Chapter 1
"What the fuck"
The gray haired man currently lounging on his couch looked up from the Orange book he was reading and offered him a small wave.
This was not how Tony Stark's Sunday morning was supposed to go, according to the schedule made by God himself, or goddess herself, his wonderful strawberry allergic CEO Pepper.
Not that he had checked the schedule but Tony was 85% sure a random grandpa wasn't supposed to be in the Avengers private common room at 11:45 o'clock.
God he needed some coffee, badly.
Here he stood in only his ratty old, Black sabbath band t-shirt, boxers and sleep ruffled hair, probably a 5 o'clock shadow too.
"It is way too fucking early for this crap.." Tony muttered under his breath while dragging the hand currently not holding his coffee mug, down his face.
I thought I was done with giving out my address to villains!
Tony took one more look at the man slouching on the couch, really taking in the silver shook of hair that shone on the sunlight, the black face mask covering his pale face. A slanted bandana thing with an unfamiliar symbol that fell over his left eye. The navy pants, the green puffy flak west and the same navy colored shirt with red swirls on each bicep and dark blue… sandals?
Tony's deep sigh could be heard in the otherwise silent room.
"Jarvis, are you seeing this?" Tony waved with his hand in the general direction of the couch.
A few seconds of silence "Jarvis…?"
What the fuck was this?!!
"Jarvis!?"
"Maa, nice boxers" The guy currently sitting in his expensive leather sofa drawled out. The guy? Dude? Man? Causally closed his orange book with a small thud and a gloved hand placed it in one of the many pockets on his green west thing.
"Thanks, I would say I made them myself but I'm not sure that's true" Tony's eyes darted around the room, nothing seemed out of place.
Tony swallowed the whole cup of coffee in one gulp. A skill he was well versed in.
Where the fuck was Jarvis?!
"Well what are you doing here? Come to kill me? Kidnap me? Or maybe you wanted a taste of Tony Stark…?" Tony threw in a lazy wink. The man with the silver, gravity defying hair smiled at him, or Tony guessed it was supposed to be a smile. The whole mask thingy kinda made it hard to tell.
How did he get his hair like that now that Tony thinks about it, hairspray? Wig? Did he fall asleep while blow drying his hair?
Not the things you should be focusing on Tony! A voice that sounded suspiciously like Pepper scolded him in his head.
What is wrong with Jarvis?!!! What is happening?!
"Nothing of the sort I assure you" The man leaned back into the couch, or more like melted into it. He muttered something inaudibly under his breath.
"Yeah… No I didn't quite catch that, super hearing is not my thing" Tony was stalling now, his brain finally caught up with the situation.
A random man who looks like some larper or cosplayer is sitting on his couch in the middle of the common room in Avengers Tower at asscrack of dawn, on a Sunday-
How the fuck had he gotten in?! His security was top notch!!? How had Jarvis not warned him? What the fuck is actually happening!?
"You'd have to consult Steviepie, Capsicle? Captain America? You know that guy? The stars and stripes..?" He waved his arm nonchalantly in the air.
Tony was now rewarded for his paranoia (See Pepper it's not paranoia if someone's actually after you!) And the silver bracelets connected to the iron man suit was on his wrists, thank fuck! Now he had some kind of control of the situation.
"Or you know Thor? Thunder guy? Prince of asshat? He probably has good ears!" Tony was slowly inching backwards, opposite direction from the security breach currently sitting on his goddamn leather couch.
Activate the suit or not?? Should he save a trump card?
Tony's eyes flickered around the room in a look for… Anything!
"Please, listen" The guy now looked serious, for the first time in their 1 minute long conversation. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and hands in view. A universal sign of peace.
Now is the time! When he's having his villain monologue. Tony tried to descretely take his phone out of his pocket- fuck his hand only felt the skin of his thigh. He didn't have any goddamned pants on! shit!
And he knew his phone laid innocently on the counter in the kitchen, behind the wall he had his back against!
The guy? Was it even a dude? Sure looked the part but things like that were hard nowadays, rested his chin on his left hand, hair flopping to the side with the movement. His lone, bored eye stared right at Tony, seemingly looking into his soul.
"I don't want any beef with you, the Avengers or any other person here on Earth."
"Alright alright- That's good assuming you're not lying" Tony hastily put the now empty coffee mug on the gray counter near his liquor cabinet.
"Just a quick question, what the actual fuck are you doing in MY house."
"From what I've heard this is the Avengers tower no?" That lazy nonchalant drawl was becoming more insufferable by the second.
"Well I paid for it and my names on the documents soo, that legally makes it mine"
Tony said, both hands now free and on his hips.
"I just happened to be kind enough to invite them" Tony shrugged his shoulders.
"But back on track, answer my question mask guy, what are you doing here!? And how the fuck did you get in!!?" Tony's voice raised in volume, the only indication of his agitation.
"Maa ever heard of one question at a time Mr stark?" The white haired man lazily raised to his feet, casually putting his hands in his pockets. A relaxed slouch taking over his form.
"I'd rather not have to explain this more than once" A sandal clad foot lazily scratched the back of his leg and the man hummed in consideration.
"Set up a meeting room here in the tower, all the Avengers are to be there at…say 5 o'clock tomorrow" His only visible eye stared at Tony, intelligence poorly hidden in the gray color.
This conversation was going too fast for Tony's sleep deprived brain to handle.
"Now why the fuck would I do that?! This is the Avengers, we're busy people and answer my goddamned question, why are you here?!!"
The nerve to show up at his home demanding a meeting!
Tony unconsciously straightened under the strangers watchful eye.
"I will explain everything at the meeting you WILL be organizing tomorrow!" The man's one visible eye curved in a show of happiness.
"No! Who do you thi-" Tony started only to flinch at three identical thuds, he looked down on the floor to see…3 Japanese kunai?!
A sudden oppressive aura made the hair on his arms stand up. His heart skipped a beat, his throat went dry as he looked up at the other man.
The stance that had earlier been relaxed and radiated a nonchalant calm, were now tense.
The man had risen to full height, at least half a head taller than Tony self and his shoulders had a tense line.
His only visible eye now steel cold and a voice void of emotion spoke.
"You will do exactly as I say as I happen to know a certain flight route of one miss Virginia Potts, we'd hate to have something happen to her now would we"
The man was now effortlessly spinning the same type of throwing knife in his left hand.
It felt like a bucket of ice had been dunked on Tony's head. If it was only his own safety on the line he could be as reckless as he wanted, Tony honestly didn't care much. Now Threatening his friends, his girlfriend…
He broke out of his trance, a button was pressed and the mark VII came flying through the wall.
Normally this would be Jarvis activated but his current…absence?! Made the emergency button necessary.
The sensors connected to the wristbands and the iron man armor began assembling itself around him.
Just as the helmet closed around his head with a clank, the unknown man spoke.
"I'd be careful if I were you, organize that meeting at 5 tomorrow or a gravestone titled Virginia Potts may need to be made"
The man raked his eye over the armor, a hint of curiosity in his eye.
Tony fired his repulsor, the red laser beam shot out at an unbelievable speed.
However fast Tony thought the lazer was, the man was faster.
Where he had stood only a swirl of funky colored leaves remained.
Tony stared at the new scotch mark in the floor where his repulsor blast had hit air.
The only evidence of the other mans presence were the 3 kunai embedded in his concrete floor.