[Avengers x TCF] Home Is Where the Doctor Is

Chapter 1: Smoke and Explosion

I wrote this for fun, so there might or the might not be a plot in this, just read it and don't sweat it. Oh, and this also crossposted on AO3 under the same username. Happy reading!

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Cale, by all means, wasn't amused by the current situation that the ever-so-hateful fate thrust him into. What was the goal he aimed to grasp so hard in his hands that he speared himself with the World Tree dagger again? Right, a slacker life. But noo, of course, the idea was ping-ponged back and forth like a joke because, really, a slacker life for a war hero? Yeah, really, to that Cale answered.

He really, really wanted a slacker life until it became a need at some point.

But everyone seemed to be opposed to the possibility that Cale Henituse, the former trash of the Henituse Family, just wanted a leisure life where he could be idle and space out to nothing as he gazed absent-mindedly at the wall. And included the annoying fate and the even more infuriating gods in everyone, then you would have it.

And so he was stuck with an adult that had the mind of a three-year-old child. Such great luck he had, huh? Cale was sure it wouldn't take long until Tony dropped onto the floor to thrash and pitch a tantrum to his face.

"Tony, you can't be here, you have a meeting," he reprimanded the three-year-old adult who was currently whirling endlessly on his swivel chair. "And you don't have an appointment today."

"Well, the thing is, Cale Bear, I can." Rather than being disheartened by the dismissal, his face brightened instead from the simple, concise response after a lengthy session of one-sided conversation. "I'm the boss, after all. I paid you, I paid them. No one's going to die if I don't attend one meeting. Well, except Pepper, but a bit of aneurysm still won't kill her."

"And Pepper pays me, not you," he pointed out.

"It was called Stark Industry for a reason, so in a sense, because my legacy pays you so do I," Tony refuted ever so happily.

It was actually quite a sight to find a person who could purpose their keen wit better than Alver—in the most insufferable way possible, that was. If it was with his hyung-nim, he could still indulge in his roundabout talk for an hour before a few veins began to swell on his forehead (though, it might be an understatement if he was to be faced with the real one). With Tony, on the other hand, he felt like his brain would pop alongside the entirety of his blood vessels in a nightmare-inducing manner not even a half hour in.

Now, Cale could only hope for the coming of his salvation as around this time, there was bound to be—a scream. Right there.

"Oh, come on, it hasn't even been five minutes!" Tony fussed, well aware of what his next move would be as it was a recurrent incident. "Stupid interns, always causing trouble."

Thank God it hasn't been five minutes.

"Your stupid interns. And you love them," Cale reminded him, raking through his drawer for a balm to soothe Tony's ire: a Nintendo.

Always worked wonders.

Tony's eyes lit up when he noticed the game console that was placed on the table, hurriedly snatched it to his hands before he halted and appeared to be glum the next instant. "You know you don't need to do it, right? You're my private doctor, not theirs." He sulked, yet his fingers were greeting the console like an old friend. "And I haven't told you about my recent breakthrough, which was wonderful, by the way, no doubt you will love it."

"You can tell me about it later." He gave a reassuring pat on the brunette's head. Old habits die hard. "Besides, I'm a doctor, it's what I should do," he said, feet were already over the threshold.