Truth is... I'm a Stark

Business is good...

Two men were looking down at a child's drawing of the avengers.

"Nothing is going to be the same now." One man said. "I mean look at this, you got aliens, you got big green guys tearing down buildings," he continued. "When I was a kid we used to draw cowboys and indians." he said to the man next to him while holding up the child's drawing.

"Actually, it's Native American, but whatever," the other man muttered.

"Yeah but I tell you what, it ain't bad is it?" Referring to the picture.

"No yeah..kid's got a future," the other man agreed warily.

"Yeah well, we'll see I guess." The first man said whilst taking off his glasses and beginning to walk through the construction site. It was strange to think that on the same ground they were walking on, a battle for humanity took place. That this was where the Chitauri Leviathans had came through the portal. How not too long ago the idea of extraterrestrial existence hand been laughed upon, but now the fact of just how really they were had - quite literally - struck New York, leaving the rest of the world in shock for just how little humanity knew and just how powerless they were while scientist were left scrambling for an explanation. Even the great Stark Tower had been in ruins.

The man suddenly stopped walking. "No stop!" He yelled to another man working on one of the Chitauri spacecraft with a saw. "You can't saw through that stuff," he explained while taking a broken alien staff from the ground. "These alien bastards are tough, you got to use the stuff that they use." He then used the staff to pull out two purple stones and then handed the metal over to the man.
"See? Alright?" The leader asked the man.
"Alright." the other man confirmed and chuckled.

"Oh hey! Glad you could join us - good afternoon," the leader announced sarcastically as another man entered the site late with a coffee.

"My alarm didn't go off!" The late man called in response.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're alarm," the leader rolled his eyes at the common excuse, "just go stack that armed plating like I asked. This is a huge deal for us!"

"Attention please!" A woman demanded, a group of men with white builders hats followed her in a somewhat triangular formation. "In accordance with executive order 396B all post battle clean up operations are now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service we'll take it from here."

"Who the hell are you?" The leader asked impolitely.

"Qualified personal," one of the men in a white hard hat with the Damage Control symbol shot back.

"It's okay, I have a city contract - to salvage all this, okay, I'm with the city-" the leader started but he was cut off by the woman.

"I'm sorry mister Toomes, but all salvage operations are now under our jurisdiction." The woman stated. "Please turn over any and all exotic materials that you have collected or you will be prosecuted," she ironically didn't notice the man from before putting one of the cubes in his pocket.

"What- wait! Ma'am listen. Come on, I brought trucks for this job, I brought in a whole new crew, these guys have a family, I have a family. I'm all in on this I could lose my house." Toomes pleaded desperately.

"I'm sorry sir, but there is nothing I can do." The woman responded (though she didn't seem very sympathetic) and walked away.

"Yeah maybe next time don't overextend yourself," One of the white hat men said to Toomes condescendingly.

"What did you say?"

Members of his crew were looking the other way a whistling to themselves. Toomes approached the man with fake friendliness. "He's right, I overextended myself." He called out to his crew before punching the man, causing the Damage Control to pull out their guns.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh," the woman rushed to defuse the situation, "Put them down." She commanded and they men complied. "If you have a grievance you may take it up with my superiors." The woman said.

"Your superiors? Who the hell are they!?" Toomes yelled back.

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A news broadcast was shown on a TV in the crew's warehouse. It was about Tony Stark hiring the Damage Control. The construction crew glared daggers at the screen.

"So the a**hole who made this mess are getting paid to clean it up?" One of the men exclaimed incredulously as he watched.

"Yeah it's all rigged." The one who stole the purple cube complained as he fiddled with something.

The report continued as the man from before used the cube to make a small turbine fly. "Hey chief!" He called out, earning Toomes' attention. He turned to see him lifting a sheet revealing a Chitauri aircraft in a truck. "We're supposed to turn this in right?" The guy asked Toomes.

"I ain't halling it," another guy spoke up lazily from his chair.

"It's too bad," The guy who made the turbine fly was now controlling where it went. "We could have made some really cool stuff from that alien junk." he commented.

Toomes seemed to be deep in thought before he gave a sly grin. "I'll tell you what, let's keep it." The crew all began to look at each other with small smiles. "The world is changing...it's time we changed too," he finished with a smirk.

5 YEARS LATER
{AN: I changed it to fit my altered time line.}

Some men moved crates around the warehouse into a van that shipped them off whilst others worked on using the Chitauri cores to make new machinery. Suddenly, a huge metal suit flew towards the warehouse and a large sky door opened for it as the suit dropped 2 boxes of equipment stolen from Damage Control. The suit landed and was dismantled by a machine behind it. Toomes took of the helmet and smiled, "there you go Mason!" He praised a man working on some kind of gun. Mason gave a proud smirk in response. Toomes mirrored the look in his own face, "business is good," he seemed sinisterly satisfied.

{AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it's kind of in a weird place, I wanted the chapter orders to be more chronological for future readers to have a better story flow and for my own peace of mind (little details like that can really bother me, I guess you can say I'm kind of a perfectionist).

Thank you so much for 4K reads by the way, you guys are the best.

"Don't end yourself, defend yourself,"
Thanks again my spiderlings :)
~ Scarlet_Spidey}