Barn Talk
Watson made his way to the barn carrying a tray of tea for Sherlock and Stark.
They had shown up at his house late the previous night at his front door dirty and bloody faced, snow gathering in their wet tousled hair, and leaning on each other barely able to stand. Starks nose had been broken, and he had had dark bruises forming around his neck; Sherlock had had a bloody cut on his head, but it hadn’t been deep. Surprising neither of them had broken anything, or gotten a concussion.
They had both got up early that morning and gone out to retrieve some kind of decapitated robot corpse. Apparently they had fought it and that is how they had gotten so beat up.
“I brought you tea,” Watson announced as he entered the barn. Neither of the men looked up from what they were working on. Stark was removing some kind of bullet looking capsules from from a slot in what looked like what had once been the robot's shoulder. Sherlock was peering over his shoulder completely enthralled by the operation going on.
“Ahem,” Watson cleared his throat. Both men looked up for a second.
“Oh sorry, didn’t hear you come in,” Sherlock said tossing Watson a quick look before turning his attention to whatever Stark was doing. Stark mumbled something incomprehensible, and continued what he was doing. Watson set the tray down.
“What are you doing?” Watson asked addressing Stark. Stark didn’t acknowledge the question, “What’s he doing?”
“Removing these little explosives so he can work on turning this thing into a suit. He doesn’t want them going off while he is testing it,” Sherlock explained helpfully. Stark remained silent as though there was no one else in the barn.
“Those are explosives?” Watson asked sceptical, they didn’t look like they would blow much of anything up. He reached forward to pick one up, but Stark slapped his hand.
“Nah-ah! Don’t touch. Those are very explosive, and I don’t know if they are still armed,” Tony scolded never once taking his eyes off what he was doing.
“Sorry!” Watson said yanking his hands back.
He was about say something else when a heavy metal clunk sound from outside; it was followed two more. Stark looked up slowly, as did Sherlock. Stark set down what he was doing, stood up and hurried to the barn widow. Watson and Sherlock followed. Watson almost choked. Outside standing in a line were three glossy metal robots, These were much taller, and bigger then the one in the barn, and they looked a whole lot meaner. They had extra steel plating, they had no real discernible necks, they had horns and spikes on their heads, along with many large spikes on their joints, and they had long barbed claws. The one in the middle had a sword and shield and looked thicker and taller than the other two.
“You two need to distract them while i put that thing into some useable pieces,” Stark said quickly and rushed away from the window.
“What?! You want us to fight those things?! ONE of them picked you two apart!” Watson couldn’t hold back his outburst.
“How long do need?” Sherlock asked completely ignoring Watson.
“10, 15 minutes tops,” Stark said, “Here take these.”
Stark handed Sherlock six of the small capsules.
“Push the little button on the side. After you do that you have like five seconds to get at least 10 feet away… Oh right you guys are on the metric system. Okay your minimum safe distance for those things is 3 meters,” Stark instrucked Sherlock.
“Are you seriously doing this?!” Watson exclaimed as Sherlock grabbed the explosives.
“No Watson. We are doing this, now come on,” Sherlock said and grabbed Watson.
“You’re going to get us killed!” Watson exclaimed.
“Nonsense.”