[ancwstart]

Logan raised both brows in surprise at Tony’s words. The multi-billionaire had actually admitted that Logan was right. Pausing, he almost felt as if he needed to jot it down and ask J.A.R.V.I.S. for a recording of it later… Just so he could play it over and over again for the other’s to hear and witness as well.

Logan was only ever sort of petty. Finishing off the offered drink that Tony had given him, Logan narrowed his eyes and moved to stand. “It isn’t like I actively seeked him out, you know.” It was true, all Logan had wanted to do was to sit at a bar and get some well needed peace before he destroyed a man for holding out money from him.

How was he supposed to know that the Star-Lord was going to walk in and talk to him? “Listen, Steve’s talked to me already and I imagine he’s gonna talk to you soon. S.H.I.E.L.D. apparently needs us because of a reason they haven’t felt so inclined to tell anyone, not even Cap. Just thought I’d let you know so you could get the upper hand.” Moving towards the door, Logan raised a hand to wave. “I gotta go, I’ll be around, thanks for the drink.”

[numberoneavenger]

"Yeah, yeah," he waved off, walking around the bar when Logan stood up. If he believed anything the mutant ever said, he believed that. He knew the man liked his privacy- probably more than anyone he knew, and that was saying a lot. But he couldn't help but make everything a competition. It was practically everything in his nature. 

Crossing his arms across his chest, Tony pressed his lips together indignantly. "That doesn't surprise me. Alright, thanks for letting me know. I'll keep an eye out for the Cap and keep doing my own research in the mean time." He uncrossed his arms to give Logan a lazy wave good bye. "Next time, maybe try knocking."  

[madameblackwidow-blog]

Natasha has been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. under Fury’s command for quite a while now to understand when others might feel under pressure or, more than likely, frustrated. No matter what struggle the job might present itself in, Natasha would never let her loyalties stray - especially not after blowing all her covers, when she needed S.H.I.E.L.D.’s protection the most. Had it not been for Nick Fury kindness (which happened so rarely, it was almost nonexistent) who knows what would’ve become of her? Chances are she’d either be in hiding somewhere or.. dead. Somehow the latter seemed like a greater possibility. Natasha couldn’t stop the smug smirk from entering her face upon Tony’s confession. It was hard to argue him on that logic, even Natasha knew it was true. “That’s because I am,” she said, trying her best to hide her prideful tone. “You need my intelligence, just as much as we need your weapons.”

The last thing that Natasha wanted was for Tony to get the wrong impression, and even possibly spread around false information. However, his latest comment was delivered a second too late. “And you didn’t feel like saying that sooner?” she questioned. “Have you found anything else?”

[numberoneavenger]

"You know, some might say you guys need my intelligence too," Tony remarked off handedly, flicking imaginary dirt off his propped up shoe. "I don't just design all of that technology based off luck." He knew that Natasha was brilliant, but he couldn't bring himself to honestly compare the two of them as far as who was more intelligent. His ego wouldn't allow it. 

He quirked an eyebrow at the girl on the opposite side of the desk. He almost laughed at her questioning, but he kept himself in check- but only just. "I was getting to it. I just wanted you to know that I had it. I'm still not entirely sure what it is, but I'm working on it." 

[thebeautyofasgard]

Amora simply tilted her head as she looked up at him. She was confident, if not over confident in her talents when it came to men. No one had proven her wrong otherwise and she certainly didn’t want to break her streak of broken hearts. However, her purpose was not to seduce or manipulate this one unless he proved to be of some use to her or even just for the satisfaction of victory.

"I seek many things." Amora answered, her answer vague as she looked back at him. "Yet I appear to have stumbled onto something of much more interest." Amora told him with a flirtatious smirk. She had learned one thing from her life and that was to get what you wanted, it was so much easier to get it through charm and charisma and if that never worked, you obliterate them and no one liked Amora when her temper came out as she could be very cruel and sadistic.

"I seek the Odin son, Thor. I have failed to find him  and after observing this mortal realm, I have come to the conclusion you are considered as a dear friend." Amora explained, though she tried her best to not insult Midgard though just being in this realm disgusted her. "I also seek shelter before I am able to have my own establishment." Amora added on. "Perhaps, noble warrior of Midgard, you can give aid to a damsel in distress?" 

