Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

A ticking time bomb

"Bloody hell!" John  yelled, seeing the timer. "Five more muinets and I would have been dead!"
"You do say that in England!" Tony laughed, everyone glared at him.
"Not the time Tony. That timer says five muinets. We have five muinets to stop this thing from going boom. By the looks of it, it'll take out an entire block." Steve actually growled.
"No! No no no! Ok, Stark! I did not just get near suffocated by magic to get blown up. I have litteraly no idea how to defuse a bomb. I doubt Steve delt with defusing bombs in the army. I know John didn't. Either I guess for this or you turn this thing off." Sherlock stated in such a serious tone that it even shocked John.
"Jarvis, scan the timer." Tony stated, cursing when he got an answer.
"What? What's wrong?" John asked, stepping forward.
"There's a cloak on it. We can't scan it. For all we know, this thing will blow up if we try to get to any of the correct wireing, witch will be in the inside of it, no doubt."
"DANMIT! why must I do everything myself?" Sherlock growled.
"Accualy, Clint and I know how to defuse a bomb." Natasha stated, slightly upset.
"I know that! I wanted to know if this thing would blow up in out faces if we tried to defuse it. Clearly that's not going to happen. Everyone be quiet. I need to think." Sherlock rolled his eyes. Everyone actually shut up, supprizeingly. Sherlock dove into his mind palace, going through everything he knew about bombs. Ok. Bad news.
"Is he done?" Clint asked, nudging John. As an answer, sherlock jumped into action.
"What are you doing!?" Steve exclaimed as sherlock ran at the bomb laced coat.
"Is can't stop this thing from blowing up, but I can keep the damage to a minimum. We have to get moving though. This thing will take out yet whole proprietary." Sherlock explained, scooping up the bomb and running to the replica of the pool. He smelled the water, checking for dangerous chemicals, dipping his finger in just in case, and threw the bomb in the water. It didn't sink.
"I think it needs to be at the bottom of the pool." Thor stated. Sherlock gulped.
"I know... Everyone run, I'll be out in a muinet." Sherlock stated, takeing a deep breath and lunging at the bomb. He landed right on top of it and started swimming to the bottom. He barely made it to the top before running out of air. He did check the time though. Three muinets left. Three muinets to get out of the pool and run to the quin jet. Great. Sherlock swam as fast as he could, getting out of the pool in a sopping wet mess. He saw everyone running, even Steve, for the jet. Sherlock picked up the pace. He had almost gotten there when the bomb went off, sending him flying past the door in a surely comical manner. Steve and john ran out to help, he had a long cut on his arm and he would probubly have bruses the rest of his life, but he was ok.  John was yelling at him for his stupidity wile sherlock was ushered into the jet.
"Oh calm down! I might as well have a death wish anyway! I do not want to be the man that gets an Avenger killed."
"YOU JUMPED ON A BOMB!!" John yelled, loud enough to make even Thor wince.
"I SAVED YOUR LIFE!" Sherlock yelled back.
"YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELF!"
"I would gladly risk my life for any innocent human being." Sherlock growled dangerously. Johns eyes widened as he looked at the man.
"Since when ypdo you care about other people?"
"Since I met you." Sherlock stated, stareing John straight in the eye.
"Oh my god. Just kiss already!" Tony laughed.
"How many times... I'M STRAIGHT! I am married to a woman." John growled, throwing his arms up in the air, blushing like mad.
"I consider myself married to my work. And I'm straight." Sherlock mumbled, blushing enough to match his bleeding arm.
"Let me have a look at your arm." Bruce sighed, takeing the subject of shipping.
"It's fine." Sherlock stated firmly.
"It's bleeding through your coat and dripping down your arm." Bruce stated. Sherlock furrowed his brows and looked down, seeing he was right.
"Oh... it's still fine. A little blood won't kill me." Sherlock stated.
"No, a little blood won't. But alot will. And that is alot."
"Your not going to drop this are you? I'm fine."
