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CHAPTER 6 - AVENGERS TOWER, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

TONY'S POV

It's actually very exasperating dealing with all these unwanted guests in my, er, the Avengers Tower. First suicidal kid and now freaking pointbreak decides to visit.

I was making my way over to my office with Natasha, when I hear a crinkling. To my left is the god of thunder ransacking through my kitchen.

"Ah, here we go. Tarts of pop," the blonde murmmered as he plucked out a box from my pantry.

"Uh, ehem," I coughed.

"Son of Stark! Widow!" He bumbled over, pop tart in mouth, "I have the most urgent of matters to discuss."

"In my kitchen?"

"The location matters not. I fear I have grave news."

"I'm out of pop tarts?" Thor's brows scrunched with a frown. Natasha sighed next to me.

"Do you not see the treats in my hand?"

"Relax, pointbreak, it was a joke," I pushed around his ridiculously large frame and motioned for him to follow. "I've got to talk to Fury so you might as well tell him whatever you're so worked up about then."

"Of course, little man. I agree with your logic." He put the box down and I could swear I saw him smirk when I flinched and the 'little' remark.

"Aw, Tony, he called you small."
"Taller than you."

"Not a big accomplishment," Natasha winked.

"I need new friends," I sighed.

"Hear that Thor, he thinks we're friends."

"I am honored."
"Ugh."

As we walked, I wondered what actually could have happened for him to make to the trip here, especially with his whole rainbow-brick-road thingy not there anymore. I pushed open my door and went to the video screen, habitually pulling up Fury's information.

"Stark." His oh-most-beautiful face graced my screen.
"Fury."

"Enough with the 90's pre-dance-off chitchat, Director, Thor's here too and he's got some news," Natasha pushed forward into view of the screen along with the Norse god.

"Yes, I'm afraid that Loki has escaped."

Perfect.

"We know," Fury stated. I glanced at Natasha, trying to get a measure on if that 'we' included her. I don't know why I even tried, her face remained its unrevealing self. "At least, we suspected. You just confirmed it. Stark, that's what I was going to speak with you about. We got two traces of dark energy. One unknown in Afghanistan and one right here, you, Thor. We suspect he's contacted the Ten Rings terrorist organization, the same that were responsible for your incident in 2008, Stark. Except, we don't exactly know what he's after, which is why we want you and Rogers, who is on his way from Washington, to go over and investigate."

"He is after my throne," Thor stated as simple fact.

"On Earth? No there's something else here," Fury rationalized.

"Hold up just a minute. Why can't you just get small, red, and feisty over here to do your reconnaissance for you," I protested, crossing my arms over my chest with what was definitely not a pout.

"I've got to go pull Clint's head out of his ass." I gave her a raised eyebrow.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Nope."

"Well then, when should spangly get here?"

"Right now," a perfectly-tuned voice spoke behind me.

"You always were one for dramatic entrances weren't you?" I questioned turning to speak to the captain.

"Says Tony Stark," I heard Natasha mumble beside me.

"Hello to you too, Tony," Steve conceded.

"Rogers, Stark, you leave tomorrow." And with that, he the screen turned dark.

"By the way Stark, there's a kid raiding your kitchen." I was already halfway out the door.

"You people need to stay out of my kitchen." I stomped back the way we came, a trio of Avengers following me out of what I could only guess was having nothing else to do. I turn the corner to see the kid- Percy, I'm pretty sure was his name- sitting up on my counter swinging his legs and eating the same blueberry pop tarts that Thor had.

"Oh, hey dude, I-"
"Get. Off. My. Counter." He tilted his head, shrugged, and hopped off without a care in the world, choosing to sit on a stool, propping his feet up on another. I opened my mouth again and was about to scold the teen again when -BOOM- my windows got blown inwards.

And my shit day got even shittier.