[numberoneavenger]

"Can't argue with that,"  said Tony with an over dramatic shrug, the hint of a smirk on his face, though he knew she wouldn't be able to see it. "There's not a whole lot on this planet that's more interesting than me." It was only a partial stretch of the truth, at least as far as Tony was concerned. He had suspicions that she wasn't being entirely truthful, so he didn't completely drop his guard, keeping his mask on. 

"Friend," Tony scoffed with a humored chuckle. "I don't know that I'd call him that exactly. But he is definitely an ally. A good one at that. But who's actually good friends with all of their allies, hm?" He said quickly, stepping away from the woman and waving his hand as he spoke. Avoiding answering just yet that Thor wasn't actually there until he had some more information.  

Keeping a close eye on her, he walked around her towards the outer wall of his mansion. "How long are you staying in the area?" he asked over his shoulder as he tapped into one of the hidden main frames, so he could maybe do a little bit of multi tasking. "Might be useful information if I'm going to help you find shelter. Don't want a damsel like yourself living on the streets, now do I?" 

[thebeautyofasgard]

Amora looked over at the man in iron who pointed his palm at her. She looked him up and down, half impressed and half feeling sorry for him. She had saw this particular mortal around Thor a lot. She assumed they were somewhat close. So, if she wanted to find the other Asgardian, through his simple mortal friends seemed to be the wisest course of action.

Oh, how they sickened her. With there frail bodies being unable to cope with any sort of impact. That and there plain looks and limited life spans and limited in their use. She put whatever she was playing with down. It wasn’t anything she had seen before. Not that Amora cared. The realm of mortals seemed to enjoy their toys a lot.

Seeing how he aimed at her, under any circumstances, Amora would of used her magic to snap his wrist back as punishment for even dare thinking of causing her harm. However, this was a delicate situation and decided to use her other supreme talents besides her magic; beauty and charisma.

"I mean you no harm, mortal." Amora told him as she approached him, expressing no fear. "I came looking for dear friend." Amora said, explaining her reason as her finger trailed across the chest plate of his armor. "Instead, I find another warrior equal to match his standing in this realm." She said to him charmingly.

[numberoneavenger]

Tony had learned to always expect the worst. Especially when his property was involved. His things had a knack for being destroyed and he's had to repair one too many times. He wasn't about to trust someone lurking around the property-especially while it was lock down. Tony wasn't one to believe in pure coincidences. 

Of course, he hadn't been expecting the culprit to be a woman, especially not one that was so attractive. He'd been known for letting his defenses down in the presence of woman before and he was keen not to do it again. No matter how charming this beautiful woman was. 

"Charming," he quipped, his gaze following her hand as it moved to his suit. He made a face behind his mask at the word 'mortal', the word alone enough to clarify she wasn't from this world before his scan could for him. He hadn't been called that since his encounter with Thor or Loki so he could only assume she was looking for one of them. He was hoping for the former as he really didn't want to ever deal with Loki again or his friends. 

"And who is the beautiful lady looking for?" 

[starlooord]

It was a bit discouraging to hear Tony say that he had no idea what the readings meant, though it was made slightly better when he said he’d recognized them, at least. That was a start, in his opinion, and if more research needed to be done, Peter didn’t mind waiting. For a little while. It was more than anything he could have gathered up and with both Tony’s and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s interpretation of the readings, they were bound to figure out what was going on. He’d stick around for the action, of course, if and when it was needed.

"Sounds good to me," he answered eagerly, standing as the other man did, thinking that it would have taken a bit longer but then this was Iron Man he was talking about. "I doubt I’m going to find anything else out about it but if I do, I’ll let you know." It wasn’t much of a promise but without any sort of idea regarding what was going on, it was the best he could possibly offer without being completely helpless. 

