Chapter 2
"...Hey, Tony."
"What the fuck, Rogers."
~earlier~
"Boss? I think you might want to have a look at this." Tony frowned as his music was turned down and Friday's voice rang through the workshop.
"Not now, Fri, I'm busy."
"Boss..."
"Come on, Fri," Tony sighed with exasperation. "Didn't I ever teach you to respect your elders?"
"A rule you yourself follow, Stark?" Tony spun his chair around as Natasha strode into the shop, attired in full battle-gear. "Friday's right though, come have a look at this."
Tony ran a hand through his hair, only serving to mess it up more, and followed Nat over to a monitor. "Okay, hit me with it, baby."
Friday pulled up security footage of the roof. "A group of unidentified persons has managed to bypass the first 2 layers of our security and are now seeking entrance to the tower through the roof."
"Fucking Christ," Tony swore. "How the fuck could anyone bypass my security?"
"I've done it."
"Yeah, but you are the sneakiest spy. The spying spy who spies. It is my life goal to make security you can't get through," he turned his attention back to the ominously clad group who appeared to be arguing. "But who the fuck are these yahoos, how the fuck did they get this far, and what the fuck do they want?"
Natasha shrugged. "Only one way to find out."
"Actually, I can think of at least a dozen separate ways we could potentially go about this."
"You ruined the dramatic tension, Stark."
"Boss?" Friday interrupted their bickering, "Should I notify Vision and Spiderman about the possible intruders?"
"Yeah get Vision down here pronto. Notify the Spiderling, but tell him to keep clear until further notice-this might be just another run in the park with assassin wannabes. Natasha, when Vision shows up, brief him on the situation and hang back. Scout out as much information on these guys as you can, but don't confront them unless absolutely necessary."
"Check that. What are you going to do?"
"I," he said, adding a pause specifically for dramatic effect, "am going to suit up."
~
The intruders jumped and spun around at the sound of Iron Man's repulsors. "You," His voice came out through the suit's speakers, "have got to be kidding me. At 2 in the morning, I enjoy doing a little mad sciencing, causing some new stream of havoc, maybe salsa dancing every once in a while. I do NOT, however, enjoy having to suit up and confront the idiots who thought it would be a good idea to try to break into my tower. So, explain yourselves, quickly, or we might have a problem."
The intruders all looked at the biggest guy-Tony concluded he must be their leader. He hesitated for a moment, before slowly taking off the hood of his tactical gear. Suddenly, Tony found himself facing the man who had haunted his nightmares for months.
"...Hey, Tony."
"What the fuck, Rogers."