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The screen lit up with images of Captain America, Black Widow, Iron Man, every one of the Avengers that New York had come to know over the last few years, as well as some other heroes and protege's, like Wolverine, Daredevil and Deadpool. Images flitted across the screen in a carefully crafted montage as the voices of the heroes sounded over the sound system, the pictures forming together to create the word "MARVEL", before everything went black. (Essentially the Marvel opening we all know and love.)
The camera blinked to life, granting the audience (and many a swooning woman) a clear picture of one Tony Stark, beaming at the camera with his signature camera ready smile as he pulled back from it. Anyone who actually knew the genius-billionaire-philanthropist knew that the image portrayed on screen was a carefully crafted one, and if Tony had actually just finished whatever device the camera was attached to then he would be covered in oil, grease and coffee, a battered t-shirt and jeans hanging loose while his dark hair spiked up in a way that was certainly not caused by products generally accepted in the fashion world. No, the image captured was carefully sculped and set, like one of the Iron Man suits themselves, a button up navy shirt and grey dress-pants served as the genius’ costume, his sleeves rolled up and hands only slightly stained, carefully manicured, and adorned with both his engagement ring and a watch that likely cost more than any of the current viewers would make in five years.
“Looks like we’re set to go!” The flashed smile (clearly faked for both team and camera if you knew the man) at the people behind him earned cheers of varying levels of excitement as the hero pulled away from the camera and moved to join the other occupants of the room.
Said other occupants were none other than the Avengers.
(Viewers who knew Tony, or who knew anything about body language and social interactions noticed with confusion the clipped smiles that Tony graced the others with as he moved to sit in a chair at the edge of the group, out of reach from the others while still being on screen, and the furthest of anyone from a certain blue-eyes Captain.)
“Avengers, say hello to your fans.” Tony instructed, throwing a lazy, too-controlled wave in the direction of the camera while the rest of the Avengers (most of whom were sitting nicely on the couches, with the exception of Clint, who sprawled across several laps) nodded and greeted the camera with varying levels of interest.
“So,” Tony clapped his hands together as his too=bright too=practiced smile flitted over those gathered. “Ross, the ever lovable and much adored and most definitely not despised General, has asked that we share our lives, openly and in a non-threatening manner with our lovely public.” Snickers and murmurs in languages that certainly weren’t English could be heard, and Tony’s face twitched. Any watching instantly gathered that the general in question was most definitely not considered to be any of those things by anyone in the room, and if the way that Bruce Banner seemed to shift in his seat was to believed, the General likely had a very poor reputation with all present.
“Go on then,” Tony waved towards the camera, grin still to sharp and bright, almost strained. “Greet the world and tell them a bit about yourselves, you’re going to be living with them for the next how-ever long the dear general decides.”
Glances were exchanged, and Tony smirked, for real this time, at the discomfort that made itself evident in the faces of many of those gathered. Rhodey sighed, shaking his head, and turned to face the camera.
“Hello there, you all. I’m James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot. I’m Tony Stark’s best friend, we went to college together.”
Tony grinned, bright and open for only a brief moment before snapping back to a press-smile.
“We’ve been through a lot together, and even if the guy is a real *beep* on occasion, we’re still friends.” Rhodey turned and quirked a brow at his companion. “What’s up with FRIDAY? It doesn’t usually beep like that.” The ex-soldier dead-panned.
“Upgrade, Pepper said we have to keep it family friendly, so if anyone swears, says something rude or anything of the sort, FRI will just blee them out like a bad television show.”
“Is that what this is?” Rhodey nodded at the camera. “*beep* television?”
Tony’s grin stretched wider.
“Great.” Rhodey nodded, looking around them. “Absolutely perfect. Who’s next?”
The red-haired assassin shrugged, sitting forwards. “Might as well.” Piercing blue stared at the camera, emotionless and cold. “Current name: Natasha Romanoff, I’m Russian, I dance ballet and I can hit a running target from nearly any distance.” Her lips quirked into a smirk that almost echoed Tony’s own. “I’m known as Black Widow, but for those wondering, no, I don’t actually kill my ex’s most of the time.” She glanced down at Clint, who’s head lay in her lap. “Your turn, Birdbrain.”