With an obedient nod and a half-salute, Peter smiled, fully intending to call Tony that in the future. Subtlely, of course. Considering the request, he thought for a moment before pointing to his earpiece that also controlled the helmet. “Guess you can use this. It’s a communicator too,” he explained, giving a shrug. “I could even talk to you if I was halfway across the galaxy. How cool is that?”

[numberoneavenger]

It was't promising, but he hadn't been expecting as much later. So he just nodded. "Try to have a little more confidence, kid. But even if you end up seeing something new, give me a call," he told him, sure that something else might pop up if this was anything close to what he was afraid the readings were caused by. 

Tony made a face at Peter's salute, but lifted his hand to give a half-assed two finger salute that probably just looked sarcastic. "I'll admit, that's pretty impressive." His corner of his lips turned downward as he gave an impressed nod, and gave himself a mental note to test how far his own software could reach and to fix it so that it could have a similar technology if it didn't already. "I'll be in touch," he promised, giving the man one last smile, before turning around to walk out of the ship, letting his eyes sweep the ship again. "You know, you should really update your music system." He added just before walking out the way he came in. 

[ancwstart]

"I’ve dealt with women who are far more scarier than her, Stark. I think I can handle Pepper Potts." Logan gruffed out before watching Tony prepare their drinks. Accepting his drink, Logan took a long swallow before pulling a face and setting the tumbler down. "A bunch of outcasts, huh? You know that kinda sounds like us, except they don’t have pretty boy, loud mouthed billionaires prancin’ around in shiny suits." Snorting at the thought of Tony joining the Guardian’s, Logan took another sip of his drink.

Another snort shot through Logan’s noise as Tony told him he’d be a good fit. “Yeah, I’m sure the kid would love to have me.” Though Logan was positive that he would, Logan also knew that deep down he would cause too much trouble for Peter and his crew. Finishing off his drink and giving Tony a nod in thanks, he watched the man carefully before giving him a shrug. “Why? You would have turned him against me or something? Hell, I tried that myself and I still don’t think he hates me. No,” Logan shook his head and sighed, “Kid’s got too much of a good heart.”

[numberoneavenger]

Tony snorted, not entirely convinced, but he let the subject drop. He leaned against the counter, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Logan's comment about him. "They wish." He said gruffly, "I think I'd do that team some good." He shrugged, and took another drink from his glass, making a mental note to look up this Peter Quill while he was still in the area- or on the planet. 

"Yeah, you're probably right. Probably too much trouble," he grinned, imagining how Logan would mesh with the team of self-proclaimed guardians. He honestly thought he actually would fit in with them, but he wasn't sure how much he would enjoy it. Then again, Logan didn't seem to always enjoy being a part of the Avengers either. Which he supposed  was one of the things they had in common. 

Tony laughed and shook his head. "As tempting as that would be, no. It'd be a waste of time and unproductive. I just don't like that you one uped me and talked to the kid before I did," he smirked. 

[numberoneavenger]

Tony was tired, and quite frankly, he was getting a little stir crazy. He wasn't used to staying in one place for so long and he was half tempted to call up Pepper and tell her they were flying out to Rome for a week. In fact, he'd already started to pull his phone out to call her when he got the alert. The Avenger's Mansion had been put on lock down and his presence was requested by J.A.R.V.I.S. With a very exaggerated sigh, Tony slumped his shoulders and pocketed his phone and mumbled "I'm going to kill him," before flinging out his arm in a motion to call the suit.

Within a few minutes, he was completely suited up and already flying over New York City in his suit, ignoring the way J.A.R.V.I.S. babbled in his ear about the proper protocols that could have avoided this outing. He was annoyed plenty without listening to his own computer system scold him. 

The flight was short, and soon he was touching down smoothly and tapping the side of his mask to open it, successfully revealing his face. Everything seemed calm on the outside, which may or may not have been a good sign. He cringed to think what was happening on the inside. 

Before Tony could make it to an entrance so that he could once again get to work cleaning up after someone, he heard something to his left. Moving swiftly, he snapped his mask back on and aimed his palm in the direction of the noise, still unable to see who he was up against. "If you're trying to break into this property, you're going to be very sorry," he announced, stepping around the corner towards the noise. 

