaps the only sign of her displeasure at the word. She stubbornly did not want to call it home, but then again, she had said the same about the Tower. But how could this be home when so many of them were missing from it? When Clint was missing from it? Part of her, a large part of her, wanted to return to her safehouse downtown. It hadn't been discovered, as far as she knew, and if anyone knew how to blend into the shadows it was Natasha. But she couldn't leave the only two teammates she had left.... Not while they weren't even sure of their other friend's whereabouts. Not when they needed to stick together more than ever. So she lifted her green eyes when Tony oh-so-cheerfully offered to give them the guided tour. It was interesting; the effort the three of them were going through to put on this act that everything was alright when each of them knew the hard truth. Maybe they were just doing it for each other, or maybe they were doing it for themselves.

Without him even asking, Nat slipped back under Steve's arm, helping him walk as they followed Tony down the hall. Immediately her gaze fell on Pietro as they entered the medical room, her expression hardening just a fraction. As Tony had said, he didn't look okay.... Tearing her gaze from the body, Nat let Stark's comment slide past her, as she often did with his quips. It was true though; this was the room she currently wished to be in to take a look at Steve's arm, but Natasha would never call the infirmary her favorite. She hates hospitals and everything of the like. The instruments, the poking and prodding.... It was all too familiar to her childhood. If she could avoid them, she did. She'd rather have Clint stitch her up in her room any day over being confined to a bed, hooked up to all sorts of machines.

Swallowing the hard lump that had quickly formed in her throat, Nat let the corners of her lips fall slightly as Tony mentioned their teammates, or lack thereof. "Once we get him stitched up," she said, a quick glance over at Steve, "I'll start looking into everyone's whereabouts. Try and locate the ones we don't have eyes on, see if we can find a way to get them here." There weren't many left to find.... Clint was with Hydra now, Peitro was here, and Wanda had.... well, that was definitely something Natasha wanted explained, but that meant the true Wanda's location was unknown. Thor, Bruce, and the others had gone silent, and Natasha intended to find out what happened to them.

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Embracing Tony, Steve was not surprised when the other man did not return it at first. Steve was a man surrounded by people who kept their emotions closely guarded. Most of the Avengers had a tendency to “play it cool” when it came to their feelings. Steve himself took the approach of trying to be as steady as he could be so that no one else would worry about him. They all had enough strain on their backs, he did not need to add to it. In a way, that was what Natasha and Tony did, too. Romanoff did not want to let people get too close. It was a defense mechanism. Tony feigned the bon vivant lifestyle to hide something that Steve could never put his finger on.

Eventually, Stark gingerly accepted the hug and returned it. Steve wondered if they were ever be able to bridge the gaps between them. Tony had become one of Steve’s closest friends since he woke back up, but there was always this contrary aura between the two of them. It almost felt like Tony just had to believe in the opposite of what Steve did just to have someone to fight. And Steve only realized when he had seen Tony get shot from the sky that he would miss that.

Pulling back, he held a smile on his face, as weak as it was. “You also need to tell us how you are alive! We saw you…We saw Barton…” It was clear now that it had been some kind of trick; a ruse meant to make Barton look serious when it came to what side he was on. But Tony, say for a few scratches and bumps, certainly did not look like he had just been exploded out of the sky. “I’m just happy that you are here.”

When Natasha came up to him to give him her shoulder to literally lean on, he didn’t argue. His strength was definitely wavering, and if he wanted to remain conscious, then he was going to need to accept the super spy’s help. He looked down at her, their height difference even more apparent now that she was acting as his crutch, and shared a thankful glance. He did not know what was running through her mind, but it had to be a dark place right now. The organization that had tortured her and so many other women before here was out there, and it turned out that they were running the show. Barton was in their midst, and sticking around meant that Romanoff could easily be found by them; that they could send Clint after her. It would be smarter for her to run, maybe… but instead of just dropping him off on the steps of their new home and taking the car to some far away geographical location, she was here. She was helping.. It made him feel proud of her, but he knew better to say it. Certainly, now was not the time.

