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SHIELD's Tech Budget

[Story Mode]
<3rd Person - Following Tony>
Tony's phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out and opened his messages, reading the text under the table. It was from Natasha.
'Tony,' it read. 'Get your rich ass to the living room.' Then it buzzed again. 'Now.'

Suddenly, Pepper elbowed Tony in the ribs. "Ow! What was that for!?", he hissed.
"Anthony Stark, this is an important meeting!", Pepper hissed back.
'What for, Nat?', he texted her back.
'Fury called us all here. Trust me, you'll like this.'
'Fine.'
"Mr. Stark?", a short, grey-haired man on the opposite side of the table asked.
"This isn't high-school, Tony, stop texting under the table.", Pepper said.
"Sorry, ladies, gotta go. Important business. Boss called. Avengers thing. Y'know, we save the world, eat shwarma?", Tony stated sarcastically, walking away with his back to them, as he took his suit jacket from the back of his chair and slipped it on, kicking the door shut behind him.

<1st Person - Bruce>
I watched as Steve paced around the living room of Stark Tower impatiently. As always, they were waiting on Tony. However, at that moment, Tony close-to-strutted through the doors in a light grey suit, a white shirt and a black tie. "Miss me?", he asked.

"Yes.", I blurted out blushing deeply. The team turned to stare at me, raised eyebrows. "I-I-I... I need somebody to annoy. Obviously." I stuttered. Real smooth, Bruce. Real smooth.

"Aaanyway...", Clint dragged out the word, turning to face Director Fury.

"To put it simply, SHIELD got a sudden rise in the tech budget, which means we can all get laptops.", Nick stated.

"Already got about 4 laptops.", Tony said.

"Shut up, Stark.", Steve replied.

"Ladies, please. Besides, these laptops are already linked to the SHIELD files, and the com system. And I already put them in all of your rooms. And I had Maria send all the files and the system connection to your phones.", Fury informed us all.

"Getting your girlfriend to do your dirty work again, Fury? I'm ashame- SHIT!", Tony began, but then Nick pulled out his gun. Tony shut up instantly. I really need to get a gun.