[madameblackwidow-blog]

Natasha did nothing to mask her annoyance, making it clear in her expression how unpleasant is company was to her at the moment. Matters only managed to get worse as Tony grabbed an object from her desk. She glanced down at the medallion resting in his hands, flickering her eyes upward to meet his gaze one more. “Because you always have something to say about anything,” she retorted quickly. Natasha leaned back against the leather seat, placing her arms on the armrest. At his comment, the assassin stayed neutral, tilting her head upwards and narrowing her eyes slightly. “He trusts me, more than most people around here,” she quickly clarified. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” Natasha wasn’t going to stand for Tony bad-mouthing her partnership with Nick Fury.

Not for one second was Natasha going to believe that this was just a casual visit, no intentions behind it. It was only a matter of time before Tony dropped the charades and finally revealed his true business. She relaxed her shoulder a bit, listening to what Tony had to say. “We’re not leaving you out of anything, Tony,” she reassured. “We’ve got a few readings lately and it’s currently under investigation. Fury already has Steve out there looking around. If it gets to the point where we all have to regroup then you’ll be the first to get the call.”

[numberoneavenger]

Tony just shrugged, because even he couldn't deny that. At least too much. He did sometimes just stop by for the hell of it, because he was bored and thought Fury needed his feathers ruffled. Natasha was smart, brilliant even, but something he would never understand was the relationship between herself and the man apparently in charge of S.H.E.I.L.D and the Avengers. "I guess I can't fault him in that. You're one of the few people around here I trust to know what they're doing," he admitted if not a little reluctantly. 

He kept his eyebrow raised the entire time Natasha spoke. It sounded like she was trying to be reassuring, but it didn't entirely work. "Alright, well just so you know I have already talked to Peter Quill and have those readings myself." He leaned back finally, resting his foot over his other knee. 

[starlooord]

With a laugh, Peter nodded immediately, having no hesitation in his answer to the man’s question. “Sure I can. I’m lord of the stars, man.” It sounded cheesy in his head and even cheesier said out loud, but nothing could have been more cheesy than the grin he’d given in saying it. Tony seemed to understand a bit, though, something that he could appreciate. 

He did make himself right at home in the pilot’s chair of the Milano, which both amused and inspired by the act. He truly did believe that the man would be a valuable addition to the team but seemed to fit in more on Earth with the Avengers; pulling him away from that didn’t seem right. Still, it would ultimately be up to him, that is, if Peter still even decided to ask him in the near future. Fitting into the team was an obstacle as well and he idly wondered whether or not Tony would be put off by a talking raccoon. He actually saw the two of them becoming friends with how into taking things apart the two men were - between both of them, his ship would be dismantled in less than an hour.

"Go ahead, that’s what I’m here for," he answered, gesturing to the monitors. He sank down into what was normally Gamora’s seat, looking over Tony’s shoulder. Waiting a moment, he glanced down at the phone before looking back at his own readings. "So, what do you think, Stark-sy?"

[numberoneavenger]

It didn't take long for Tony to completely submerse himself in the technology as he examined the monitors. He had to admit that the atmosphere was actually kind of nice. If he was still feeling generous after he finished copying the data for his personal use late, he might compliment the kid. Jamming to music while he worked was one of his favorite things to do. Of course, he wouldn't normally work somewhere so cluttered which is why he was taking most of the work back to his own place. 

The readings were like nothing he'd seen before, and there was something incredibly worrisome about them. He furrowed his brow and tapped a few instructions into his phone before using his fingers to project the readings in the air between him and Peter so that they had a better view. "I honestly have no idea what this is," he said pointing with his hand as he talked. "But this seems vaguely familiar, but I'm not sure what about it is touching home." Frowning, he closed his hand, affectively getting rid of the projection and swiftly pocketed his phone. "I'll do a little more research and get back to you," he promised. 

He stood up, ready to leave already as he was already anxious to get started. "By the way," he added, narrowing his eyes at Peter as he shook his head,  "Don't call me Stark-sy again." He started to move to show himself before clapping his hands together. "Right, I'll need a way to get in touch with you." 