Walking into the infirmary was a sobering sight. There was no telltale beeping of some monitor, but he could tell that Quicksilver was not doing well. Even under the blanket Tony had tucked him under, he could see where all the bullets had found homes in his body, even if the bleeding had mostly stopped. How many of those were still in him? How many holes did he have in him now? He let himself be lowered onto the bed across from Pietro, and while he could feel the conversation continue around him, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. He nodded at the comments from Tony about where everything was, even the biting remark about the fact that most of their teammates and friends had not made it here yet.

Natasha was already taking initiative, though, offering to go out and search for their colleagues. He nodded to her, saying how he approved the idea, but all he could do was look at Pietro. “What happened up there?” he asked, looking at Tony. “With Pietro? And Wanda?” It had not been clear what had happened from the calls over the comm unit. Utter chaos had reigned tonight… Steve didn’t like being on this side of the fight.

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Tony looked between Natasha and Steve, and tried to let that flicker of jealousy die. It did, quickly, but the fact that it sparked at all was a sign of just how dark it had gotten for him. To say that someone would be able to know Romanoff 100% would be ridiculous, but Steve and her were close. Steve ended up becoming friends with just about everyone that he met. The two of them were going to get through this. Tony had no doubt in his mind, either, that Steve and Natasha cared about him. When it really came down to it, though, no one really knew him. It was his own fault, really, but that somehow made him feel more depressed.

He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed distinctly across his chest, blocking his arc reactor. He hadn’t checked on it since the Tower. For all he knew, it had been damaged during the escape. It wasn’t exactly delicate, but they were all having a less-than-normal day. He put it on his to-do list, right after he figured out the food situation, and keeping the infirmary stocked, and keeping the generators going. “Sleep” also used to be somewhere on that list, but it had mentally been scratched out and replaced with “Pass Out” since he knew that was the only way he was going to be getting any rest: accidentally.

He tried to keep the sardonic smile off his face when Steve asked about what happened in the Tower with the twins. He could feel himself fail as his eyes went from his wound, to Natasha, and then back to Steve, this time making eye contact. “Oh, just the same old, same old,” he said, silently hating himself for his tone, but unable to keep the spite from it. “Except, did you know that Wanda was a robot? From what I could gather, no one was more surprised than her[]/i], except maybe Pietro when she blew up in his face. And I do mean that [i]literally/i]” An LMD. It had to be, or something like it. It raised a question he wasn’t ready to voice, mostly because he was not ready to feel concern at the moment. Right now, he was just angry.

“The roughest part is, though, that it wasn’t even the explosion that took him out. It was the rain of bullets that he took while he was…” He had involuntarily looked back at the resting Maximoff, unconsciously turning to him when he spoke his name, and the sight of him shocked him. It probably would for a while. It kept flashing behind his eyes; the image of the bullets tearing through Pietro’s shirt and muscles. Not a one of them, not even the ones that had passed completely through Pietro, had hit Tony, but he had [i]felt every one. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped talking.

“While he was saving me.”

He bit back the emotion. No. No he was supposed to be mad at them right now. Mad at Steve for this whole stupid plan. Mad at Natasha because he knew, he just knew she was going to bail on all of them. “So,” he said, peeling his eyes away from Quicksilver to look back at Rogers and Romanoff. His last words seem to take the wind out of his sails. No. He wasn’t angry. Just tired, and tired of being tired.

Tony set his jaw, and clenched his teeth together hard, when Natasha spoke of her plan. That was exactly what he had needed today, to add on top of the sundae: a dose of guilt. Just moments ago, he was thinking about how soon it would be before Romanoff left them to find some dark corner to crawl into and hide. Now, not only was she volunteering but she was the best option to get the information they needed. Stark’s idea of stealth was sunglasses and a baseball cap. Romanoff, though, could use the espionage skills up her fitted sleeves to find out what happened to their teammates; the find out what was happening with the world, really.

He cleared his throat. All right, so, Natasha was cleared, but he was still mad at Steve. With just a hint of accusation in his tone, he jutted his chin in Roger’s direction. “What about you two. It’s obvious that you had a close encounter of your own, but what even happened on your level?” All he knew was that the building had blown up and Barton shot Rogers. It was their turn for story time.

