Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Running low on time

"Hey guys. Wait, is that a harpoon?" Clint smiled, greeting the men as they walked off the elevator, noticing what sherlock was holding.
"Oh ya. This is a harpoon. And I am going to prove to everyone I can use it. Moriarty is my target. Who thinks I can hit him?" Sherlock stated, a dangerous smile on his face. You could tell that his cheerful tone of voice was laced with a murderous intent. Nobody blamed him.
"Sherlock! Your back- you brought your harpoon!? Realy!? Last time you used that thing you ended up covered in pigs blood. I'm shocked the cabby drove you anywhere." Molly exclaimed, her voice calming as the statement continued. Everyone exept for Tony, John, and Lestrade looked at sherlock in horror, causing the detective to laugh.
"To cut to the Chase, this guy's life has managed to be more exiteing than ours. And we're avengers. Even his landlady used to own a drug cartel and do exotic dancing." Tony explained simply, not going into full detail.
"It was her husband's cartel. We've gone over this. She only did the typing." Sherlock groaned, tired of going over this.
"How is this even possible. We fight gods -sorry again, loki-, live with one of the richest men on the planet, can go anywhere, do anything, and live with another god. How do you, some smart ass from London, have a more exiteing life than us?" Clint asked, bewildered. Everyone else was happily watching the extainge.
"Realy, it's quite simple. I will even use a low-class sware to help you understand. I'm Sherlock Holmes, bitch." Sherlock laughed, spinning the harpoon like a batton for effect. Everyone gasped and laughed, Steve even said 'language'.
"I suggest you run, Mr Holmes. Mr Barron's anger levels are riseing and it is not out of he realm of possibility for him to punch you." Jarvis spoke, causing Clint to somehow manage to get even more red in the face. Sherlock paled slightly and gripped the harpoon tighter, considering reaching for his gun. Loki smirked, poking Clint in the chest right as he lunged. The man instantly lost all movement and flopped onto the floor like dead weight. His face was pressed to the floor and he sat there stunned for a moment before speaking in a muffled voice, causing everyone to laugh.
"Fuck. You. Loki." Clint stated blankly as the floor muffled his speach. John seemed to be the only one truly concerned.
"What did you do to him?" John gulped.
"Relax. It only lasts five muinets. Weak paralysis spell. I just saved your life sherlock. Your welcome." Loki laughed at Johns concern, looking at sherlock near the end. Sherlock smiled and nodded in gratitude. Loki smirked and moved poor Clint back into a sitting position on the couch, adding a new t-shirt that read 'Loki'd' on the chest. Sherlocks eyes lit up as he seemed to realize something, walking over to loki and leaning over the back of the couch to whisper in his ear. Loki's smile grew large and terrifying.
"Loki... that's the smile you used to ware before ending up in trouble for some mischief. What are you doing?" Thor asked in a warning tone. Warey of his younger brothers ideas.
"Don't you worry, brother. All is well." Loki smirked, knowing his brother would just worry more. Sherlock smirked, knowing his plan would be safe as he searched for his parents.
"Now that we have everyone on edge, I have some elderly Holmes' to find. Tony, do you have anything againsed hacking into a satellite? One would have been above my home all day yesterday." Sherlock asked in a compleatly honest tone.
"Wow, you have no morels. I like it. Let's go to the lab and get a hold of this footage." Tony smiled, causing sherlock to smile back. The two men walked away to the lab right after sherlock threw his guns carelessly on his bed along with his harpoon -witch ended up on the floor.
"How is Sherlock Holmes getting along with another man without annoying him? He purposefully annoyed me once he was comfortable with me." John stated, very confused.
"Tony is he same. Sherlock probubly just hasent warmed up to him yet. Besides, he's got other stuff on his mind right now, his family being one of those things." Steve explained, only half guessing, drawing from experience mostly.
"Sherlock Holmes has never given a danm about anybody. He wouldn't even let me know I had just passed his parents when I came into the flat. Why care now?" John asked, still compleatly dumbfounded.
"Everyone cares about someone, John. It's human nature." Bruce joined in thoughtfully.
"Sherlock Holmes is not human." John stated blatantly.
"Then why does he care about you?" Natasha piped up before leaving the room, also leaving John to think. He does?

Sherlock an Tony had seen a car takeing sherlocks parents west, causing sherlock to frown. That was late yesterday night. What was west? They followed footage as far as they could, seeing he car go to the peir and go into a building. One that they were demolishing tomorrow... that's when the pink phone started vibrating in his pocket. He ripped it out and put it on speaker.
"How did you like he suprize I left you at your old house, sherlock?" The stolen voice spoke. Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them and speaking clearly.
"They are just old Folkestone, Moriarty. Let them go. They don't need to have anything to do with this." Sherlock spoke calmly.
"Oh, then you don't mind if I shoot them?" The stolen man spoke before letting out a small sob. Sherlocks eyes widened.
"No! No. Don't. Shoot them." Sherlock said, just a little to quickly. He cursed himself for that.
"Oh, I'm only joking. But you realy should hurry. They might bleed out before your twenty four hours are up. Missing fingers are nasty bleeders." The man sobbed out. Sherlock seemed to burn with rage at hearing this.
"Listen here you son of a bitch. Listen well, Moriarty. When I get my hands on you, I will tear you apart. Leaving just enough of you to let you rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life. You hear me?" Sherlock growled dangerously.
"Oh, so hostile." The man gulped. "I would like to see you try." He added. The phone then hung up, causing sherlock to chuck the phone across the room into the wall. Good thing it had a good case. He let out a long growl of frustration and leaned againsed the table beside him, putting his palms down flat and leaning his head down over it.
"No emotions my ass." Tony quipped, trying to lighten the mood, failing.
"That is precisely my issue." Sherlock sighed. He had merely hours left to save the people that raised him, along with a total stranger. Sherlock, what have you gotten yourself into his time? I need to drop this type of life. But how?