[madameblackwidow-blog]

The situation was stressful as it was over at S.H.I.E.L.D, but of course, Tony always managed to amp it up. It didn’t really come as much of a surprise; having Iron Man roam the hallways and causing chaos wherever he stepped was starting to become a regular occurrence. No matter what anyone tried, it wasn’t enough to keep Tony at a clear distance. Much to Fury’s dismay, it was if Tony’s favorite pass time was annoying the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha made a mental note to suggest that they both just lock up their offices.

However, no one can deny that despite the trouble Tony Stark might cause, he was a valuable asset to S.H.I.E.L.D - even Natasha could admit that, although it pained her to. She wouldn’t so much consider Tony a friend, like Steve or Clint, but more as an associate. Someone that she could call up just in case they needed help and knew that he would come prepared with a plan every time. Hell, it was no secret that duo barely even trusted each other - not as if that was even an issue with Natasha.

Natasha nodded her head to the side, dismissing the riled up workers and sending them to go do a more useful task. “It’s never just friendly with you, Stark,” the red-head responded, never slowing her pace and making her way towards her office. “Maybe you should try not bossing people around whenever you showed up. Fury takes care of that already.” There was no point in even shooing away Tony since chances were he wasn’t going to listen and just do whatever it is he pleases. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. Things have gotten a little.. hectic, haven’t really had a chance to take a break,” she said making her way behind her desk. “I’ll make sure to sign up for a tour next time.” 

[numberoneavenger]

Tony could only grin, making himself even more comfortable in Natasha’s extra chair and he reached over to grab a random medallion off the desk to idly play with his hands. It was a habit he hardly realized he was doing. “Why can’t I just have friendly visits, huh?” He questioned her with a raised brow as she walked in and sat across from him. “Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite fellow Avenger. See how’s she doing. See how much she’s still wrapped around Fury’s finger.” Tony shrugged, throwing the piece into the air and easily catching it before leaning forward to place it back on the desk.

Tony didn’t always get along with most of the other Avengers but he at least respected some of them- and Natasha was definitely one of the few that he really respected. At least enough not to hold the pretense for too long that he wasn’t there just for a friendly visit. “Alright, I know you guys know something’s going on and I came for information,” he admitted, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his legs. “Fury knows better than to leave me out of anything, because I’ll find out anyway and I’d like to stay in the loop if we’re going to have to gear together again.”

[ancwstart]

Logan pulled a face at Tony before shaking his head. “Yeah, sorry Stark, I’m not sleeping with ya.” He narrowed his eyes before reexamining the ‘art’ work that Tony was so keen on not allowing the mutant to touch anymore. Grunting, Logan gave Tony a sharp look before reaching forward and picking the piece up to make the billionaire nervous, or to at least drop his levelheadedness for a few moments. After all, it was fun to make Stark lose his cool every once in a while.

"Pepper wouldn’t harm me, besides I’d make nice to her, maybe even take her out for a beer and a good time." He smirked before gently setting the statue down. Leaving the artwork alone for now, Logan crossed over and stood opposite the bar as he nodded towards Tony to make him a scotch as well. "Alright, I’ll trust him." With a shrug, Logan slid onto one of the seats before placing his elbows onto the bar and pointing at the billionaire.

"He saw me do what I do best. Besides, the kid asked for it, I couldn’t possibly say no to him." Another smirk, Logan chuckled to himself before tilting his head and squinting his eyes at the other man. "So what you’re saying is that they run better than us and they mix better. Got it. Hell, maybe I should consider joinin’ them." It would be interesting, but Logan couldn’t really imagine himself out in space. He barely liked to ride in the Blackbird. "Have you talked to him yet?"

[numberoneavenger]

Tony just rolled his eyes, Logan's comment having taken a moment to register. Instead keeping a close eye on him and his proximity to that statue. A part of him knew that Logan was purposely trying to rile him up while another huge part of him didn't trust him. He pressed his lips together tightly and narrowed his eyes at the other man. As soon as Logan put the statue down he let out a breath of relief that he didn't even realize he'd been holding.  "Underestimating that woman might just be the biggest mistake of your life one day," Tony warned wistfully, a smirk playing on his lips again as he resumed pouring the two of them a drink. 