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The message from Tony had gone out, the one that told them where would be safe after everything that happened at the Tower. Little did he know, little did any of them know that it was going to happen the way it did. They lost a few of their numbers, though mostly not permanently. While you could never expect a plan like this to go smoothly, but this... this was a particular brand of fuckery. Sam was lucky enough that he'd gotten into the city during the time that he did, if he'd stayed over any longer over in Europe, if he hadn't grabbed up that last seat on the red eye back to New York, he wouldn't have even have known that anything was going to go down. But there were rumblings in the news, bullshit that made Sam just know in his gut that he needed to be back home. He wasn't exactly an Avenger, but Steve needed some help and ever since Steve had shown up on his doorstep with Natasha looking like a lost puppy with the bad guys after them, Sam wasn't about to let Steve flap in the wind. They weren't his team, but he believed in what they were doing and if there was something that he could do, he was going to do it.

Getting out of the city had been a bitch, but for whatever reason that Sam wasn't going to question, the old baseball cap and sunglasses getup still worked like a charm. It always seemed so stupid in the movies, but then again, he wasn't exactly as famous as some of the heroes, his face wasn't plastered on TV every so often, he didn't have a museum exhibit. But that was all definitely a blessing as he travelled upstate from the city. His wings were stashed in an oversize backpack to keep them hidden that he kept at his feet the whole time, the strap wrapped around his ankle as he sat, watching the people around him through his sunglasses while pretending to take a nap. That was one of the harder parts, to just pretend to take a nap. His adrenaline had been pumping so long that it was just making him tired now, telling him he needed to rest. That wasn't happening any time soon. On a good day falling asleep on a bus in the middle of nowhere could mean never waking up again. Even though there was a bus that only had a single changeover, Sam had elected to change buses what felt like five times, always paying cash to make sure that he'd lose anybody who maybe was trying to track him. As far as he knew, no one would be tracking little old him, but that was exactly what Sam would do, put a tail on the little guy, the one who was barely inside the circle, he'd have the least protection. Everything had been ditched on the 'flight' away from the Tower; cell phone had been smashed. He wasn't giving up his wings though, he'd swiped these fair and square and someone was going to have to pry them from his cold, dead hands.

Which if last night had gone any differently, they more than likely would have. Happily.

Finally, Sam started a good several mile hike up the 'driveway' to the Sanctuary. He was exhausted, dirty and was really feeling the several rounds he'd gone through with the SHIELD but HYDRA (but HYDRA was SHIELD) agents. People that he was granted just starting to work with, but some of them seemed nice enough. Until it came out that a majority of them were Nazi's, that made maintaining those kinds of budding office friendships hard. Genocide and 'ethnic cleansing' were real deal breakers and Sam wasn't the type to compromise his morals just to keep peace around the ol' water cooler.

He stayed off the road, just inside the tree line. A car had sped passed him a little while before, but Sam just didn't have it in him to assume it was a friend and to be disappointed. He thought he'd seen a flash of red hair that told him it was maybe Natasha behind the wheel, but who even knew anymore? However the possibility of it being Natasha, of him not being the only one who had made it here quickened Sam's steps significantly, it was easier to push through. It took only a few more long minutes for Sam to reach the front door. Not knowing exactly what to expect or who he'd find on the other side, Sam took a deep breath before he pulled the door open as quietly as possible. Better to maybe get a jump on any possible bad guys rather than let them get the drop on you if you could avoid it.

The front atrium was empty, but Sam could clearly hear voices that he recognized; shifting the pack on his shoulder, Sam headed right for them. This conversation was way too personal, too up-to-date to be the recorded bait of a trap. Relief and worry competed with one another in his stomach as he set eyes on who was inside. Steve was bad, but that Maximoff kid looked a hell of a lot worse. But then none of them were going to exactly be winning any beauty pageants any time soon.

