POV: Tony
I continue developing my nanotech for a while, letting my mind wander. I wonder how Peter's classmates will think of Clint chaperoning their field trip. Honestly, I don't think anyone will even notice. That or everyone will notice. There's really no in-between with Clint.
"Jarvis, how long until that press meeting?" I asked. Pepper had scheduled it for me, which really is going to be nothing but me being like 'the world's not in danger, we're good for now'
"Approximately ten minutes, sir," he replied. It took me a second to realize I wasn't expecting that.
"Sorry, what?" I said, looking at the clock. It wasn't even within an hour of time to go.
"I'm afraid the clocks in this room have stopped working, sir," he replied. With a sinking feeling i realized that the time hadn't changed in the last long time.
"Crap," I said, setting down my coffee mug a bit too quickly. "That's not good."
"Shall I notify them that you'll be late, sir?" Jarvis asked, blinking out the holograms for me.
"I'm going to be early," I said, grabbing the iron man suitcase I'd never bothered to put away.
"Alright, sir," he conceded. I ran up the stairs, turning my orange-tinted sunglasses to a composed clear. All the clocks were two hours ahead, which made me wonder how the heck my clocks stopped down there.
I pressed the suit activation button and only took about a millisecond to get used to the suit. I hadn't actually used it for travel really, preferring a private jet because those are a whole lot less likely to get shot down for no good reason. Also because I can use it no matter how sleep-deprived I am, and that's definitely a plus.
I've slept at one point, I think. Recently enough I don't feel bad using the iron man suit to get to the press conference on time. Pepper would kill me if I missed it.
I turn the blasters on five percent the moment I get clear of the roof, which gets me a little bit higher than I anticipated, but I make do and it only takes me a moment to balance it out. From there it's only a couple miles to where they're doing the press conference and it's only been five minutes from when I left the Tower. I put the suit back into suitcase mode, falling easily into my confident stride. The secretary gives me a confused glance, probably assuming I was going to be late, but doesn't say anything. I walk into the conference room, pushing open the doors.
I'm confused when it's full of people. They all turn and look at me, confused. The guy at the chart with the pointer stick stopped pointing at it. That was when I noticed the clock on the other wall, two hours behind. I looked at the people at the table and gave them all a fake smile.
"Wrong room," I said, leaving. I could tell they were going to stare at the door for a few more seconds before continuing, but I don't stop walking. I knew wherever Loki was he was probably either dying laughing or hardly caring about the stupid prank he just pulled. How he got my clocks to stop, I don't know. And Jarvis-
"Jarvis, you knew didn't you," I muttered, turning my orange-tinted sunglasses back on. Silence, which, never happens, because Jarvis' whole job is to answer me. "Hello?"
"I'm trying not to laugh because I'm not sure how that'll sound to you, sir," he said slowly. "I have to day, you handled that situation very well-"
"Jarvis, no. NO. This is-" I stopped talking, smiling to the secretary, who looked extremely confused but decided not to say anything.
"This is a line," I said a lot quieter, putting the suit back on.
"Many apologies, sir, but truly there was no harm done and now the chances of Pietro pulling something worse are limited. Additionally, Loki was kept occupied and Peter has been hanging out with both of them, suggesting that you aren't that bad of a person. I had this rather planned out, sir," he said. I sighed. Manipulative little program had a point.
"Maybe ask next time?" I said, still annoyed.
"I'm not sure you would have as believable of a reaction, sir," he replied tentatively.
Great. Now I can't even trust Jarvis.
Granted, he's obviously sentient and there's that whole shebang, but still.
I walk back into the tower, turning on suitcase mode. I was so extremely done with Loki and Peter being a chaotic duo. They'd known each other for two fricking days and Loki tried to take over the fricking world and yet here they are, game night and rick rolls and setting literally all the clocks in the tower forward two hours. I was beginning to regret making Peter my intern, maybe just because he hasn't actually done much to help me yet. I hadn't actually seen him using his actual suit so it's probably just that, and if all else fails I could probably get Loki back on Asgard, even though Thor wouldn't like it.
I walk into the living room and see Loki and Thor all just chilling. Loki's reading a book, and Thor is literally lying on the couch lifting a dumbbell, writing still on his forehead. Loki looks up and grins at my exasperated expression.
"You're back early," he said, turning back to his book.
"Can this not be a daily thing?" I replied.
"If you're going to give me anything else to do, I'm sure that would help," he said, turning the page.
"Where's Peter?" I asked.
"Training or something with the twins. And everyone else," he replied.
"I'm sorry what? Training? He's-"
"They were fighting each other and I assumed that wasn't a form of entertainment for Midgardians, so..."
"Oh my gosh. Natasha," I realized, leaving. I don't usually run, but now I was. As the kid said, his Aunt would kill him if he got hurt.
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
Fanfiction(ACTUALLY CONCLUDED) Neither Loki or Tony really had a good father, and when Peter Parker finds his way into their lives after Uncle Ben died, they both decide to give him what they never had. On top of that, Ultron's story has more to it than anyon...
