What You Wish For

Chapter One

Warnings: Swearing, scenes of a mild sexual nature, slight gore.

Word Count: 1,238

Summary: When Bruce is kidnaped the team has to pull together to find out what's going on. Unfortunately the answer isn't that simple.

Pairing: Bruce/Tony

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at a longer, more plot driven piece. This is technically set in the same universe as "You and Me" but you don't need to read it. Also you should be aware that my Thor, and probably to a lesser extent, my Cap and my Tony might have traces of their Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes counterparts because I've been watching that for the past week. And it is rather spectacular. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

It was bliss, Tony decided. Pure bliss to wake up like this.

It had taken months for Tony and Bruce to get to this point in their relationship. Bruce was still too wary to allow himself to sleep next to Tony. Even if Bruce couldn't deny the fun of making out in his bed, when he got too sleepy, or too worked up as the case may be, he would slide off the bed, throw an apologetic smile at Tony and retreat back to the safety of his room. Tony understood, of course, but the monitors that he had placed all around the mansion told him that Bruce wasn't that close to transforming. He just needed a confidence boost, Tony decided, something to give him the faith that Tony had in the guy and his ability to not transform. It was kind of weird, Tony thought, to have more trust in someone than they had in themselves but nonetheless, after Bruce had fallen asleep on his shoulder while they were watching some outdated documentary, Tony managed to get Bruce to agree to a "trial run" of sorts for sleeping in the same bed with him.

Nuzzling in closer to Bruce's back, Tony commended himself on a great test run. Getting Bruce relaxed enough to sleep was the second best thing to waking up curled around him, running his hands up and across the broad expanse of Bruce's back again and again until he had looked up at him, so sleepy and so fucking trusting that Tony couldn't help but to press kisses across the path that his hands had previously travelled before, finally, lying down to sleep.

Tony made an executive decision for the both of them to wake up like this every day. Legs entwined, practically fused together, with Tony's face snuggled securely into the back of Bruce's neck. People wouldn't usually peg Tony, or Bruce for that matter, as particularly cuddly, but they were too used to the things they held dear leaving to not grip it tightly when they could.

The man he was wrapped around gave a fidget, signalling that he was awake. Tony pressed a kiss to the nape of his companion's neck and tried to turn the force of his smile down from 'manic' to 'pleased' and failed.

"Good morning Bruce" he chirped.

"Morning Tony." Bruce didn't chirp nearly as much, but upon turning around revealed a genuine smile of his own. Tony leant around and pressed a kiss to Bruce's lips before rising. As much as lazing in bed was fun, they had stuff to do.

One lengthy shower, a short meal and a medium length plane ride later, the two scientists found themselves on the S.H.E.I.L.D helicarrier alongside the rest of the newly formed "Avengers". Natasha was patiently sitting, Barton looked like he was about to fall asleep (as usual) and Steve looked almost worried. So business as usual. Bruce sat and Tony lounged just as Fury walked in, poker face firmly intact.

"What's up?" Tony asked.

"It seems as though we have a serial killer on the loose" came the statement from the Director.

"And that concerns us how?" There was something satisfying, Tony found, about pissing Fury off this early in the morning.

"Because, Stark, the guy's knocking off all the big names in the engineering industry. Everything from dishwashers to armoured vehicles. And this guy is good. Real good."

"You still haven't mentioned why we're involved."

"You think he's going to go after Tony?" Bruce queried, looking stricken. Natasha's hand moved a few millimetres closer to her gun. After an awkward half-pause Fury answered.

"Possibly. But that's not the reason we need you. As I mentioned, this guy's good. Space age good. No one sees him, no one hears him, and no one can track him. We think he could be using advanced tech, and a specialist team is needed to bring him down."

"Hmm. Sounds good. Only I didn't think that we were attack dogs for S.H.E.I.L.D." Tony interjected. Steve sighed. Added bonus.

"You are what you are needed to be. Are we clear on that? You might not be attack dogs, but you are a response team, and this needs a super strong response. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Steve looked serious. "We'll get the job done."

"I'm counting on it. There's debriefing packets waiting for you back at… Avengers Tower." And with that, Fury made his exit, back cape flowing behind him and Agent Hill striding confidently at his side.

They were at the tower when it happened. Surrounded by thick walls and reinforced glass, they examined what they knew about the new 'villain'. The only connecting feature between all the kills was that they were all engineers and they all, gruesomely, had their hearts ripped out. Having seen the rougher side of life, the heroes weren't exactly throwing up from shock, but a few mouths tightened and a few fists clenched when JARVIS brought up the bloody pictures. Most were just normal guys, black jacket, blue tie kind of poeple. Not the sort that usually wore blood splatters all over their faces and decorated with such large amounts of red liquid in a Pollock-esque kind of way. No one liked seeing innocent lives being wasted, especially by yet another deranged lunatic.

They began discussing tactics and methods. Natasha wanted to go undercover immediately. Hawkeye wanted to set up a surveillance on likely suspects, Tony wanted to run all the variables through a computer simulation to find out who it was, with Bruce agreeing.

No one found out what Steve wanted to do, because just as he opened his mouth came a very large bang.

Some sort of smoke grenade was impossibly projected though the apparent "impenetrable" windows. A seemingly non-toxic smoke filled the room, making it impossible to do much else but duck for cover while another, more explode-y and lethal bomb was thrown through the hole.

"JARVIS, who is attacking us?" choked out Tony, pulling on the helm of the Iron Man suit.

"No one is sir. The tower's perimeters have not been breached"

"Like hell they haven't"

"I'm sorry sir. But the sensors do not pick up any traces of movement, whatever the… physical evidence may suggest."

"Show yourself!" Natasha commanded, fruitlessly. She drew both her guns and threw her most menacing glare, if anyone could see it through the smoke, but nothing more came. Once the smoke had cleared enough they leapt into action among the broken rubble, drawing weapons. Yet JARVIS had been right, there was no one attacking. Just a very large hole in the wall and something very, very important missing.

"Bruce? Where the hell is Bruce?"

A/N Hey guys, I just wanted to know if you think I should add in more description or anything. Personally I'm a fan of writing with only a little bot of description, so I tend not to do it a lot. Mostly because if you ask me to imagine more than one thing at a time I get confused. Small brain is small. I want a plot and I want it now!

But if you think that adding it will make reading this story more enjoyable, or if you have any other advice to this extent, don't hesitate to tell me!