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The redhead's attention turned pointedly to Tony when Steve asked him what happened. She was also curious.... Stark always managed to have something up his sleeve, so it wasn't like Nat was all that surprised in hindsight, but she suspected he did something involving a remote-controlled suit. Why he felt he couldn't fill his own teammates in on his plan was what Natasha really wanted answered..... She suspected Clint knew; there was no way he would shoot-to-kill with his own teammate; undercover or not. But in true Tony Stark fashion, the man evaded the answer altogether. Allowing him the pass, for now, Natasha wondered if it had been an intentional evasion or not....

The Russian's brow pulled tight in confusion as Tony announced Wanda had been a robot. For a moment, thanks to his usual flippant tone, Natasha wondered if that was some sort of joke, so she hung on for the punch line. It never came. "That could be how this entire attack had been formulated..." If this 'robot' version of Wanda (was there even a Wanda to begin with?) had been living amongst them, listening in to their meetings.... Who knew the extensive amount of information it had recorded to send back to what Natasha highly expected was Hydra? The Russian clenched her jaw to hold back the growing anger flickering within her; she should have seen that, should have known. Natasha had become too comfortable; she was letting her guard down. It was unacceptable to not be able to discern a robot from a human. She had been trained better than that. Now who knew how much information the enemy had on them...

Natasha was pulled from her thoughts when Tony continued. It was impossible to miss the self-blame in Tony's eyes, no matter how adept the man was at masking his emotions. It seemed they all held their fair share of guilt for what had happened... "Then you owe him to find out how this attack was made possible," Natasha had never been great at consoling and motivational speeches; that was Cap's department. All she knew that was if they all sat and dwelled on their self-pity, even more lives would be put on the line. "And how we can prevent another one," in which she had no doubt would happen the moment their new home was discovered.

When Stark asked for their report, Natasha turned to Steve, seeing if he wanted to be the one to provide the recap, considering he was still their leader and all. But before any words could be uttered, another voice echoed through the infirmary. Natasha's entire body went stiff in immediate defense but quickly relaxed at the sight of the familiar face. A small yet genuine smile pulled at her lips. "Glad you could join us," she said dryly by way of greeting. Despite the tease, she really was glad Sam had made it out alive.

  "Turns out Fury was behind the attack, although it's difficult to say if he's the one truly pulling the strings." Natasha tried to ignore the unexpected stab of pain that came with saying her former boss' name. The betrayal stung; deeper than she would allow herself to feel at the moment. Although she had never been all that affectionate, the man had been the closest thing she had had to a father, to family. Only fitting that he would betray her, she supposed, since that was what ‘family’ did to her. Nat couldn't help but wonder how long he had been under Hydra's control... But she pushed that thought from her mind; now was not the time to dwell on that. "Apparently he thinks we've become too powerful," it was easy to detect the bitterness in her tone, perhaps the only indication of how the agent felt on the subject.

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Steve realized that he still needed to get his shoulder looked at, so he sat down and behaved. Being as the mercy of someone medically always reminded him of his younger years. Before the Serum, he had been in and out of doctors more times that he could count. Remembering those times always made him feel bad, but because he was ashamed of the person he was back then, but because of the drain he must have been on the people around him. It felt like every time he went in, the doctor was finding yet another thing wrong with him, and telling his parents that they needed to shell out more money for his treatment. His parents never came out and said it (though his father definitely took it out on Steve in other ways) but little Steven Grant Rogers was a burden. Sitting as a patient reminded him that he used to be that little boy, who demanded so much, even when he hated it.

He balked as Tony told his story about what happened to him and Pietro… and “Wanda.” He considered the implications of everything that Stark said, but it was Natasha who vocalize exactly what he was thinking. “We had a spy…” he said, the reality hitting him hard. He did not like the idea of not being able to trust the people in his life. He was not a naïve individual, especially when it came to matters of war. Spies were a reality of war. “And it sounds like you are saying that she didn’t even know that she was a spy?” That ember of hatred directed exactly at HYRDA rolled in his chest. The more he found out about them, the more fuel was added to the fire. The kidnapped and brainwashed people. They experimented on them. They broke people to use as toys in their war games.

