Avengers Stories //Oneshots//

Two of Tony Stark's #YOLO Moments

"Release the armor, J."

"Is that wise sir?"

"I have a suit below me, don't I? And this one has been damaged."

Jarvis sighed. "Alright, sir. But I won't protect you from Mr. Roger's I'm Disappointed In You face." Tony huffed a laugh.

"Open the suit, please."

It was at that moment when Cap spoke up. "Tony what are you-"

"YOLO, Cap. YOLO."

"Wha-"

The suit opens. It had been damaged in some unfortunate places, causing a few patches to get stuck for a minute and the repulers to go wild, which put him into more of a swan dive. He tucked himself into a ball, doing a flip to turn himself over. He spread his arms and legs eagle style. Tony squints into the wind, his jelled hair flew around his face but somehow never got in his eyes.

He yells "YOLO!" Just as another suit came and encased him.

The team is yelling at him in the comms. "Chill. My other suit was damaged. Needed a new one. Plus the battle in almost over."

He hears Bruce sigh and Cap mumbling. Natasha doesn't spare him and loudly calls him an idiot in Russian.

He grins cheekily. "Thank you."

They groan. Clint shoots him with a sticky arrow (made by himself) and gets a joy ride as they shoot down the last of the robots.

Sadly, some free falls from the suit don't end with just tussled hair.

"Sir, the armor has sustained too much damage. The automatic release has been triggered for thirty seconds and I can't stop it."

Jarvis's voice is far away. Tony blinks, trying to get rid of the rapidly growing black at the edge of his vision. His side throbs. His head throbs. His leg is screaming.

"Sir?" His son sounds worried. Tony doesn't like that.

"Okay." He croaks. Then winces, both from pain and the fact that his croak wouldn't reassure Jarvis at all. His son informs him that Hulk will catch him and then he's falling through the air. He can't control his decent well, but has enough sense to aim for the hay. The fight that's happened (happening?) was near a barn in the middle of nowhere and the owner isn't there.

He hears a roar. Tony's vision is dim. The pain has dulled his senses to where he doesn't know which way is up. He sees a pair of large green arms and blinks.

Or blacked out. Because the next thing he knows he's being cradled in Hulk's arms, the big guy looking down at him, his face twisted in something that resembles concern and anger.

"Tin Man don't do that again. No YOLO."

Tony gives a weak chuckle. "Alright big guy. I'll warn ya next time." His voice is weak to his own ears. There are voices, growing louder and he hears the rustling of grass.

"Tony?" Natasha?

He blacks out again. Longer this time. Tony wakes up on the couch, leg bandaged and new arc reactor in place (the other one having been shocked with enough electricity to off set the balance. Synthesized vibranium is stable with it's own shield, it takes a lot to upset the flow. But that's what Villian of the Month had. He should get a plaque made of garbage for that.)

Steve is suddenly in his field of vision, looking worried.

"You scared us that time Tony," Natasha says, somewhere behind him. A hand starts carding through his hair.

"Yeah. One second your flying, the next second your falling. News flash, we don't like to see you fall." Clint says, jumping up onto the back of the couch. Tony's been in this position before, when he was sick. He better call his kids and Pepper when he can.

"I'll make sure I say YOLO next time."

"You only live once, Tony," Bruce says, looking entirely unamused. Green colors his ears. "And Hulk was worried."

Tony lets out a breathy laugh. "I'll be more careful next time. Scout's honor."

"You never were a scout."

"Shut your beak, Barton."

The archer squawks.