Avengers Stories //Oneshots//

Uncle Fury

"Stark! We have a meeting with Fury!" Cap yells, his voice so loud it makes Tony's head spin. But anyone could tell that the blonde is angry.

"Hold your horses Rogers, I'll be there in a minute." Tony coughs into his elbow, waving away imaginary smoke to hide his raspy voice. It wouldn't be a suprise, a lot of things don't go as planned in the lab, sometimes ending with Tony and Bruce covered in soot with their hair standing on end. The Captain huffs and walks out. Tony sighs, puts up his tools, and follows him shakily.

The man gets into an empty elevator, requesting the floor for the meeting. He coughs into his elbow, his vision going fuzzy. His chest and lungs hurt and he knows he shouldn't be up, but he is. Because he's stubborn like that.

He doesn't make it to the meeting room. Tony doesn't know how or why, but he stumbled into Nick Fury's private office, locked the door, and curled into a ball under the desk.

It may have been minutes, it may have been hours afterward, but Tony woke up to a light hand on his shoulder and a rough, soft voice saying "Tony." Over and over again. Said man grunted, not liking the light in the previously dark room.

"C'mon Tony." The voice continues. "I think your bed would be better than the floor under my desk. You wouldn't want me to kick you."

Maybe.

You make a fair point, Voice.

A pair of arms helps him to his feet. Tony blinks blearily as one moved and a palm rested on his forehead. A muttered swear reached his ears. He would've commented, but he was to tired to even talk.

"Alright Anthony, one foot in front of the other. We're going to my side room, where I usually crash when I'm too tired to go home." He can finally place the voice. His uncle Nick. He forces his mouth to move, if only to make a smart quip.

"So, you really do live at work."

A chuckle. "Not too sick, then."

"Not sick."

"What do you call a fever?"

Silence. Tony didn't have an answer.

"That's what I thought."

"You win this round. But I'll be back." His words are starting to slur, but his brain is starting to catch up with him. Where is he? Something about a floor under a desk.....

"Bed time for you, Tony."

"Nuuuuuu."

"Yes. We can talk about this after you've slept a couple of hours." Tont is gently moved onto something soft. A bed. His vision is still blurry, but now his eyelids are drooping.

Sleep might help.....

He's out before his Uncle even turns of the lights.

No one questioned when Fury exploded at the CaptIn when the blonde complained about Stark being late. Nick said that "My nephew will be excused from all meetings for the next four days. Dismissed!" He had not taken too kindly to the Captain not believing Tony was sick after finding out Jarvis had told him he wasn't well enough to join the meeting.

Steve was gobsmacked for that whole four days. He hid from Tony for the fifth, made him breakfast on the sixth, and apologized on the seventh.

It was then Tony's turn to be gobsmacked.