They manipulated people. And they were winning…

HYDRA had Fury on their side. Steve had known that Fury was capable of many things, and those things could be extreme in their nature. But in Steve’s opinion, HYDRA was evil. And, with SHEILD cooperating with them, they were now powerful; Powerful enough to take down the only thing that might have been a threat to Nick Fury and him being on top. How far was he going to go? And was it possible that Fury himself was being manipulated?

Steve was about to add it own retort on the subject (and he felt like it was going to be an oddly acrimonious moment from him) when there was a sound from the other room. He tensed up, expecting just another foot to fall when it came to all the bad news, but that was not what they got. Sam Wilson made his appearance in his understated, but still somehow dramatic way. Late to the party, as it was. For a moment, Steve balked at him, unsure of what to take of all of it. “Sam?” he said, and although the word was a question, he could not hide the relief that came with it. “I thought… you were out of the country?”

A wash of reprieve spread over him, but he could not bring up the exuberance that he felt when he had seen Tony. It was not that he did not care for Wilson. Far from it. The two of them had become quick friends over the time since they met by chance on a run. But out of all of the Avengers, somehow Steve always felt that Sam would be the survivor among them. Sam hadn’t been at the Tower, and a part of Steve had hoped that Wilson wouldn’t come looking for them. But that wasn’t in his nature. If they were going to war, then Sam was going to war. “That brings out numbers to five. Four on our feet.” It was a burst of hope in what was otherwise a dreary room.

“The next few days are going to be the most important. We need to focus on gathering information. We know we have eyes on the inside. Hawkeye was putting on a very good show out there about which side of the line he towed. And while I did not see her myself, I am certain that Agent 13 was on the ground as well, proving her own alliances. Our plan was always to establish limited communication with them, but we cannot rely on it. The more often they reach out, the more often it puts them in danger. So we need out own recon. Stark, keep on working on getting this place up and running as much as you can. We don’t need the full luxury spa, but we need everything for survival, and, most importantly, security. Romanoff and Wilson can work on finding out what they can. Recon and sightseeing. As for me…”

He paused. Now would be the time where he would gather their forces. Assemble those Avengers, and for a second he wondered what that meant anymore. “I need to see where our other friends are; the ones who were not at the Tower. I have a feeling that HYDRA isn’t done making rules calls. This might trickle down and start affecting people who aren’t even with the Avengers. We need to find them and make sure they stay safe, too. I am not going to lie. It might get worse before it gets better, but that doesn’t mean we cannot come out the other side of this.” He just hoped that the strength of his words was not lost by the fact that he had a shoulder wound that refused to fully heal, and face that looked like he needed a nap.

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Tony wanted to keep being angry. As it turned out, he liked angry. Anger felt productive and motivating. He felt like he could keep moving forward if he kept being angry. If he kept directing his fury at someone or something, then eventually find out the reason for all of this, and the way that he could fix it. He could make sense of it then. Clearly, it was all broken, otherwise they would not be in the position. He could understand a world like that; in the mechanical sense. If a part broke down, you fixed that part. If a machine was obsolete, you upgraded it or replaced it. Maybe that was where it made sense, though. Fury saw them as a bygone necessity, and it made them archaic. It made them outdated, so all Fury was going was upgrading, and dumping the unnecessary hardware.

Tony did not like feeling obsolete.

He needed a drink.

He wished he could read the emotions dancing over Steve’s and Natasha’s faces. He didn’t know either one of them well enough to read past the appearances that they wanted everyone to see. Was Romanoff so stoic because she didn’t care, or because she was hiding what she was feeling? Was Steve being so steadfast because it was what he was feeling, or because he thought it was what everyone else wanted him to be? They had been betrayed, and the two of them could only talk about the facts and about pressing on. Maybe he should be grateful. No one had turned it into a kum-ba-ya session, where they talked about what they were truly feeling.

Or maybe that was a lie? Noticing how much he did not know how to read his (remaining) teammates only reminded him of the lack of people that were close to him. Steve and Natasha were friends, but they were not the people who had come to really know him. When the person who was never supposed to give up on you gave up on you, though, it sent a strong message. He didn’t want to think about it again.