Clint huffed, pulling himself to sit up on the couch, unfortunately in the lap of one Sam Wilson, who scowled for a brief moment before dumping the unfortunate archer onto the floor, earning strained laughter from most of the others and a snort from Natasha.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you jerks.” Clint scowled, turning to face the camera with a sharp nod. “Hawkeye, resident archer. I’m Tasha’s best friend, though she won’t admit it, and the resident cool bird if anyone is asking.” He shrugged. “They probably aren’t, but I had to include that before Sam tried too.” Said Falcon proceeded to kick at Clint, who darted out of the way just in time. “Right, fav color is purple, my real name is Clint, and-” He cut off to gesture in a meaningful manner at the camera, fingers twisting and hands darting about in a practiced manner. ‘I speak fluent sign language.’
The other Avengers watched with puzzled expressions before Clint nodded to Sam. “You next, I’m done.”
“Three facts,” Tony held up the same number of fingers. “Just include stuff you think the world should know, and if you don’t want them to know it, rest assured they’ll find out anyway.” The easy grin, still fake but less plastic, slid onto the billionaires face as he spoke.
Sam sighed, before sitting forwards and looking at the camera for a moment, looking away to shake his head, and then looking back up. “Right, I’m Sam Wilson, Falcon.” He nodded as if that was obvious, and it really was. “I’m a military veteran, I enjoy morning jogs, when they aren’t interrupted by Captain Freaking America,” He nudged a grinning Steve and continued. “And I like cooking,” He shrugged again. “Not a commonly known fact but hey, I guess this’ll be all over Tumblr and everything by tomorrow, so that won't last too long.”
Steve frowned, brows quirking as he looked at Sam. “Tumblr?”
“A nightmare.” Tony answered. “Teenager and memes galore, very modern, maybe not your field Cap.” He shrugged, then looked into the camera with a devious smirk. “Oh, I know you’re there, there's no hiding.”
Internet addicts across the world choked on their food and grinned manically at their computer screens in ways that would make parents, room-mates and sibling wonder after their mental health as fingers began to smash keys when Tony winked at the camera.
Captain America blinked, frowned, and turned to the camera, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it. “Right then. Hi,” He offered a warm smile as his voice dipped into PSA Cap’s voice. “I’m Captain Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. I grew up in the 1920’s and as Tony and Sam just displayed, I’m still kinda catching up with the rest of the world. To answer a few questions I’ve been asked before, no, the shield is not a toy the Avengers play with, no, I didn’t do much clubbing in my day, and yes, I do like to dance.” Sniggers could be heard from those who had sided with the captain in the inner conflict of the Avengers, but otherwise there as a fraying silence in the air, grins threatening to split faces as Cap reddened slightly. “Also, no, the National Anthem does not play when I walk into the room.”
Laughter broke out in the room and Tony’s fingers flew across his phone screen.
“Guess that makes me next.” Bruce turned to the camera and waved awkwardly. “Hi, I’m Bruce Banner, doctor of chemistry, I turn into the Hulk. I-” He turned to Tony with a clueless look. “Wat sort of stuff should I say?”
Tony sighed, wincing slightly for his friend. “Talk about where you were the past few years, your favorite food, your love for the color yellow, anything, just make it quick and easy to remember.”
Bruce blinked. “Those instructions do not- you can’t do both Tony.”
“Try.” Sam drawled.
Bruce flushed and nodded again at the camera. “Like Tony said, I like yellow, green is...” He squirmed a bit. “Not a good color for me. The big-guy's shorts were the idea of my...friend, Betty Ross who is,” He nodded hesitantly at the screen and the audience. “Yes, General Ross’s daughter, we were co-workers. And... yeah.” He nodded again, looking to Tony who nodded his approval before signaling the other to continue.
And just like that, the other few Avengers left explained matters. Thor was currently MIA and thus wasn’t present, but the audience was gifted with Vision attempting to interact with another camera with the intention of speaking to human beings, and for the first time got to see one Wanda Maximov speak for herself, looking for all the world like the teenager that she actually was.
Pepper and Happy even made an appearance, despite not being Avengers, and FRIDAY was given a chance to introduce herself and how the cameras would be working for the show.
As the others finished with their introductions Tony grinned again at the camera, which moved to give him center stage as he spoke. “The world asked for its Avengers back, and we listened. The Earth’s “Mightiest” Heroes will be appearing for your viewing pleasure,” He added finger quotes as he spoke, grinning his press-conference smile the whole while. “On your Tv’s starting in a few weeks, until then,” He shot the camera a wink. “Keep an eye out.”
The other Avenger’s offered expressions everywhere from smirks to grimaces at the camera as they waved. The screen went black, and bright white letters flashed across the screen, announcing the starting date of the shows run, and wishing the viewers the best of experiences before fading away to black.