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head as he raised the glass to his lips, taking a drink as he listened to Logan, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again. "I wouldn't give them that much credit. They're basically a bunch of outcasts," He paused and pointed at Logan with his glass before continuing, "So basically you'd fit right in." A grin stretched across his face for a moment, amused. Of course, he realized what that would say about him giving that he had been giving the team some thought too, but he left that part out for now. "Not yet, but I've been planning to. Just haven't gotten around to it yet. No sure how I feel about you beating me to the punch... even if it weren't by choice." 

[starlooord]

Peter nodded in answer to the question, though it felt like much longer with all that had already happened. “Yeah, I did. Earth is great and all but do you know how many places there are that I haven’t been yet? You probably don’t, so I’ll just say that there’s a lot. I probably won’t even be able to see them all before I’m gone.” That thought always made him upset, though all he did was give a sigh. “So I’d like as much time as I can get.” A wistful smile crossed his face. “Besides, other places need guarding too. I’m sure you know how ruthless aliens can be.” He winked at Tony, impressed at how the man had fended off the Chitauri in space. 

"And the ladies? Oh man. That’s reason enough." He gave a laugh, shaking his head. "I think you’d like it, as into science as you are," he ended with, amused by how Tony was attempting to appear indifferent by his ship. "It’s okay to freak out, you know. It’s pretty damn cool." Moving over to the stereo system he’d rigged up, he bent down, opening a drawer full of cassettes he’d acquired over the years going back and forth to Earth. Pulling out a black tape, he loaded it into the deck and pressed play, AC/DC beginning to flow through the ship. "Heard you’re a fan," was all he gave in explanation before switching on the monitors to pull up the record of the readings.

Standing aside, he gestured for the Avenger to give them a look. “Weird, right? They might be nothing but if they turn out to be something and I left, I’d feel like a jackass. So I’m letting S.H.I.E.L.D. take a look at them too.” 

[numberoneavenger]

Tony gave Peter an appreciative smile, nodding in understanding. He knew all too well the threats that were out there- and he wasn’t naive to think that he had seen everything that the galaxy had to offer as far as threats. “Sure you can handle all that space, kid?” He asked cheekily, unable to stop himself from making at least some kind of comment.

With another chuckle, Tony moved to make himself comfortable (or as comfortably as he could) in a chair I front of the consoles, pulling out his phone as he did so. He turned his head as ACDC starting playing and looked over to the cassette player that Peter was messing with. If he hadn’t been concerned with the fluctuations that he’d been brought on the ship to see, he’d have some serious questions about that player. It looked way too out of place and he was surprised that he didn’t notice it earlier. Tearing his gaze back to the console, Tony nodded. “You could say that.”

Easily finding the program he needed on his phone, he set it down in front of Peter’s computers. "Do you mind if I take a copy of these to get a better look on my own software?" He asked more out of formality's sake than anything, already messing with his phone so that he could transfer the readings. 

[starlooord]

"I’ll be here all week," Peter answered with a self-satisfied smirk, not caring if Tony’s answer was intended to be sarcastic or not. He at least hadn’t responded negatively and that was counted as a victory. "Or hopefully I won’t if we knock this out of the way quick." As much as he liked it down on Earth, there was a reason for his alias and he wanted to be out of there and lording over the stars as soon as possible. Besides, Earth already had the Avengers looking out for it; he preferred to stick to guarding the rest of the known galaxy.

Tony’s curiosity was a good enough reason and he could share in that line of thinking, honestly remaining curious regarding the technology used to power the Iron Man suits, even considering asking for one of his own. That would make for some nice protection. “Feel free to look but the minute I see you tinkering with wires, you’re out of there,” Peter teased, wagging a finger at the man. At the question, he gave a shrug and made an indifferent noise. “Like I said, I can’t read them but they’re random and not the normal stuff you’d get from Earth. There’s way too much activity happening.”

Leading them to the ship, he opened the hatch of it, letting Tony in first before closing it behind him. “Here she is. Great, right?”

