Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Didn't know how much I need you

You never realy realize how important someone is to you until you loose them. You'll never know how much you love someone until they're gone. And you never know how much you realy need someone until they aren't just a call away,  until they need you more. Sherlock is realizing all of this in just one single moment. Moriarty had his parents. Sherlock thought he didn't feel anything towards them, that he hated them, but he was so, so wrong. He loved them enough to make even sherlocks rock hard composer break.
"NO! no no no.... I am going to rip his head off the next time I see Him! So help me god... he's going to know what real pain is! If he hurt them..." Sherlock yelled, mumbling to himself after the enitial 'no'. John and Tony slid down to him just in time to see a few stray tears escape his useualy ice cold eyes. How, they were on fire. You don't mess with the Holmes family. Not when sherlock gets involved.
"Sherlock! What's wrong!?" John asked, worried. Even Tony looked concerned.
"Moriarty just made this way to personal." Sherlock growled, not bothering to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
"What do you mean? Sherlock, what happened?" John asked, now very concerned.
"He took them, John.... Moriarty kidnapped my parents.... " Sherlock gulped, the fire in his eyes being replaced by fearful sadness. Tony seemed to burn with rage. Tony knows what loosing parents is like. Kidnapping sherlocks parents is way to far.
"That man is sick!" Tony yelled, furious.
"What do you say I show you my childhood home. If there is even a drop of blood I am going to tear him limb. From. Limb." Sherlock growled, takeing the exact pathetic he took to get into that hole to get to the quin jet. John and Tony shared a single glance -the kind that spoke volumes and communicated exact thoughts-  before running off after sherlock.
The men landed in the front lawn of sherlocks parents contry home. The door was still open. Sherlock could have givin the Hulk a run for his money with how pissed sherlock was. Sherlock was on a mission, storming in he door and turning the corner to the living room, stopping in his tracks and takeing a step back with wide, already teary eyes. He had only made it one step into the room before he backed out. Tony and john only saw a pissed of sherlock step through a door and out of sight only to come back through a moment later with pure fear in his eyes. Sherlock put a hand over his mouth, the other coming up to cover it as the detective backed into a wall, about to cry. By the time John and Tony got there, sherlock had tears running down his face and was one step away from full on sobbing. Sherlock hadn't cried for real since he was a child, so this was rather concerning. Wile John went to comfort sherlock, Tony saw that sherlocks eyes were locked on the room ahead of him. Tony looked around the corner and instantly understood. There were two fingers nailed to the wall opposite to sherlock, a message written in blood on the wall.
'Don't worry sherlock, it was just one finger each. Figured you would like some motivation.' It had to be Moriarty. Tony was about to puke. The room was also very messy. There had been a struggle. Tony ran right past the now sobbing sherlock leaning againsed the wall and john on the floor and out the door to throw up outside. Tony had just stopped throwing up when he got a call on his watch. He tapped a button and a holographic image popped up in front of him. Tony looked awful.
"Hey Tony.  How's it going over there- Holy crap, have you been throwing up?" Natasha asked. Everyone -includeing loki, Molly, and Lestrade- was in the hologram.
"Ya, I have. It's awful over here." Tony groaned, wipeing his chin again just in case.
"Why? Where's sherlock and John?" Molly asked, worried.
"Sherlock is in his childhood home sobbing on the floor and john is trying to comfort him." Tony stated. Lestrade laughed.
"Sherlock Holmes? Ha. Not in a million years!" Lestrade laughed. Tony rolled his eyes and tuned so they could see sherlock and john. "Oh. What happened!?" Lestrade asked.
"Sherlock stated parents have been kidnapped by Moriarty and we came into him home to find a huge mess from struggling and this." Tony explained, walking into the living room and showing everyone the message and fingers. "And yes, those are his parents fingers on the wall." Tony added. Everyone saw him hold back more barf. But they heard sherlock heave a particularly loud sob from hearing Tony's words.
Half the people said something along the lines of 'oh my god, that's awful!', but everyone else was in silent shock.
"T-tony... take that out of here. I don't want anyone to see me like this..."  Sherlock stated through his tears. Tony, for once, followed the order.
"What about over there?"Tony asked, trying to change the subject.
"Fine. Loki is fine. No attacks." Steve stated. Everyone looked at a still crying sherlock come into the screen.
"Thor, I think I have gained the right to burn Moriarty alive." Sherlock stated, wipeing away tears and sniffling. His eyes were now red, extenuating the already piercing greenish blue of his irises. Thor nodded, agreeing completely. Sherlock put his head down, let a couple more tears slip, and regained his composer, the tears peeing replaced by fire and rage once more. Moriarty. Was. Dead.
