Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Don't give up.

Sherlock woke up in the guest bed he was useing. He was kind of confused, but that all went away when his groan of exhaustion turned to a yelp of pain due to his atempt to get up on his very painful left arm. He hissed in pain as he clutched his arm to his chest. Someone must have carried him out of the quin jet and to the guest room. Sherlock grunted and got up, opting to wipe the sleep from his eyes as he walked into the main living area. It must have been around noon, because everyone was happily chatting away on the couches and chairs. Molly, John, and Lestrade were all sitting and extaingeing story's about the detective with the avengers tales of battle and Asgard. Sherlock was unconsciously keeping his arm to his chest. Unfortunately, he was noticed.
"Sherlock! Are you alright!? I heard you got in an explosion!" Molly yelped when she saw him, instantly jumping to her feet and running over to him, checking over every part of him, looking for scrapes and bruses to fuss about.
"The blast barely touched me. I'm fine Molly. Nothing happened here, correct?" Sherlock asked in a sleepy voice. He placed a hand on the woman's sholder, cause ing her to be confused. Sherlock was right handed.
"Sherlock. What's wrong with your arm?"
"What do you mean? It's fine. I-"
"Sherlock Holmes, don't lie to me. I am your friend and I have full right to be worried about you. Show. Me. Your. Arm."
"I told you, I'm- AH! Ow." Sherlock yelped, getting cut off when Molly pulled his arm forward. He also let out a hiss when she pulled the sleeve up.
"What is this? Sherlock? Since when is this fine?"
"I thought Bruce or John would have told you by now. Just a cut. Scraped it on a rock after the explosion. It's fine. Doesn't even hurt that bad."
"You yelped"
"You touched it."
"Enough! It's to early for this shit." Tony growled from the couch, clearly in a foul mood.
"It's noon, Tony." Steve stated, raising an eyebrow. Tony just grumbled.
"Still to early." Tony grumbled under his breath, although it was clearly audible.
"Why are you always so defenceive, sherlock? Your alowed to need help." Lestrade asked from an armchair. Sherlock looked over at him, furrowing his brows.
"Defenceive? I'm never defenceive. And I don't need help. I'll ask for it if the day ever comes." Sherlock stated almost questioningly.
"That. That right there. That is defenceive." Lestrade stated, sitting forward and pointing at the detective.
"I...I need food." Sherlock stated, avoiding the convorsation. Everyone caught it, but nobody said anything. Maybe he wasn't the machine everyone thought he was.

Hours later, sherlock was sat on the couch, hands steepled under his chin and eyes closed, moving around franticly behind his eyelids. The avengers (minus black Widow, who was on the shield hell I carrier) had been trying to snap him out of it for about half an hour. They kept nudging him, yelling in his ear, doing everything short of hurting him, but nothing worked. So, John was called to the living room where the world's mightiest heroes were circled around the world's only consulting detective.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" John asked, stepping into the room.
"Um, ya. Your friend here is practicaly in a coma." Tony stated, stepping aside so John could see the man on the couch.
"Oh. Danmit sherlock! If your going to go into your mind palace, then do it in the guest room. Other people might want to sit in here." John growled, storming over to his friend.
"How do we snap him out of it? We tried tazering him again, but that did nothing." Steve asked, clearly worried.
"Oh no. Sherlock. Please tell me you didn't.... Sherlock. Do you have a list?" John asked, checking the man's coat pockets, finding a folded up pice of paper. He unfolded it and sighed. "Sherlock... why? You always promised not to do this on a case."
"What? What is it?" Clint asked, nervous.
"Read this." John stated, passing the note to Clint.

Heroine
Cocaine
Morphine
Nicotine patches- 7

"What is this?" Thor asked after everyone had read it.
"Every time someone finds him like this, there is always a list of everything that he took." John explained, stareing down at sherlock with disappointment in his eyes.
"You mean he is on all of this right now!? Drugs? In my tower!?" Tony questioned, astounded. He couldn't belive that sherlock Holmes was a druggy.
"Yes. That's it." John stated, clenching his fist before slapping sherlock across the face. He jumped back with a startled yelp.
"What the hell John!? I was in my mind palace!" Sherlock yelled.
"You were on drugs! You promised me, never on a case. This is serious sherlock! This will kill you! You can't keep doing this! This isn't even our home!" John yelled, pointing a finger right at sherlocks face. His eyes widened and he patted his coat, feeling for he note that John held up in front of him.
"It helps me think, John!"
"It will kill you! I'm done with this! I'm throwing it all out the window." John stated in a furious tone, storming off towards sherlocks temporary room. The detective stumbled up and tried to run after the doctor, yelping when he was scooped up from behind in two large arms. Steve.
"John! No! Please! Let me go, Rogers! John! You don't understand!" Sherlock yelled, struggling in Steves hold.
"This is for your own good, sherlock. I'm sorry." Steve stated softly. Sherlock slumped in defeat. Steve thought it would be alright to let the clearly beaten detective go now, but he was wrong. The second he loosened his grip, the detective was off, running after the doctor. But, unfortunately, Steve was fast. So he caught the detective after only a few steps, tackling him to the ground and pinning him with one firm hand on his chest.
"Let us help you. I can get you the best rehab in the world." Tony stated, kneeling down by the man.
"I don't need help!" Sherlock growled.
"Your an addict." Clint stated.
"I'm a user!" Sherlock yelled.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Lestrade questioned as he and Molly ran into the room
"We just caught your comrade useing several dangerous substances." Thor explained solomly, clearly saddened.
"Drugs!? Sherlock! How dare you!? Waste your beutiful mind like that!" Molly half yelled, leaning down just to slap him.
"Here? Of all places? Bloody hell sherlock!" Lestrade stated disapointedly. Sherlock had gone silent, not moving or speaking, but clearly tence. He was not in a good place.
"SHERLOCK!! WHAT ARE YOU, A DRUG LORD!?" John yelled from sherlocks room. Everyone looked up to see John carrying a large pencil case full of drugs. Tony's jaw dropped. Nobody could belive it.
"Jarvis, scan sherlocks room for any other drugs." Tony stated, standing up.
"I have detected a case of a similar size to the one in Mr Watson's hand behind the dresser, sir. It seems to contain the remainder of the drugs." Jarvis stated blankly. John might as well have been on fire.
"You have a problem sherlock! You need help!" John yelled at his friend, who winced at the tone. He was clearly not ok with any of this.
"I'm a user, not an addict. I don't have a problem, and I don't need help!" Sherlock yelled before John pounced at his friend, egnoring Steve, who jumped out of the way. Let's just say that sherlock did not enjoy that intervention.