Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-06-03 00:47:00 |
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Hijacked
Characters: Tony, Happy, Pietro, Clint, Ares and Alex.
Setting: Backdated: Wednesday, June 1st. Avengers Tower.
Content: Ares smash.
Summary: After getting a tip that his missing son might be with the Avengers, Ares politely calls ahead and requests a civil discussion. You don't know it isn't true.
Forty minutes ago, Happy had been called up to the Avengers penthouse to spend some time in the gym with Tony. For weeks there had been every excuse; I'm in China, I'm busy, there's a bomb, I have a benefit, I don't want to. Which meant for weeks Tony had been slacking, and he was starting to feel it. Happy's wedding was coming up fast, it was time for Tony to apologize for not answering his calls, and letting Happy get a few good punches in seemed like a good way to go about it. Besides, he had no idea what to do with a kid.
Stranger things had come into the possession of the Avengers after they responded to some crisis, sure. Not a lot of them ate this much. The team's adventure in South America would probably not have been particularly notable otherwise if they hadn't come back with a singularly complex child. He had spent some time in the hospital, that was fine, Tony had assembled a skilled team to treat him and make sure there wasn't any lasting damage, but the boy refused to tell them where he had come from in the first place. Tony would say he probably didn't belong to them and they should put him back where they found him, but he didn't seem to speak Spanish and Tony could confidently assert that he was probably American, as mysterious as he tried to be. Did they put an ad in the newspaper? Whatever, as long as he didn't get underfoot, he wasn't Tony's pet project and he didn't have to worry about him. Until they left him alone in the common room, and Tony was deeply worried.
That was forty minutes ago. Now, the kid was 'Alex', and must have had an X-Box at home because he did not ease up. With a slice of pizza held between his teeth and brow furrowed in concentration, Tony guided his dented up car passed the finished line and dropped his controller to throw both his hands in the air in celebration. Not because he had won, not by any stretch, but because he hadn't come in last, which was new. This could get addictive. No wonder the board was so keen to start up some competition. Turned out, too, that dealing with someone this age was way easier than a baby; Alex could express what he wanted with words instead of burps. Not that he did all the time, but the option was there. It was kind of like having Cassie around the Mansion, when she was young and sassy.