Connections

More Like Tony Stank And Steve "The Mom" Rogers

You wake up, your vision just beginning to clear up. You're getting pretty sick of waking up in places you don't know. You rub your forehead and sit up. In front of you is a figure, and as your vision clears you realize that it's Tony Stark. He wasn't looking at you, but looking at a holographic screen coming from his watch. He was typing with his thin fingers on the see-through keyboard. His eyes glance up at you before looking back down at his work.

"Finally up now, are we?" he said sarcastically. "Hope you slept well."

"Shut up," you said, looking around the room. You saw a bathroom behind Tony, which had a shower and a toilet, and had lots of counter space. Instead of a wall to your left, there was a huge window, showing nearby skyscrapers and places flying in the clear blue sky.

"Where am I?" you ask, wiping the grime out of your eyes.

"Stark Tower, HQ of the Avengers," he said in a monotone voice. "We're keeping you here until we assume you're not a threat. If you ever want to leave the room, you've got to behave like a good little girl." He said the last part in a baby voice.

"Where's my brother? Can I see him?"

"Absolutely... not!" He paused in the middle of the sentence to throw you off. You frowned. Dickhead. 

"So, here's the dealio," he turned off his watch and looked at me, "lights out at nine, you're not leaving this room unless you show full cooperation. If you need anything or your room is on fire, ask JARVIS. Any questions?" His expression changes to a mock expectant face. You open your mouth to say something. "None? Okay, good." And with that he walked out if the room and shut the door. You heard a tiny click as the door locked.

"Douchebag," you mutter. You stand up to look around the room, when you realize two things; one, you were wearing different clothes, which were dark grey; two was that you saw a metal arm band on your wrist.

"JARVIS, what is this arm band for?" you ask.

"Made from vibranium, the strongest metal on Earth, it prevents the wearer from performing any of their  supernatural powers. It cannot be broken, and can only be taken off using a voice match to Tony Stark, Steven Rogers, or Pepper Pots."

"Great," you say sarcastically.

"If it helps at all, ma'am, I think the arm band looks good on you."

Did you just get complemented by a robot? "Thanks, JARVIS."

"Your quite welcome," and with that it was gone.

( Time Skip)

After taking a nice refreshing shower, you changed into some fresh clothes, which you found in the dresser next to your bed. It was a Captain America shirt with his shield on it, and some loose sweat pants. After slipping it on, you sat on the edge of your bed.

So much has happened in the last two days. All you wanted to do was go back home, have a latte from Starbucks and see Duke again. You missed your brother most of all. He was probably so scared. A tear streaked down your face, and everything came out. You sobbed, and planted your face into the bed.

You stayed like that for what must've been five minutes, so you sit up. Suddenly, you hear the door unlock. You pulled up your blanket and turned away from the door. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. You think it worked, and you hear the door shut.

"I know you're awake," said a voice. It wasn't Tony's or Agent Coulson's, so you sit up.

You turn around to see a really buff man. Like, extremely buff. You realize it must be Steve Rogers.

"What do you want?" you say, trying to put as much disgust in your voice. He only looked at you pitifully. Whatever. You didn't need his pity.

"I brought you some lunch," he said, showing you a tray with a bowl of mac and cheese with some broccoli. "JARVIS made it." Seeing as how JARVIS was the only person to treat you kindly so far, you accept the tray.

You glance up at the mirror hanging on the wall, and realize that your eyes were still red from crying. You quickly look down in embarrassment and take a bite of the mac. It was actually really good. You glance up to see Steve looking at you with a frown. You sigh and look back down.

"I know that this is probably hard for you," he starts, "and you probably haven't had a pleasant encounter with Phil or Tony."

"Phil?" you ask.

"Agent Coulson." He continues. "If anything, I bet Tony was acting like a-"

"Bitch?" I finish for him. "An asshole? Possibly douchebag?" He chuckles and you let him continue, taking a piece of broccoli and plopping it into your mouth.

"But things will get better. And... do you know who Wanda Maximoff is?" he asked.

"Umm... Isn't she the Scarlet Witch?" you guess.

"Yeah. Well, seeing as how she has telekinesis also, she offered to help train you to control your powers better." That's actually a pretty nice offer. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, please don't cry anymore. If you are cooperative, then you might enjoy being here." He places his hand on your back, not in a weird way, more that he was just trying to be nice.

"What are you, my mother?" you ask, making him laugh. He messes up your hair and walks to the door. Before going out, he turns around to say something.

"I know, I know," you interrupt, "don't get in trouble."

"No," he said, "I was just going to say to check under the loose floorboard next to your bed. Oh, by the way, nice shirt." He flared one of his million dollar smiles, and with that, he left, leaving you with a puzzled expression on your face.

You walk over to the right side of your bed, and sure enough there was a piece of wood that had an open slit in it. You pried it open with your fingers and find a secret compartment. Inside is what seems to be a television remote. You stand up and press the 'on' button, and suddenly the bed starts to move. You watch in shock as it seamlessly folds up into a couch. After it is fully transformed, the lights dim and the blinds shut. Then, a huge projector pops out from the ceiling. Since you have a perfectly white wall, the home screen shows up, and you have a television. You almost squeal because of how awesome it is. It was almost like a movie theater. An idea pops into your head.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"Can you put some popcorn into the microwave? Without informing Mr. Stark?"

"Of course, ma'am. It would be my pleasure."

You smile to yourself. It could be worse.