[numberoneavenger]

Tony chuckled, but didn't comment on the kid's cheeky reply. But he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his second comment. "Ready to skip town already? Didn't you just get here?" He was curious if he just hated being on earth that much or if he just genuinely loved being out in space that much. His answer might actually help persuade his decision about his thoughts on going into space with their team. His only experience so far hadn't been one he liked remembering, but he wasn't daft enough to think that it wouldn't be better with the proper equipment. 

He could only smirk at the request from Peter, his fingers already itching to get their hands on the ship before he even saw it. It wouldn't be easy, but he'd respect the kids wishes- at least for now. He wouldn't in a million years let Peter touch his things so he understood. He pressed his lips together and nodded, it didn't give him much information to go on, but he hadn't expected anything much better than that. 

As soon as he saw the ship, all previous plans to hold a pretense that he wasn't impressed was basically ruined. It was practically written all over his face. Of course, once he was inside, it was different. Still impressive, but he wasn't a fan of the clutter. "She's alright," he replied nonchalantly, though the look on his face still probably resembled a kid in a candy shop.  

[starlooord]

At the prompting, Peter started to follow the other man, catching up with his stride so he could talk with him directly. He had honestly expected them to go back inside to discuss what he’d found and whether or not Tony wanted to buddy up. From what he had heard, the Avenger wasn’t always on the best of terms with his other teammates, which had been surprising to learn - he had always assumed they would be a tight-knit bunch, even the god of thunder, though it did make sense seeing as Tony had the whole lone wolf-thing going on. 

"Couple days ago," Peter answered, then gave a laugh. "No, I got them telepathically," he responded, amused with the clarification. It was a good gauge to see whether or not Tony shared his sense of humor and whether or not they would be getting along, though he didn’t see much of a problem with that. When asked to see the ship, however, he felt a swell of pride, a grin appearing on his face at the question. "Of course you can. I don’t know how cool it’ll be compared to your technology, but I’m pretty proud of it myself," he continued, switching directions to begin heading towards the Milano. 

[numberoneavenger]

Tony side eyed Peter as they walked, unsure at first whether or not he had actually been serious. "Ha ha very funny," he nodded, his lips twisting into a tiny smile. It was easy to appreciate the kid's comeback, hoping it was a good sign on how quick on his feet this guy was. If they were going to work with other, it was important that he was able to keep up. He at least seemed somewhat intelligent too which definitely helped. But it was too early to really tell and Tony had learned too well that first impressions weren't everything.

"It's something I've never seen before, that's enough to scratch at my curiosity," he admitted, following Peter when he started to lead the way. Ever since the attack on New York and his stint through the warp hole, Tony had been tinkering with the idea of exploring space more and had even been working on a suit that would be better equipped to break past the earth's atmosphere. "Tell me more about these readings."

[loki-forever]

[madameblackwidow-blog]

The sound of Natasha’s black heels tip-tapped against the hard tile floor. She kept her hard gaze set forward as she passed the fellow workers of S.H.I.E.L.D., not really bothering to make any acknowledgment. Then again, that was just the usual. However, it wasn’t all that uncommon to see the assassin trailing through the hallways - most of the time, making her way to Fury’s office. When Natasha wasn’t out on a mission, she spent her days and most of her nights at headquarters, making sure things stayed in check. On the other side, it wasn’t as if Natasha even had much going on outside of her espionage work. It wasn’t something that bothered the red-head too much having already accepted the fact and figured that maybe it was for the best. More time to focus on keeping the world safe, that couldn’t possibly be a bad thing. 

She continued making her way towards her office, ignoring the talk around her that was really none of her business. As she was coming up to a turn, Natasha could heard what sounded like loud talking from down the hallway. It seemed too out of place compared to anything else and she was beginning to think that trouble must be stirring. As she got closer, she realized that the voice was a bit too familiar - and of course, it belonged to none other than Tony Stark; the trouble making poster child.

"Tony Stark," Natasha spoke, making her presence known and putting an end to whatever mess the billionaire was causing. "And to what do we owe this pleasure?"

