Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

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Sherlock let out a short groan as he began to wake up. With the slow return to conscienceness, Sherlock was able to come to his senses rather quickly, although he would be rather drowsy for some time. He had to growl slightly in frustration, he would be acting like an idiot for at least another few hours. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up slowly, holding his head. He would have preferred that they give him something for the headache instead of knocking him out like that. He steadyed himself on the bed as he stood, still with a hand on his head. After his balance was reasonable, he made his way out of the hospital curtians and over to the waiting area. Tony and John were explaining the current situation to the group at the tower. Mycroft must have been up with he and Sherlock's parents. So Sherlock put his fingers to his mouth when Steve and the others spotted him, creeping up behind his friends.once he was close enough, he jolted them both by hitting a minor pressure point on each of their necks and sticking his head between theirs with a quick and cheesy 'BOO'.
"Gah! Jesus Sherlock! I almost punched you!" Tony yellped at the same time John spoke.
"Ah! Bloody hell Sherlock! I'm going to kill you! Get over here!" John yellped, grabbing Sherlock by the back of his neck, useing the back of his shirt to hold him like a cat would hold their kitten.
"Oh, come on John! We're almost even! You two let the doctors drug me! This is what you get!" Sherlock chuckled. John groaned.
"Oh goody. The child's had a nap and now their all giddy." John teased, releasing Sherlock and flicking him on the nose.
"John! I am not a child. Your a doctor aren't you? Besideds I'm far to talk to be a child in any way." Sherlock growled, adding an uncharacteristic quip at the end of his sentence.
"You didn't tell me he was so playful tired. This is gonna be fun." Tony laughed.
"Oh no. You never want to see Sherlock tired. This is drowsy. When he's tired, he is the incarnation of Satan." John laughed.
"You know what, I'm not even going to deny that. Fear me, mortal!" Sherlock chuckled. John smirked.
"This is gonna be good." John laughed. "Come on. We'll get you checked out. Tony, would you mind finishing up explaining?" John continued.
"Not at all. Go on, I wanna get out of here. I've never liked hospitals." Tony smiled, saving them away.
"John, shouldn't we go see my parents?" Sherlock asked as John got up. "Isn't that a thing people are supposed to do when family is in the hospital?"
"Yes, that's true, but we're checking you out first, Sherlock." John smiled. They did manage to get Sherlock out of the hospital as a patient, but they still had to see his parents. Sherlock insisted that Tony join he and John to see his parents. The avenger did try desperately to turn the giddy detective down, but ended up getting dragged to the recovery section and called short. John was enjoying this. When the nurse pointed out his parents' shared room, the giddy act drained away. The door was opened with supprizing care.
"Mum? Dad? How are you feeling? Mystify didnt make it worse did he?" Sherlock asked in a kind and minorly worried tone, walking up to stand between his parents.
"Oh Sherlock. Were going to be okay. Im mod worried about you. What on earth did they give you to make you so worried?" Mr Holmes asked.
"The showing of emotion is John's fault. Not sure how i feel about it just yet. As for drugs, John and tony let the doctors knock me out. Still rather upset with them. Honestly, I have no idea why anybody bothers to worry for me. Im fine. Please don't worry about me. Your the ones with missing fingers. How do you feel about me committing a rather... bloody... crime?" Sherlock rambled, question uisy ng at the end.
"If its that evil and short version of you, have at them. Make them suffer." Mrs Holmes grinned innocently.
"Planning on it." Sherlock smirked.
"What is with your family and murder?" Tony asked with a smirk.
"Oh calm down. We only go after the ones who have it coming. Or the ones who cross us." Mr Holmes chuckled. Tony stared wide eyed for a moment before laughing.
"Sherlock, i love your family. We should hang out sometime under better circumstances." Tony laughed.
"Ooh. That will cause issue im sure. Sherlock is the only one with any friends and Mother and Father are the only ones that bother with being social." Mycroft stated flatly.
"Oh, I'll just send Steve and Thor to pick you up and bring you over." Tony smirked.
"You would be kidnapping a british government official." Mycroft droned. The other three holmes smirked.
"I've kidnapped worse." Tony shrugged.Sherlock raised his eyebrow at the man. "Steve refused to come back to the tower after we started a nerf war. Had to drag an international 90 year old hero back againsed his will. Had to do a fly by in my suit and pick him up on the way by." Tony laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Amature." The detective mumbled.
"Oh dear. Alright Sherlock, even im going to need an explanation." John sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was going to be good.
"Kidnapped several rotten government officials a while before john showed up to figure out what they were screwing with and who else was being problematic. All at the same time acctualy. My hands were bruised for a few weeks after that. Good times." Sherlock rambled. "Mycroft acctualy gave the order."
"I knew you would enjoy that one, dear brother." Mycroft smiled.
"I still smile when I think about it. They were so afraid of me! Probubly of being caught aswell. There eyes al Mk ist popped out of their skulls!" Sherlock laughed. Mycroft let out a short amused huff.
"Sherlock, darling. I know your still hunting that rather rude man. You should get going. We'll be alright. Do keep in touch." Sherlock's mother smiled, waving him over. Sherlock sighed and gave his mother a quick peck on thw cheek and a light hug, giving his father a hug and an awkward fist bump then his father offered his good hand.
"As always, you are correct. I will try to stay in touch. Mycroft, keep me updated on their condition would you?" Sherlock smiled at his mother before glancing at his brother, who simply nodded. John, Sherlock, and Tony all left the room, walking up to the side of the road where Sherlock hails a cab almost instantly, as per usual. John still didnt know how he pulled that one. By the time they got back, even Sherlock was  a little exhausted. The three of them just walked in and collapsed on the couches. Natasha smirked, sitting on Sherlock's back, seeing as he took up the whole couch. He let out a deep growl at that. John chuckled.
"Black widow or not, he's gonna rip your throat out in th at mood." John chuckled.
"Heh. I'd like to see him try." Nat replied with a smirk.
"Please get off of me before i have one of the gods move you with force. Its hard enough to stay awake without your ass pushing me further into the couch." Sherlock groaned, squirming slightly. Natasha just smirked before lying on her back on top of Sherlock's back. This caused everyone to laugh except Sherlock. The detective groaned and rolled over, standing up quickly. Unfortunately, the moment he was up, Natasha jumped on his back and clung to him, holding on with her hands under his arms and over his shoulders; crossing over his chest while she wrapped her legs around him from behind. Sherlock stood stock still for a moment, arms out to his sides and his elbows bent. One foot was forward for balance. He was in a state bbys of confusion and shock.
"Natasha... what are you doing?" Sherlock asked slowly.
"Making you uncomfortable and annoying you." Natasha smirked. Sherlock sighed. He still hasn't moved. "You still haven't tried to push me off." Natasha added.
"I'm trying to minimize unwanted contact. Besides, even you will get bored or tired eventually." Sherlock gulped. He hated any type of phisicly contact with anyone he didnt know or trust. Natasha laughed.
"Yeah. Good luck with that." Natasha chuckled, simply holding on tighter.