At Worlds End
Avengers
Part Five: Just, So Much Testosterone
Words: 4,831
Warnings: Arguments, the reader is just trying their best and trying to help ppl, shooting a gun, yelling, threats and challenges to fights, an explosion.
Summary: Tensions arise among the team, leading to arguments and disdain, only for it all to end in a bang.
A/N: If you didn't know already, I feel like I should just let you all know now, I do not like Steve Rogers... or Bruce. Also, I just want to clarify that I know the reader seems like a boot licker here, but they're just a part of a super-secret agency and are trying to keep it that way, while also trying to help the world and defend that. Just like Natasha. Bc, they're both agents.
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That third cup of coffee had really worked wonders on you.
Deciding it was best to leave the designated break room before it turned into a fourth, you headed to the lab that was given to Tony and Bruce to work in as to find the Tesseract.
But you weren't the only one who thought the same thing.
"-If we bypass their mainframe," was the first thing you heard come from Tony's mouth as you stepped through the doors, "And direct route to the Homer Cluster, we can clock this at around six hundred teraflops."
"You're doing what now?"
"Oh, hey, Y/N." Tony smiled, moving away from his 'Stark Industries' case, making his way towards the scientist and Loki's spear upon the worktop.
Bruce chuckled at the man, "All I packed was a toothbrush."
"You know, you should come by Stark Tower sometime. Top ten floors, all R and D. You'd love it. It's Candy Land."
"Oh, that's a lie," you stated, plopping down onto one of the wheeled seats, spinning around on it, "The real Candy Land is the giant-ass pantry. Snacks galore in that thing."
"Thanks, but the last time I was in New York, I... kind of broke... Harlem," Bruce denied the man's offer as the billionaire grew closer, playing with a metal stick in his hands.
"Well, I promise a stress-free environment."
"Speaking from experience, that does not exist around you."
Tony turned to reason with you, "That's because you've never been with me in the labs."
"I was literally there when you shot yourself into the ceiling. There's been so many times when I was in the lab with you."
"I... forgot you were there for that," he replied, pointing to you with the think metal rod, before turning back to the scientist, "But I promise, there'll be no tension, no surprises."
With the sound of an electric zap, your friend plunged the rod into the side of Banner's torso, causing him to groan out in pain.
"Did you just tase him?" you asked, "trying" to keep the laughter out of your voice.
Just as Tony leaned in close to survey the scientist's face, Steve strutted through a set of doors, disdain on his tongue.
"Hey!"
"Nothing?! Tony asked, shrugging his hands up as Bruce looked at him shocked and confused, holding his side.
"Are you nuts?"
"Jury's out."
"Yes," Tony and yourself spoke at the same time.
"You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret?" he continued to ask the doctor who had returned back to his work, "Mellow jazz, bongo drums, huge bag of weed?"
You shrugged. "That'd work for me."
"Is everything a joke for you?" Steve regarded the man.
Pointing the stick-thin taser towards the blonde, Tony replied, "Funny things are."
"And what about you?"
You startled back slightly when Rogers turned his incredulous frustration upon you, glaring down at where you sat.
"Oh, I do think everything's a joke."
The man huffed angrily, unable to look at you for a few moments.
"You're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and you're fine with this." He gestured back to the genius.
"He's fine!" You motioned to Banner.
"But there's a chance that he might not have been." Steve turned back to the billionaire. "Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny." You pointedly rolled your eyes behind the man, allowing Tony and Bruce to be the only ones able to see. If Bruce wasn't so busy with his work, that is. "No offence, doc."
"If he's 'Doc', does that make you 'Grumpy'?" you sassed, coming to stand at the end of the table, between the three.
"I-I- It's alright," Bruce stumbled over his words, "I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things."
"But that was a zappy thing." You pointed out the thing still in Tony's hands.
"You're tip-toeing, big man. You need to strut."
"Oh, now, that I agree with." You nodded at your best friend's words which were aimed at Bruce. "You're clearly hating the fact that you can turn into the green giant when it's about time you came to terms with it. It's a part of you. Get used to it. Because it's only gonna be worse for you in the long run if you keep being scared of it."
Tony gestured a hand to you, thankful for backing him up in such a way. "See-"
"You don't get it," Bruce shot at you, trying to keep his frustration at bay, clearly showing that you had hit a nerve with the man. But, it also seemed that you had a natural knack for that anyway.
"No, I think they do," Tony came to your defence, "You need some confidence."
"And you need to focus on the problem, Mr Stark," Steve snapped."Do you think I'm not?" he countered, "Why did Fury call us in? Why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables."
