Okay guys! Well, this is my first published fanfic. So, I hope you enjoy this, and without further ado, my story!

Maybe a little ado, I have to have a disclaimer. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING (YET).

"Whaddya got, big guy?" Tony asked with faux cheer as he dropped by Banner's lab. "One hell of a headache," Bruce rubbed at his eyes, "Remind me what this substance is again, Tony?"

Tony peeked in the lens of the microscope, "Uh, looks like a simple tetrahydrogen hexaflourine dihydrogen monoxide compound to me."

Banner reeled backwards from the station, standing from his stool suddenly, "Tony, that's…that's explosive! Highly, highly explosive."

"I thank you for your eloquence, doctor," Tony said, smirking, "With your complex answer, I might need a dictionary to understand you."

"Just get rid of it, Stark." Bruce said, "I don't have time to clean up after you today."

"You know, Brucey, I had high hopes for you. Not as high as, say, the Empire State building, but Sear's tower sized hopes, maybe."

"Why do you say that?" The doctor said warily, having long since learned to tread carefully around Tony Stark when he was behaving like this.

"That's not tetrahydrogen hexaflourine dihydrogen monoxide." –"Thank god," Bruce muttered- "That's just glucose."

"What was the point of making me stare at glucose for three hours when I haven't had any sleep?" Bruce asked, a bit testy now that the 'danger' had passed.

"Just testing you. Gotta keep you in top form." Tony grinned.

"Speaking of sleeping…how long has it been since you've slept? Or eaten?" Bruce demanded, well used to how Pepper and he now passed the responsibility of keeping the billionaire on his feet.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Liar. You know, you just won't tell me."

"It's not a matter of not wanting to tell you, it's just that I don't think it particularly pertains to the situation, and it's really not that important when I have these Mark VI specs that need integrating…" Tony trailed off at Bruce's amused look.

"Jarvis," Bruce said, humor coloring his tone, "How long has it been?"

"Jarvis, don't answer that," Tony muttered, but not before the British AI answered smoothly, "It has been two days, five hours, forty minutes and thirteen seconds since Mr. Stark has eaten. It has been two days, six hours, three minutes and thirty seconds since Mr. Stark has slept."

"Tony!" Bruce said, exasperated, "How are you even functional?"

"Believe or not, I am perfectly fine. Do you wanna hear my record for going without sleep or food?"

"Not really."

"One and a half weeks. Would've been two if Mr. Loudmouth here hadn't phoned Pepper back from her business trip early."

"Sir, you were in need of medical attention and my protocol is to first contact Ms. Potts."

"I am quite aware of your protocol, Jarvis, I wrote it. However, you and I don't see eye to eye on what requires medical attention. Or would it be eye to lens? Lens to eye? Eye to microscopic computer fragment?" Tony went off on one of his little mind trips where he could sit and mumble to himself for hours.

Bruce cleared his throat to bring Tony back down to the mundane, "Tony, you should really go get some sleep."

"Jarvis, kindly get Ms. Potts on the phone. Speaker."

"As you wish, sir." The phone dialing could be heard. Tony whistled, looking amazingly awake and energetic when Bruce was falling asleep after only staying up for eighteen hours on five hours of sleep. Then again…Bruce eyed Tony's omnipresent mug of coffee and wondered how much hard liquor was in there.

"Good morning, Ms. Potts." Jarvis said, "Mr. Stark…" He had no time before Tony spoke loudly.

"Pepper, honey, please tell Bruce that I'm just fine."

"Fine? Bruce, are you there? Tony, what did you do?"

"Do? I've done nothing! Brucey wants to kill my fun though." Ton pouted.

"Hey, Pepper," Bruce said, "Apparently, Tony's been skipping his eight and three again." Eight and three was a term that Pepper and Bruce had coined for Tony's bad habits; eight hours of sleep and three meals a day.

"How long this time, Bruce?" Pepper said tiredly, "I only have a few moments here."

"Hey, he's right here, you know!" Tony said irritably, "And he's going to go back to his work when you two mother hens are done pecking around other people's business."

"A little more than two days, Pepper." Bruce said, ignoring Tony completely, "Tell him to go eat something substantial and lie down, will you please?"

"Anthony Stark," Pepper said in a tone that not even Tony could ignore easily, "Are you crazy? Do you want to kill yourself over some little project? There's no toys in heaven, remember."