When Sam walked into the building, he almost took it as a relief, until he realized that this was just another example of how he was just not close to anyone. Sam was here because Steve was here, and probably because Natasha was here. He had followed them. He was an Avengers because of them, and had a bunch of war stories and inside jokes that they shared. What he supposed should have been a moment of relief, that they had found another member of the team to be alive and functioning, just became even more isolating.

Tony was grateful when Steve “handed out their assignments.” He was very aware of what his job was going to be, and that only confirmed by Rogers. Get the place up and running; make the broken things work. He had that. He probably needed that. There was just one more thing, though. Maybe he brought it up to be argumentative, or maybe he brought it up because it actually mattered. He didn’t know anymore. Maybe that was why no one was close to him. He didn’t even know who he was. How was someone else supposed to?

“What about Pietro?” he asked. “I mean, I am sure he wouldn’t want to be a burden, but he didn’t seem to fit into your grand plan.” His voice came out laden with more sarcasm than he even thought he was capable of. He was setting the bait to see if someone would bite. Sam might. He wasn’t nearly as tired as the rest of them, and he always had a way of taking Steve’s side. “We do not have the capabilities to help him the way he needs to be helped.”

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Tired. If there was a word to put to the pressure of the room, that was it. These people were tired. Sure, there were other emotions you could add to it; hurt, angry, maybe a little lost. But, while important, those were secondary. While you couldn't so well read it on faces, these people and their stoic hero masks, Sam almost felt like he could smell weariness in the air the same way he used to be able to when they had a lot of first timers at the center where he used to work. Which told Sam that he had to stand up, he needed to make sure that he could be a bit of a rock right now. Maybe a little jet-lagged, Sam was the freshest here, he at least hadn't had the ever-loving shit beaten out of him recently.

"I was. Something told me I should head home and regroup." Sam answered Steve without adding much distraction; he'd walked into the middle of a bit of a debriefing and a regroup.There was a little more than that on why he'd come back, but it wasn't relevant to the story just now. The fact that his latest 'intelligence' would have sent him way off track from the trail he'd sort of managed to eek out of Europe and Northern Asia, that it just smelled like a waste of time. So he'd made his way back to New York. In time to see large parts of it on fire.

"Funny, considering half these missions were his idea anyway." Sam scowled as Romanoff gave the rundown of just how their former 'boss' was at least partially responsible for this mess, his ire clearly not based on anyone in the room. Every time that Sam started to think he could trust the government again, or at least they could have a working relationship with one another, every time they started to try and kill his friends. At least this time, for now he hoped, they hadn't succeeded. Wait... how far back did this set-up go? How long had they been being manipulated? How many of those missions had been to further Hydra's goals?

Okay, Sam, it's time to hang the tinfoil hat on the hook for now. Keep your shit together.

While valid questions, they didn't have time for paranoia right now, these were questions that would be answered later, once they had figured out a bit more about what was going on, once they'd figured out more than just what the bad guys wanted them to know. As Steve gave him his 'assignment', Sam nodded, "Done. If you thought I was still out of the country, if we're careful, they might still think the same thing for a while yet."

When Tony spoke up again, Sam looked towards him and figured roughly that he'd seen roadkill that looked to be in better shape than Tony. Maybe it was months without having seen the man, but had the bags under his eyes always been that deep? Was he the only one who noticed that hollow look in his eyes? He couldn't be. Was it something being handled or were they just not talking about it? Tony Stark never struck Sam as an 'elephant in the room' type of guy. In fact he was usually the first one to address the pachyderm in question. A giant pin was being put in that as Tony cut into the air with his words in a way that was usually impressive as long as you weren't the target of the verbal blade.

"Hey man, I'm thinking that's cause his first and foremost job is gonna be healing up." Sam offered, not sounding like he was talking down about the Maximoff kid, but it was the truth. Sam had done it and hated every second of it before, but healing needed to come first in situations like this. "Is it the right equipment or knowledge and medical care that we're missing to help him?" Sam had 'patch 'em up and keep them alive until you can get them to a real doctor' knowledge when it came to medicine. He could follow a long term healthcare plan, but he couldn't come up with one on his own.


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