Chapter 3
“Hey, Clint,” Tony greets Clint that making his own coffee in the kitchen, as he passes Clint to open the fridge.
Clint, with one of his eyebrows raised, suspiciously eyeing Tony that taking a bottle of cold water, and pour it down to his throat straight from the bottle. Well, weird, because usually, Tony is never doing things—things like eat, drink, sleep, or greetings—to anyone. Much less him.
“That bottle is Natasha’s.” Clint pointed out. Wanted to see his reactions.
Turned out, Tony still drink it up and then put it back on the fridge’s shelf. “She will forgive me,” Tony saying that, and he was sounds pretty sure about it.
Clint laughed, “Not even me survived from her anger.”
“Because you are annoying.”
“And you are not?”
“No?” Tony looked at Clint. “I am the cutest Avenger if we doesn’t count Peter.”
Clint literally speechless at that, he will never imagine a words like that coming out of a mouth of a guy who fled after missions, refusing to go to social gathering, even if it’s for public pleasure, a guy who will never look anyone in the eyes and have weird allergies to hang out with other people. Tony, now, eyeing him with a playful look and a mischievous smirk, as he passes Clint with a pat on his arm.
Tony of course, notice that everyone acting differently before. He wondered if this is anyone’s birthday when he tried to greet several people—Wanda and Bucky—but to his suprise, they just turned their back on him with a noticeably huff. Weird.
Tony didn't ealize he’s not in his world, and only realized until he called JARVIS when he walked in his workshop. But that AI didn’t replied, instead, a voice of female AI’s come out instead, “I am afraid that my name currently is FRIDAY, Boss.”
Tony surprised, yes, but not as bad as the other Tony’s. He just looked up at his AI with super-confused look and asked more urgently, “F, Friday? But you—, you are...”
Of course Tony know her. He remember all of his creation, especially his AI. But he’s not remember when did he get her out and installed her here. He pretty sure he made FRIDAY just in case. But so far, nothing really happened that made him had to take FRIDAY out.
“Boss?” the female AI chirped, sounds concerned.
“I just, w— what happened with JARVIS? Why are you here and not him?”
“I am afraid that you might suffering from amnesiac, boss. Because the events is not something you can forget easily; JARVIS is gone when you made Vision.”
“Vision?” the brows in Tony’s face furrowed sharply, “Who...?”
“You seems to forgetting certain things, boss. Should i contact your personal Doctor?”
“No, it’s fine,” Tony says. Tony has feeling that this is not something that related to his health state. He doesn’t feeling anything wrong with his mind or his body, except, for the fact that there is certain things that he doesn’t remember happened. “FRIDAY, you said i made Vision, do you record everything about that moments? Footage perhaps? And brief explanation, please.”
FRIDAY quickly pipes up, “Yes, boss, i will trying to summary the events, it’s a long story. Do you want me to start with Ultron?” A hologram came up infront of Tony, replaying videos.
“Ultron? That cheeky AI that i shut down completely because he tried to hurt JARVIS?” Tony ask, with a sharp gasped. No way.
“Boss. Ultron tried and successfully hurt JARVIS.” FRIDAY says, carefully. “You are not shut him down too late, after he makes Sokovia flying.”
“What? What is it FLYING you say?!” Tony looks horribly surprised as he fall onto his seat with a shock. “Fuck. This is not my world. No way.”
He came quick with realization.
“So, i am not Tony.”
After sorting his thoughts and learning about everything what’s happened, he summoned everyone with an urgent bells. Saying this is emergency, and makes everyone run off from whatever they’re doing to come to the meeting room.
Steve look pissed. Alright, it looks cute because, heh, it’s pretty clear that he and Bucky fly to this room because one of them still holding dumbell and one is holding a bottle of water. If this is normal circumstances, Tony will laugh his ass off. He might considering doing this often just to see them upset. “You make all of us come running here just to make a joke?” oh. That poisonous and stern tone is come out.
It’s always sounds sexy eventhough he is not his Steve’s. But the other Tony’s.
“Well, no, and yes,” Tony said. “Actually, why is everyone here look at me like i was growing another head? why?” Tony asked, a bit pissed off because everyone make hardened look. Not a soft and a frequent chuckle he often heard from them whenever Tony spoken.
“Cut the bullshit, Stark. You use emergency bell for fun and i will cut you off myself.”
“Oh, you’d do that, Nat, and i will make sure you are homeless the second you take out whatever in your little pocket,” Tony replied without a pause. “By homeless, i mean, i will make sure you have no place to return to, i have the power to do so, so be careful.”
Everyone gasped. Including Natasha. Well, Tony Stark is never get along well with them, sure, and he is makes a lot of things harder because he refused to socialize, but he never really threatens someone. And he never speak up so bravely like this before. Something wrong. Natasha raised her eyebrows, and Tony giving him a playful glint and a snark, “Just kidding. I am not that cruel. Sit, everyone. I will explain after yall get comfy, 'kay?”
“What do you mean you are not Tony?” Sam asked. He didn’t sit, instead, he stood near Captain’s as everyone takes a seat, circling the table Tony’s sit on.
“Well, i am Tony Stark, but not Tony Stark that every one of you knows,” he started. “In short, i am from another dimension.”
“Stark, i swear if you pull jokes on us—”
“Well, i figured it will be hard to believe with no evidence, so i brought the perpretator.” Tony put something on the table, that steal everyone stares and glances quickly. Confused as to what is that Tony has brought up in front of them.
“Is this another destructive thing you not-so-accidentally made in your workshop?” Wanda asked, she sounds pretty bitch about it. He wondered why, but Tony can’t point it out now, though.
“Well. This is not harmful to anyone, except me, i guess. It sucked me out of my world and put me here. Look, i am not happy about this too, because why is everyone acting like a bitch here? This is my tower, so why is everyone pissed off seeing me drink whatever i want from my fridge and walked to wherever i want, wearing whatever i want, or laughed too loud? Why? Yall have problem with me being happy?”
Everyone silence.
Tony makes a dramatic huff as he said, “The point is, i am still Tony Stark eventhough i am being swapped by another me and we are now exchanged world. I still can make decisions, here, so everyone will listens or if you refuse, you can go pack your things and go out of my house.”