[numberoneavenger]

With everything that had been going from the oncoming threat, the fluctuations that not only he had noticed, but Peter Quill as well, Tony realized that two weeks between visits to the S.H.E.I.L.D. Headquarters. He liked to show up every now and then to touch base, make sure he was kept up to date, annoy Fury. It was routine stuff, really.

It never failed every time he came by, someone would try to stop him from going into some room or even being there at all which really only made him want to do it even more. He was honestly disappointed that they still hadn't gotten the hint. So it wasn't much a surprise this time around that an associate stopped him in the hall and attempted to stop him from messing with things.

The argument had barely started when he heard one of the few voices associated with S.H.E.I.L.D. that he actually liked to hear. His lips curled into a smirk as he turned his head to look at the woman. "Just paying a friendly visit," he lied. "You know, as many times as I have saved the world, you would think that I would have just a little more respect." He added sarcastically, glaring at the young associate before directing his attention back to Natasha and walking into her office uninvited. "I'm a little offended. I keep getting guests at my place and not one of them have been you," he teased, sitting down in one of the chairs in her office and tilted his head to look behind him making are she had followed him in. "I've completely remodeled since those aliens so rudely tore it up."

[ancwstart]

Logan nodded sympathetically, understanding what it felt like to have to start over when someone or something destroys everything that you lived up to. Or in Tony’s case, everything he owned. The pacing that the man was doing only slightly got on Logan’s nerves, as he felt that sitting still was a better advantage than chaotically moving around. Smirking at the man as he denied his request, Logan gave him a half shrug. “That’s a damn shame, I could really use a beer. And besides, I’m an Avenger too, don’t I get access to your stuff?”

Raising a brow, Logan slowly stood and stretched all the while scratching at his backside. It’d really been a while since the mutant had settled longer than fifteen minutes into a place, and Tony’s home seemed to be a little too comfy for him. Crossing the room to look at a statue, Logan squinted at it and began to poke and prod it’s protruding ends. “What the hell does this thing do? Besides make an eyesore to anyone that looks at it?”

Looking over his shoulder at the taller man, Logan let out a gruff ‘hmm’ before turning to fully face him. “I’d rather beat the information out of him, but it’s actually just easier asking you.” Giving another shrug, Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “Met the kid yesterday, seems nice if not annoying. Talks a lot, kinda like you. But anyways, any good details about him? Like, can he be trusted because somethin’ might have happened up in Canada that involved me and he might have seen it. Gotta cover my back.”

[numberoneavenger]

Tony scoffed and quicker an eyebrow at the mutant on his couch. He barely got along with half the Avengers anyway so it was actually laughable that anyone would think that have them special privileges. Of course, it was easy to get annoyed when they would just waltz into his place and make themselves at home. He also knew Logan enough however to know that he hadn't been completely serious. "Sorry buddy, it takes a lot more than that to get special privileges from me."

Stopping his pacing, Tony pulled out his phone to send a quick message to Pepper about his unexpected company. He was just putting his phone back into his pocket when Logan spoke up again, and when he looked up he saw that he moved. "That is art, And it's very important so keep your paws off it." It was childish, but he couldn't help but smirk at that. It was something that he would say to anyone, but saying it Logan made it even funnier. "Trust me on this, you don't want to mess with Pepper's wrath if one thing on that statue gets harmed."

He was genuinely intrigued by the fact that Logan had already met the infamous Peter Quill, if not a little jealous even that he beat him to it. He wouldn't let that part be known to the mutant though of course. An amused chuckle slipped past his lips when the other man finished and Tony walked past him to a little bar he had set up in the room and poured himself a small glass of scotch before raising a brow at Logan in question to see if he wanted a glass despite just denying his request for a beer.

"I don't even want to know what that poor kid probably saw, but my guess is you can trust him. Unless you have him good enough reason to not trust you," he started, giving him a look before continuing. "But if he stayed to chat then I'm going to guess you don't have anything to worry about. Of course that's just an educated guess." He paused a took a sip from his glass and shrugged his shoulders. "From what I know about him and his team is that they aren't much different from the Avengers. Except they aren't as...political or run by idiots who like to keep the people that are working for them completely in the dark."