"You won't acctualy burn him alive, will you?" Lestrade asked seriously.
"I almost killed a man for punching Mrs Hutson once. I threw him out the window so many times I lost count. What do you think I'm going to do to Moriarty when he cuts a finger off each of my parents and kidnapps them?"Sherlock stated in total honesty. Even the avengers paled at just the thought.
"Who's Mrs Hutson?"Tony asked.
"The landlady. Wonderful woman. Why don't I introduce you to her after I find out where Moriarty took my parents? I will be needing to stop by the flat for reinforcements." Sherlock stated more then asked, storming into the house, takeing a deep, steadying breath before turning into the living room. He searched the entire house and found that it was somewhere in America through deductions like the time he found those kids from just a foot print. But he did it without a lab.
"Let's go see Mrs Hutson. Lock up the jet, nobody will steal it."Sherlock stated. Nobody would argue with Sherlock at that moment. He was the definition of rage.

An hour later, they were at the flat opening the door and running right into Mrs Hutson.
"Hello Mrs Hutson. I won't be long, just need to pick up my harpoon and some other things. Please, say hello to Tony Stark. I'm sure you know who he is." Sherlock smiled, give ing Mrs Hutson a quick peck on the cheek.
"Oh hello dear, Mr Stark, wonderful to meet you. Would you like some tea?" Mrs Hutson asked with a smile.
"How are you unfazed by the fact he just said harpoon?" Tony asked in a shocked tone.
"Manners, Mr Stark. At least say hello and answer her!" Sherlock called.
"Oh, urm... hello, Mrs.  Nice to meet you. And sure, I would love some tea." Tony replied akwardly. He earned a nod from sherlock and a smile from Mrs Hutson before he was dragged into conversations about Mr Hutson's drug cartel and Mrs Hutson's exotic dancing.  Twenty muinets later, sherlock came down the stairs with several more guns, plenty of ammo, and a harpoon that looked like it could acctualy kill three whales in one go.
"Oh dear, what are you useing that harpoon for Now? Last time you used that you came home covered in pigs blood from spearing a hog for one of your cases." Mrs Hutson asked calmly. Tony raised his eyebrows.
"Moriarty kidnapped my parents and up cut a finger off of each of them, nailing the fingers to the wall and wrighting a message in their blood on the same wall in my childhood home. I am going to have to kill that man."Sherlock explained nonchalantly. Mrs Hutson nodded.
"Make it painful, dear. Would you like some tea before you go?" Mrs Hutson asked, Tony was utterly shocked by the whole convorsation.
"No Thankyou, I am in a hurry. But could you be amazeing and dispose of the thumbs in the fridge upstairs. Oh, and the eye to. Thankyou. I will be back in a month or so unless something comes up. Be safe Mrs Hutson." Sherlock smiled, pecking the woman on he cheek again before leading nodding to Tony, who said a quick goodbye and followed sherlock out as Mrs Hutson called out one of her famos lines.
"I'm not your house keeper, dear." She called after them before the door closed. John had been told to stay with the quin jet. The two men calmly got in a taxi and Tony stared at him.
"How do you have a more exiting life than me!? I'm an Avenger and Tony Stark! Your landlady ran a drug cartel and did exotic dancing. You have an eye and thumbs in the fridge. You almost killed a man because the sweet old landlady got punched. You came home covered in pigs blood holding a harpoon and she thought nothing of it. You have faked your own death. You can know everything about a person from one glance. You own a harpoon. You shoot walls when your bored. And you do drugs. How in God's name do you have such an exiting life. Explain." Tony spoke hurriedly. He was shocked.
"It was her husband's cartel, she just did the typing. Some of those dancing videos ended up on YouTube.  I ensured her husband got the death penalty. I do experiments on those body parts. Don't worry, there from the morgue. Mrs Hutson was punched because I had an explosive phone with the kind of secrets that alowed a dominatrix to almost bankrupt all of England. Would have done it to if I hadn't guessed the code. Mrs Hutson was hie peeing that phone in her bra. The pigs blood thing, it was a rather strange case. Shooting walls is good target practice. The fake death thing was to save everyone I care about from a maniac that has recently kidnapped my parents and cut a finger off each of them. Drugs are to calm my very Buisy mind. And I don't know everything about someone from one glance. Anything else or are you to shocked to speak?" Sherlock asked, smirking. Tony was the latter.