Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Time For Round Two

Ten muinets. It had been ten muinets and neither Natasha or Sherlock had moved and inch.  That's when the others walked into the room. Molly and Lestrade were particularly confused.
"Hey, are you guys- oh. You are back. What... What is this? Natasha... Why... I. Ya know what? No." Molly rambled, staring oddly at them before signing. She threw her hands up in the air and walked out of the room. The rest of the Avengers laughed and Lestrade groaned.
"Sherlock Holmes. What in the name of God have you gotten yourself into this time? You've got a bloody avenger on your back like a backpack. I came to see if you were back and if you were alright and I see this? You are a magnet to weird, Sherlock Holmes." Lastrade shook his head.
"This one is not my fault. Your a police officer. Have you not notice that I am clearly the victim here?" Sherlock groaned before smirking. "Then again, you are from the Scotland Yard..." He added with an obvious jab at him.
"Hey now! The Yard has worked just fine without you for years!" Lestrade stated firmly, pointing at Sherlock.
"Yes, but you only caught one out of every twenty criminals and gave out parking tickets." Sherlock teased. "Thanks to me, you catch at least 90% of criminals. I hide your incompetency." Sherlock laughed. Lestrade was seeing red.
"My officers are not incompetent! At least even out worst officers have common decency in their vocabulary!"
"Oh, I have plenty of common decency. Unnecessary kindness however... A person would rather have a criminal found than have the cop that did it be kind."
"You can't even talk to a bloody child!"
"Okay, first of all. That one time wasn't even my fault! Moriarty has kidnapped and almost killed them with someone who looked almost identical to me! And second, I will have you know I'm great with children! I helped Archie come out of his shell for John and Mary's wedding! He even dressed nice! He loved those crime scene photos. Especially the one with all the dead nuns." Sherlock snapped back, laughing at the end. He had forgotten Natasha was on his back and had stood up straight. He was waving his hands around as he spoke and seemed rather into the topic. Everyone widened their eyes at his last statement. Followed by gaping at Natasha.
"My kind of kid. How much blood?" Natasha asked, outing her head on Sherlock's right shoulder.
"Oh plenty. You could have gone swimming in that." Sherlock smiled.
"You showed a child crime scene photos!?" Steve gaped.
"You took my crime scene photos!? Dammit Sherlock. I've told you that your not to take those. I'm not surprised you showed them to the kid, but honestly! Stop stealing from the station!" Lestrade yelled, walking upto Sherlock and posing him in the middle of his chest.
"Pu-lease! It's safer with me than with any of your officers! He'll, my landlady could take better care of it! She hid that phone that almost bankrupted the country in her cleavage. Not one of your officers would have even thought of that!" Sherlock growled. Lestrade glared. He was about to retort, but the holographic tech in the coffee table reared to life and displayed a face Sherlock had gotten tired of. Moriarty.
"Now now boys! You two need to stick together now, don't you? Can't have you fighting now can we?" Moriarty spoke inoccently. Sherlock jumped and spun around.
"Oh. Hello Moriarty. What could it possibly be this time. Don't tell me you've gotten bored and your giving up. I really want you to struggle when I push you through a meat grinder. It would be much more satisfying." Sherlock growled.
"I'm sure it would be. So don't worry your little heart over it. I'm not going anywhere just yet. By the way, you are aware that black widow is clinging to you right now, correct?"
"Yes, I am informed on the matter. But, it's a bet and she is incredibly stubborn. She won't be going anywhere any time soon. So, what song are you pulling my strings to this time?"
"Oh, I'm sure Ms. Adler could explain that for you." Moriarty grinned. Sherlock's eyes widened. Oh for the love of God!
"Sherlock! Get me out of here! This bastards tied me up! You know that's useualy my job! When I get my hands on you, Moriarty! Your going to scream!" Irene yelled. Sherlock growled.
"Please stay calm. You can help me shove him into a meat grinder once I'm finished with him." Sherlock stated. The veiw panned over to The Woman. She was tied to a chair and covered in her own blood. Beaten pretty badly. "Bloody hell! Moriarty! I know your evil but honestly! Are you stupid!? Even you know you should never hit a woman! Let alone The Woman. You remember what I did the last time someone hit a lady, don't you? I'm going to loose track of how many bones i break in that short little body of yours!" Sherlock ranted at the hologram.
"Come and find her, Lockey. Every hour we wait, she'll be found in worse shape than she is now!" Moriarty said. The vision cut out just as Moriarty started throwing a punch at Irene's left cheek. Sherlock was livid.
"That's it." Sherlock growled in a deep, dangerous voice. He sounded predatory. "He's not going to even see a prison cell. I'm gonna kill him with my bare hands." He growled. The look on his face put even a pissed off Fury to shame. Natasha squeezed him slightly, snapping him out of it.
"Hey. Trust me, we're all pissed. But we need to focus. If it will help, we can go break a few punching bags with our bare hands in the gym." Natasha said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder again.
"You don't need to worry about her. I have a heeling spell that should mend any damages." Loki said quietly from the back of the pack. Sherlock looked up at that.
"And you can also teleport!" Sherlock beamed. "Moriarty will be long gone when we get there, but we can at least get to Irene. How many people can you teleport at once, and how much magic would be left over?" Sherlock asked.
"I... Uh... Not including myself, I could get you and John over easily, maybe one Oher. That would leave me with enough magic to use that healing spell and get all of us and Irene back. I would be existed, but it would work." Loki stated, getting a little more confident as he spoke. Sherlock beamed.
"Alright. Let's trade this if we can. If the area wasn't sheilded from your magic, we teleport there. If it was, we have a flight to catch."