"Darling, I see a highway instead of stairs in my future; I don't do anything but the fast lane," Tony smirked, "and they have all the little toys in hell I could ask for."

"You're insufferable, Tony," Pepper murmured, "Go to sleep, please. And eat something. I'll call back in a bit, and Jarvis or Bruce will tell me if you aren't asleep." She hung up, and Tony relaxed.

Bruce didn't, however. "Go sleep, Tony."

"Hey, Man of Iron!" Thor greeted them boisterously as he entered the private labs.

"Hey, Goldilocks, what happened to the meaning of privacy?"

"Friend Bruce gave me the code to opening the magic door!" Thor said, grinning.

"Banner…did we not discuss the fine print in our agreement?"

"Fine print?" Bruce said innocently.

"Stark, Bruce, Thor," Steve Rogers greeted them each with a nod, briskly striding into the room, "I was wondering where everyone went."

"What, who's missing at this point?" Tony grumbled, "All we need is Legolas and the Amazing Spider-woman and it's a party."

"Good thing we're here then," Clint Barton said, strolling in causally. Natasha Romanov followed him with her deadly grace.

Tony huffed, clearly expressing that this wasn't his type of 'party'.

"We're going to go get something to eat. Do you want to come, Banner?"

"Uh, aren't you forgetting one extremely handsome, exceedingly charming and all-around amazing guy here?"

"Nuh-uh, Tinman," Clint said with a tiny smile, "You're on bedrest. Orders from above."

"Above? Who's above me?" Tony said, disbelieving, "I believe no one; not when I have Bill Gates asking me for loans."

"Natasha, if you could be so kind," Clint said.

"Pepper ordered it, Stark, if you must know." Natasha said.

"Are the rest of you hungry, 'cause I'm ready to eat now," Bruce said, "Let's leave Tony to his moping."

The rest of the team moved out of the lab, and Tony followed them, almost unaware of that fact.

"Are you really going to be so cruel as to starve me?" Tony whined, "Really, I can think of so many more creative ways to kill a brilliant man such as myself."

"We're not trying to kill you, Stark, you do that enough by yourself." Steve said impatiently.

"Jarvis, lockdown code sequence 92009192-00083666." Bruce listed off in a bored tone. Tony whirled around, probably recognizing the code as soon as Bruce opened his mouth, but it was too late. The lab doors slammed shut, and Tony knew that unless he put in a good hour's effort to hack his own impregnable tech, the doors wouldn't open for at least twenty-four hours; with another four hours added each time someone tried to break in.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Was this really necessary, guys?"

"For your own safety…I believe it was." Bruce said, "Now, go sleep, Tony. We'll be back before you wake up."

"Or so you think," Tony muttered as he headed up the Stark Tower towards his master suite penthouse apartment deluxe.

"Let's go get some food." Steve said as the whole team minus one tech genius left.

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Tony knew the minute they had left. He had changed into pajamas, but felt no need to crawl in between the sheets yet. He had a good three hours if he had the restaurant correct; He was pretty sure he heard Thor butcher the name Diogeneres vonDiogen a.k.a. a place Tony couldn't believe he was missing just to do something as boring as sleep.

The place was supposed to be the Hooters of fine culture.

Crash!

Tony left the dreamland he'd entered upon thinking of the restaurant and their supposed reputation at the loud sound.

Had one of the others forgotten something? No…Tony had taken a shower, and that had used up a good half an hour of time. They wouldn't have come back fifteen minutes out.

So who? Tony decided to investigate.

He wanted to call out names of his team, but he knew it wasn't them. So he peered around a corner, and felt his mouth drop.

A.I.M. Advanced. Idea. Mechanics. Tony had taken care of them a long time ago. It had just taken them a while to come back.

Well, with his suit, it shouldn't take too long to take care of them again.

"Hm-hm," Someone behind him cleared his throat, and Tony turned to see an AIM agent looking down at him along the barrel of gun.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I don't know when the next one will be posted, because I don't know where this is going, honestly. So if you could all do me the honor of telling me what you want to happen, I can try and get something posted quickly here. Thanks!

P.S. I don't have a beta, so all the mistakes are my own. If you see any OC-ness or spelling/grammer that is just annoying you, tell me and I'll fix it. Promise :)