"No, I'm not. Give me your arm, sherlock."
"I told you, I'm-"
"Sherlock! For God's sake. Don't make me knock you out! I've done it before, I'll do it again." John groaned, exasperated.
"I only sprained my ankle! You didn't have to do anything!"
"It was broken, sherlock!"
"It was fine!"
"Just let Bruce see your arm! You stubborn bull cock!" John growled. Everyone was watching the argument with amused looks.
"What did you just call me?" Sherlock questioned dangerously.
"You heard me just fine! I am so sorry Bruce, he's useualy not like this."
"It's fine. Tony does this all the time. Thor? You remember what we do when Tony is like this, right?"
"Indeed I do." Thor smiled.
"Well come over here and help me." Bruce stated, nodding his head in sherlocks derection. John looked slightly worried, but sherlock looked genuinely concerned.
"What are you going to do? I'm not sure I approve of this..." Sherlock gulped nervously as he pulled his arm to his chest and backed up in his seat, pulling his knees to his chest.
"Do not worry, son of Holmes. We only wish to aid you."
"I don't need 'aid'. I'm fine!" Sherlock argued. John shook his head with his eyes closed, until he heard a yelp and a small oof. John opened his eyes to see Thor's hammer sitting on sherlocks chest and his arm being held down by Thor. John had to laugh.
"Do what you my must, doctor."
"Hey! What the hell! Let me up! For God's sake! I'm fine! I- AH!" Sherlock was yelling and protesting, letting out a sharp yelp of pain when he pis sleeve was pulled it to reveal a long cut on the top of his arm. It was bleeding profusely and there were chunks of rock in the wound. It was deep.
"Bloody hell sherlock! That is not ok!"
"Oh dear. Ok, John, I'm going to need your help for this one. We need the first aid kit on the wall over there, the advanced one." Bripuce stated, pointing to the wall.  John nodded and ran over, grabbing the kit and running back. Bruce flung the lid open and pulled out a pare of tweezers. He got Thor to keep sherlocks for-arm compleatly still wile he pulled the chunks of  rock out of the wound. Sherlock continued to protest as the rock was removed, letting out grunts of pain every time one was removed or touched. Once the rock was gone, Bruce gave no warning as he drenched the wound in disinfectant, adding Watters to wash it out before adding more disinfectant. Sherlock winced intensely as he tried to keep his noise to a minimum, letting out a long groan of pain and several strings of curse words.
"Ok, this is not going to feel pretty. You need stitches, so I need to prepare the wound." Bruce said in an apologetic voice.
"Stitches!? I'm fine! If you are that determined then at least numb it!" Sherlock gulped.
"Sorry buddy, out of numbing gel that won't give you an infection." Bruce stated apologeticly. Sherlock winced at the idea, turning his head away. John sat down on sherlocks left side, squeezing the sholder that wasn't held down tightly. Sherlock looked like he was about to make a snarky comment when Bruce started cutting and move it the edges of sherlocks large wound. He cut himself off with a short yell, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth. His free hand clawed into the floor. John grabbed his friends hand, egnoring the comments on shipping the two men from earlier. John held back a wince as sherlock instantly squeezed Johns hand as tight as he could, clearly not realizing what he was grabbing. It was an hour of painful yelps and blood later that the wound tp was finally stiched up. Bruce quickly wrapped the wound after cleaning it and nodded to Thor,  who removed his hammer from the detectives chest. The detective simply lay there, holding his arm to his chest.
"That's why I don't go to doctors. I've only let anyone keep me in one once, and that was when Johns wife shot me. Didn't even stay until I was properly healed." Sherlock groaned.
"His wife shot you!?" Natasha laughed.
"She was a trained government assassin, for your information." Sherlock spat, causing Natasha to stop laughing.
"My kind'a girl." She smirked.
"Well she is never coming here. If I can help it, she will never deal with Moriarty."
"I might have to meet her in London then."
"You might."
"Am I alowed to sleep or will you all continue blabbering?" Sherlock asked bitterly.