I'll do whatever to make you happy (Stony)

Chapter ten: Pieces of A Puzzle

A/N: Now back to your regularly scheduled update. Enjoy the chapter.

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Tony rubbed away the sleepiness from his eyes, he was too tired to be doing this right now, but he needed to get more information on the situation at hand. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but it was such a long and exhausting day for the poor genius. He was on a rollercoaster of emotions and it was hard to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling past the drowsiness. Fingers snapped in front of his face and it made him jump, blinking rapidly and looking at Natasha, rubbing his eyes again.

"Thank you, Agent Romanoff," Fury said, "as I was saying, we need to figure out where these extraterrestrials are holding the Captain. And on top of that, has anybody gotten a hold of Thor?"

"He lives on a magical place called 'Asgard.' You really think they know what phones are? For God sakes Fury, the dude fights with a magic hammer." Tony grumbled, earning him an elbow from Natasha.

"Anybody else with a less sarcastic answer?"

"With all due respect, Fury, the genius isn't wrong. He sorta just appears whenever he wants," Natasha shrugged, "it's sort of like an instinct for him. Sometimes he talks about this dude named Heimdall telling him that we're in danger and he just shows up."

"I swear to God, Fury, if you ask us if we can get in contact with Heimdall, I'm going to strangle you." Tony said when Fury opened his mouth. The spy rolled his eye and opened his mouth to speak again.

"What I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted," he glared at the genius, "is that if we cannot get in contact with Thor, then we need to devise a plan with what limited resources we have."

"How do you plan to do that," Bruce inquired, "no offense, Director, but if these things managed to take down Nat and Clint; two of the most highly trained spies, then how do you think we'll be able to handle them?"

"That's the thing, Doctor Banner," Fury said calmly, his gaze locked onto Tony, "with the information that Stark has gathered, we can at least draw a conclusion as to what these things really are, and figure out a plan of attack. He's got this thing figured out."

"I don't know if you know this, Nick, but this is out of my league." Tony stated. "This isn't something technological that I can solve and know by heart like the back of my hand, this is something far advanced, this is aliens we're talking about!" He could feel the anger getting to him, his jaw clenched as he took a shaky breath to calm himself down. "This isn't like the Chitauri, where there is a visible weakness, this is something bigger than that and I can't crack it. You want help figuring this out? Call Thor, he's the one who can figure this shit out. All I can do is provide tech and evidence that has been laid out in front of me. Extraterrestrial shit, I cannot solve." He huffed out a breath of irritation and crossed his arms, sitting back in the chair.

"Jeez... What's with all the yelling? I'm tryna sleep." A voice from across the room spoke. Tony sat up abruptly, rushing out of his seat over to Clint's side as he groaned and moved around in the stretcher.

"Hey, Legolas. How you feeling?"

"Like shit." He stated, chuckling lightly.

"You look like shit, too." Tony joked. Clint groaned as pained coursed through his body, a hand gently pushing him back down as he tried to sit up properly.

"Sorry, Clint, but for your own health and safety I'm gonna need you to lay down and relax. You're badly injured." Bruce told him. He didn't argue, and he listened to the good doctor, allowing himself to be pushed back gently on the stretcher.