Tony Stark one shots

Worst fears

It was times like these that Tony couldn't figure out why he thought being a superhero was a good idea. Not only was he constantly getting hurt and putting Pepper in danger, he himself was prone to maniacs and other psychotic people and beings attempting to either kill him, kidnap him, hurt him, or, in the current circumstance, traumatize him. At least he wasn't alone... well, that could be seen as a good thing or a bad thing. You see, he and his team (more like a boy band of superhero lackies) were in a locked cell together. Making up the walls were what Tony has figured out to be screens. There were also little holes near the top of the walls, which he came to the conclusion that they could be used to pump gases, or liquids, into the room. Great, right? No doors were seen, and it was dark, but not pitch, much to his relief. At that moment, only 3 of the 6 of them were conscious, Tony the most recent to the land of the living. Steve and Natasha were talking to each other, trying to figure out where they were and what was happening. They seemed to have missed him moving , so he announced his presence.

"Uuuugh, I thought my days of waking up in strange places were over." Steve sighed.

"Stark, status."

"Well, aside from waking up in a dimly lit cold room- not appreciated, btdubs- and a lil' headache, I'm just peachy. You?"

"We're both fine." Natasha answered.

"Ok, I only have two questions-"

"Only two?" Steve asked, his exasperation towards the genius evident.

"Well, only two that matter right now.. is anyone else awake in here, and what is here?"

"Just me and Steve-"

"Steve and I" Tony corrected, which Widow ignored.

"And were not sure. Any guesses?"

"Okay, well... the walls look like they can be used for manipulation, see the screeny things and the holes, and based on the fact that we're all just piled in here sleeping, they're probably waiting for us to all wake up before they start."

"Start what?" Steve questioned.

"By my guess, some kind of torture, and not for imformation... for fun." They were about to interrogate Stark more about what he meant, but Clint decided to wake up with a groan.

"Uuuugh," He looked around "Tony, what did you do?" The billionaire stuck his hands straight up in the air.

"Why do you just assume that I did something?"

"Cuz you're always doing something."

"Okay, true, but this time it wasn't my fault." He dropped his hands.

"This time."

"Yeah, okay, I admit that other time, it was me, but this time it's not." Clint sat up, only to see Steve standing against a wall across the room arms crossed, Natasha sitting against the wall next to himself, and Stark laying on his back in the center of the room, one hand running through his hair and the other sprawled out snow angel style next to him. He scooted back and rested against the wall next to Tasha.

"Suuure."

"Ugh, why do I even bother with you people." The archer began to say a witty comeback when Bruce groaned, mimicking his and Clint's wake up.

"Uuuugh... " He propped himself up on his elbows. "Tony, what did you do?"

"Why does everyone assume I did something?" He yelled, which must have woken Thor, who jolted upright and looked around.

"What is the meaning of this? Friend Anthony, was this your doing?" He bellowed.

"Seriously, you too? I'll let you all know this was in no way my fault. Do none of you remember what happened?" They all nodded, which Tony was still laying down, so he didn't see. He took their silence as an answer, though. "None of you remember how we were all eating pizza, it was really good pizza too, and those guys came in through the window and knocked you all out with gas?"