Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Traps Of Score

The helicopter ride to the burnt house was... Tence. After Sherlock had left the room with his sister inside, he had fallen back into his seriousness. Its like he was staying calm around his sister for some reason. Maybe the violin calmed him. Not even John really knew, but when they landed, Sherlock didn't even wait for the door to open more than half way to get out before he started running to the burned remains of the house. He ran through the whole thing before screaming in frustration and running for the fake grave yard. Nothing was there either. He just had to remember where the well was! Its not that hard! Ugh! Sherlock thought for a solid five muinets before bursting off in the right direction. He could hear the screaming from a couple yards away. I swear... Sherlock thought if they are still being hurt when I get over there, I am going to vaporize the Gaster's doing it. 

Sherlock flat out sprinted, allowing his long legs to push him faster until he had to jump over the well and skid to a stop on the other side to look down the well. There they were!
"MUM! DAD! ARE YOU OKAY!? Well... Aside from the well and missing fingers...." Sherlock called, mumbling the last part to himself.
"SHERLOCK!? Oh thank god! Sweetheart! Please help us!" Mrs. Holmes cried, clutching one hand to her chest while her husband did the same, holding her close with his good hand.
"That's the plan!" Sherlock yelled down before looking up at Tony, John, and Mycroft. "HURRY YOUR ASSES UP! IM A DETECTIVE AND IM FASTER THAN ALL OF YOU!" Sherlock screamed, looking for anything to pull them up with. There was nothing. That's when he heard it. The gurgling of rushing water. Oh no... The water began to flow through a pipe leading to the well. They were going to drown! Wait.... They could swim up twehn the water was high enough. "You can swim up as he water rises!" Sherlock cheered. He stopped when his parents went pale.
"Son.... There are chains around our ankles..." His father gulped. Sherlock paled and stiffened before growling. He pushed and kicked at the pipe, but it wouldn't move. Shit. The others arived just as Sherlock got an idea. He ripped off his coat and grabbed a lock pick kit from one of the pockets.
"You three need to get me down there with them." Sherlock stated.
"Sherlock, are you stupid!?" John exclaimed, looking at him like he was mad.
"No I'm not! They are shackled down there and I need to pick the locks! Get me down there!" Sherlock snapped. Tony smirked.
"Jarvis, one hand from the suit please." Tony stated, setting down his suit case, picking up the metal glove that came out. "Come here Sherlock." Tony said, beckoning the detective over. Sherlock looked sceptical. He flinched in suprise when the glove quickly opened and snapped around his hand. Catching the look, Tony smiled. "Trust me. Okay, sit on the edge of the well, don't panicked and stay still. Jarvis, control panel." Sherlock had sat on the edge of the well, glancing between his parents and the metal-clad hand. Until he saw the glove power up and glow blue. There must have been a seprate power source in the glove. Sherlock gulped.
"Tony, what are you- Woah!" Sherlock was cut off as he let out a yelp. The glove had lifted him up by that one hand. His eyes were wide. He them began to sink into the well.
"Going down!" Tony smirked.
"A LITTLE WARNING NEXT TIME PLEASE!" Sherlock yelled up the well.as Sherlock reached the bottom, the glove retracted from his hand and flew back up. The washer was waist high. Sherlock gulped before pulling out a lock pick from the kit and holding his breath. At least the water was relatively clear and clean. He had all four shackles undone in about a muinets, coming up for air a couple times. He then looked at his parents and the top of the well. He was about to call up and tell Tony to do something when two of those gloves came down to them. Sherlock understood. Alright. Put your good hands in here. Quickly. They will lift you out of here. Sherlock was trying not to shiver, but the water was to his underarms now. It was dark and the water was cold. He went to get leverage with one hand on the stones in the well, intending to lift himself up a little when a gloves hand that had already returned his parents to the surface suddenly latched onto his hand and started pulling him up again. He let out a yelp in supprize. He was not expecting that. When he got to he top, he was set on the ground before the glove detached and flew back to Tony's metal suit in the form of a briefcase.  He was cold, but he brushed it off. He called the number on the pink phone and it answered after one ring.
"Are you finished yet Sherlock?" The sobbing voice asked.
"Yes! I'm d-done. Let them t-tell me where they-y are." Sherlock snapped, his teeth chattering from the cold.
"Aww... Your no fun! Are you cold, lockey?" The voice asked. "Hmm... Wonder why..."
"Moriarty!"
"Alright alright." The voice stuttered. "Oh thank god. I-i'm on the corner of fourth first and second in Brooklyn! Come help me please!" The man sobbed. Sherlock stated that he would and called the Brooklyn police to go get him. He turned his attention to his family.
"Th-thankyou. All o-of you." Mrs Holmes smiled greatfuly.
