Tempors Fly More than Fists
“Of course you’d all side with the Capsicle.” Tony spat at the majority of the Avengers. They were in the debriefing room of SHIELD and tension was high and tempers were flaring. It’d been close to a half hour since Bruce had had to leave for fear of unleashing the Hulk on everyone yet Tony and Steve were still at one another’s throats. The others sane Bruce had been forced to choose sides in the argument and due to the limited information they had on the subject of their argument they had all sided with Steve. Leading to Tony’s current temper flare.
“You know what, Natashalie.” He spat the nickname he only used when angry with Natasha a reminder that she’d betrayed him before by pretending to be someone she wasn’t. “You were right all those years ago, I guess I’m not fit for the Avengers Initiative.”
Before anyone could stop Tony, he had turned on his heel and stomped out of the room, pushing past Fury who had just rushed in due to a tip off by some very frightened interns.
“Stark, get back in here.” The director called, his eyes narrowing on Tony’s retreating form. Instead of answering or turning around Tony addressed JARVIS. “Hey JARVIS due me a favor, if Fury sends agents after me, deploy my private reserve of nukes on this helicarrier.”
“Are you sure, Sir?” Fury heard the AI ask while Tony was still in earshot.
“Positive.” Tony said.
Knowing full well that Stark might have the nuclear weapons he’d just threatened releasing, Fury waved off the agents that had automatically went to detain Stark.
“Let him cool down from whatever has his panties in a bunch.” He told the agents before taking a deep breath. “Check on Banner, if he’s in control send him back in.” He barked at Hill before he stepped into the debriefing room, locking the door behind him.
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