Avenge the Fallen (Avengers Fan Fiction #2)

Chapter 7

Tony pulled up to a dark cabin and turned the engine off. It took a week and a half, but we were finally there. Night cast its shadows upon the house and covered every inch in darkness. The moon sat behind a jail cell of clouds and the dimly lit stars stayed still. Maybe it reflected how much the Avengers weren't wanted. Weren't needed. Not even the sky would entertain us. A swift breeze chilled the air and our breaths could be seen before he rolled up the windows. Pine trees full with life surrounded the area, shading the dead grassland.

I nudged Peter to wake him up. He mumbled for a bit before opening his heavy eyelids. Bruce gently awoke Natasha and Clint and made them get out of the car. We all piled out, except for Steve. I opened the front passenger door and noticed Tony hadn't waken him yet. I glanced down at his shirt and saw no blood stains, so that was a good sign. His stitches and gauze must have stayed together through the last part of the trip. "Steve..." I whispered and tapped my fingers against his arm. He twitched, but didn't open his eyes. "Steve..." I spoke a little louder.

He scrunched his nose and groaned, "What? What is it?"

"We're here. You need to get out of the car." I tugged on his arm lightly and watched as he opened his blazing blue eyes. He slowly reached over and unbuckled his seat belt, taking his time getting out of the car. I offered to help him to the house, but he refused and walked on his own. I looked at him worriedly, but he assured me that he would be fine.

Tony took a panel off of the side of the house and punched in some numbers into the keypad. He scanned his fingerprint next and wiped the evidence from the screen once it passed security. He snapped his fingers and turned to the group as the door opened. "Seems like a lot of security, but it comes in handy when one of us needs to lay low for a bit." He opened the door and turned the lights on by clapping. "Jarvis, wake up, buddy. I'm home."

The cabin inside looked more spacious than it did on the outside. The green wallpaper matched with the brown carpeting and gave off a homely feel. Thick dark green curtains covered the windows and kept out the nightly chill. A big screen television hung on the wall in front of a few couches. Photographs lined the walls, all of various times Tony was out with Pepper, and others of the team.

Jarvis seemed to almost yawn before answering, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Just be here for me, J. That's all I need right now." Tony set the keys to the car on the table and waited for all of us to collapse onto the soft couches. He rubbed his hands on his face, letting out the frustration in his system. We were finally safe.

Peter dove onto the couch and rolled around until Clint jumped on top of him. My cousin pushed him off of him and onto one side of the couch, while he occupied the other. Natasha plopped down in between them and stopped any future fighting. Bruce took a single chair, while Steve, Sif, and I occupied the other couch. The mystery woman sat on the floor next to Sif and observed us. Peter shot some weird faces in my direction, and only got a confused expression in return.

"This place runs on its own generator, so I'm not on the power company's system. It's registered under Jarvis' name and was inherited by his 'son'. I took that persona just in case I needed it. This cabin is reinforced by the strongest material I could get my hands on, strong enough to keep the Hulk inside. There are several rooms, cable, and wifi, if anyone needs it." He pointed in different directions, indicating what he was talking about. He strolled over to the small bar in front of the kitchen. "Drinks, anyone?"

I didn't care if Tony was a recovering alcoholic. At this point, we all needed a drink. "Yes, please," we chorused. Tony brought two bottles scotch and whiskey and small glasses. After getting everyone situated, he sat down on the ottoman next to Bruce.