"We're a-all good." Sherlock said, not caring about his chattering teeth anymore. "Mum-m, d-dad, let's get y-you two t-to a hos-spital." Sherlock stated, placing a cold hand on each of their shoulders. The two of them shared a look before hugging their son. Sherlock jumped before sighing. "W- why do I-I ever ware w-white?" Sherlock asked himself outloud, hugging his parents back.
"You did good son. You, your brother, and your friends." Sherlock's father stated, smiling and pulling away to follow John to the helecopter that had landed not far away. Tony perused his lips at the stupporn detective. He scooped up the man's jacket from the ground and dropped it on his shoulders.
"Come on man, you gonna freeze out here." Tony stated, leading Sherlock to the helecopter. They road to the hospital with his parents, walking them into the hospital. The doctors acctualy tried to tend to Sherlock aswell. He tried his best to refuse, but when both Tony and John dragged him to a bed he was forced to take a minor treatment for major frost bite. He insisted he didn't need it, but the doctor groaned and poked a needle into Sherlock's arm anyway.
"Hey! Ow. The hell even is that? I told you I'm fine!" Sherlock groaned, holding his shoulder when the needle was removed. The doctor smirked.
"Setetive. You clearly aren't going to co-operative with just resting, so your gonna sleep and warm up." The doctor said. Sherlock looked at them as if the man infront of him had grown a second head.
"You just doctor roofied me! I don't even think your alowed to do that!" Sherlock stated, mildly shocked.
"Calm down Sherlock. Tony and I told him he could." John smirked as he walked through the curtain.
"What!? John! You both know I have work to... To d-do..... I... Ugh.... Jesus those are... Strong meds...." Sherlock cursed, the meds taking effect. Sherlock tried to stand, but John just gently pushed him back down.
"I'm sure you have other patients to attend to, Dr. Mathews. I'm a doctor from London, so I'll make sure he falls asleep." John assured the doctor, smiling gently. The man nodded and walked out of the room.
"John. I... I have to go make sure... I have work to.... Please just... Let me..... Up.... John..." Sherlock whined, straining to pull together a proper or sentence.
"Your parents are fine. There is nothing you can do right now. Just sleep and warm up. You know how stubborn I can be when it comes to your health." John stated firmly, gently pushing Sherlock so he was kind of laying down. Sherlock continued to struggle on the very brink of sleep for around ten muinets before he finally passed out. Sherlock was weird like that. Medication would almost work entirely in a couple muinets, but it would then take another ten muinets to half an hour to take full effect. The man was just so stubborn. But, Sherlock was out. So John pulled the blanket that had been moved to he end of the be over his friend and left him be.
"He's gonna be pissed when he wakes up." Tony stated.
"After the daze and after effects ware off, yes." John stated.
"How will he take it?"
"Lots and lots of yelling at us after he's no longer loopy."
"Joy. Probably for the best though. Steve's the same. He always says he's fine. But once he had a pretty bad concussion and just shook it off, passed out in the middle of the common room floor. I have never seen Bruce in more of a mother hen more than that day." Tony laughed.
"Oh, this is gonna be good. Once while he was working a case, Sherlock came home with two fractured ribs and a stab wound. Managed to hide it for a few hours before he passed out from blood loss." John laughed.
"Hey, you may have to deal with stubbornness, but you don't have pranks every other day. Oh god, this one time, Clint badazzled Thor's hammer. Hello kitty style. The best part is, the way it was sitting, Clint got the entire head of the hammer! Thor nearly killed him!" Tony laughed.
"Once, when I went to drink my tea, I found a human eye floating in the kettle, followed by me ending up laying on a cow brain in my pillow when I went to sleep. I got him back by changing all the contacts in his phone to asshole -includeing myself- assure Frome one person. I made his mother's contact say lover boy! Oh god. Never heard him yell so loud!" John cackled happily. Tony laughed with him.
"Okay. I can at least top you in antics. Once, I came home with Steve to find he entire house trashed and covered in all kinds of food, pillow feathers, nerf weapon ammo, and dents. We found poor bride cowering in a broom closet!" Tony laughed. John cackled.
"Sherlock will blow up small rodents -live ones- in the microwave, see what happens if you pop eyeballs like popcorn, leave human fingers in the fridge -once it was a head from the morge-, drug my drinks, and he has came home covered in pigs blood once with that harpoon of his. And hell, don't even get me started on the angry violin playing! When he wants to, it's beautiful, yeah, but when he's mad! Oh god, dogs three blocks over start barking!" John laughed, having to wipe a tear of mirth off his left cheek.
"Wow. Is there anything about our lives hats normal?" Tony snorted.
"Yeah. We breathe." John smirked, totaly serious. Tony nodded. The two ended up falling into a comforting silence. The two groups got along better than expected.