"You think Fury's hiding something?"
"He's a spy," Tony reasoned, "Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging him, too," he spoke around a mouthful of blueberries, gesturing over to Bruce while keeping eye contact with Steve, "Isn't it?"
"Uh..." Bruce, hating all of the attention, and the thought of having something that could possibly turn into a heated discussion, waved his hand, not wanting to be involved. "I- I just want to finish my work here, and-"
"Doctor?" Steve prompted.
Much to the thanks of Banner, Tony turned the attention over to you, much to your dismay.
"Y/N?"
'Shit.'
Glancing to and fro at each of the men now watching you intently, you raised your palms up in mock surrender.
"Why is everyone looking at me?"
"Well, you're the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent here," Tony reasoned, plucking a blueberry out of the silver packet in his hand and tossing it for your to catch, keeping up the friendly atmosphere as he practically interrogated you. Letting you know that he meant no malice behind it, "You were at the site that combusted in on itself. You chased after Loki, didn't you?"
"Hey, I was there because I helped pluck the thing out of the ice. They just assigned me to it out of minimal familiarity. Also, the fact that I could protect it better than most others."
What you said was true.
But it wasn't the whole truth.
Quite frankly, it scared you how easily you were able to lie to your friend with all your experience over these four years of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
It wasn't that you wanted to lie to him. It was what you had to do. No matter how much you hated it.
Ironically, the exact thing that the doctor didn't want was what he brought onto himself.
All eyes turned on him when his voice suddenly filled the room.
""A warm light for all mankind". Loki's jab at Fury about The Cube."
"I heard it," Steve nodded.
"We all did. Well... not Tony."
"Well, I think that was meant for you." Banner pointed to the man you just spoke of, who jutted out his back of fruit, offering the man some. "Even if Barton didn't tell Loki about the tower, it was still all over the news."
"The Stark Tower?" Steve asked for clarification, "That big, ugly-" Tony regarded him, as only someone could when another insulted them right in front of their face. "-Building in New York?"
"It's powered by an Arc Reactor," Bruce explained, as the men starred each other down, "A self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for, what, a year?"
"It's just a prototype," Tony informed, "I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now. That's what he's getting at."
"So... why didn't S.H.I.E.L.D. bring him in on the Tesseract Project? What are they doing in the energy business in the first place?"
Three pairs of eyes turned to you, once more, silently picking you for answers.
You shrugged your shoulders the best you could with your arms crossed over your chest.
"Don't look at me. I just work here. I don't make decisions about-" You waved your hand over to what Bruce was working on, vaguely referencing the Tesseract, "This stuff. The most I do is lead my own missions sometimes."
"Are you really telling me that you know nothing about the thing you've been working around," Steve asked incredulously.
"I'm the muscle, Rogers. I don't make the decisions on what the organisation does. I don't know things because I'm not authorised to know."
"So they never talked about it around you?" Tony questioned next.
"Probably, but you know me, I don't understand that shit. The scientists there used about five different big words that were, like, nine paragraphs long, just to say they're going out for lunch. There was no chance that I would be able to understand what they were doing with The Cube."
Once again. Not a lie.
However, you did know what their aim was with the Tesseract.
'To create energy weapons to combat extraterrestrial threats.'
"Y'know what? Don't worry about it." Tony waved his hands. "I'm looking into it, once my decryption program finishes breaking into all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Secure Files, that is."
Your brows ticked up slightly at that. But Steve was the one to speak up first.
"I'm sorry. Did you say you-"
"Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge."
'Oh, so that's what he planted at Fury's consoles.'
"Can't say I'm surprised," you spoke humouredly, striding to stand beside your best friend.
"You're okay with this?" Steve shot.
A shrug from you. "There's no stopping him. And it's not like he hasn't done it before anyway."
And then it dawned on you. He was going to find out what you had been a part of.
Shit.
"In a few hours, I'll know every dirty secret S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?" he offered the blonde.
"Viewing party?" you joked, snagging some of the fruit for yourself, only further ticking Steve off with your words.
"Back on the jet, you said you didn't like people knowing things that they weren't authorised to."
"That was about things that didn't involve them," you squared up to the man. Shoulders stiffening, line of sight equal to his own, "Entitled people knowing what they have no business being a part of. But it seems, to me, that things are being kept from the people tasked to find the Tesseract when it could be vital information. Now, I don't like Tony looking into things that don't involve him, like past missions that have nothing to do with this, but trust me, when Tony has his mind set on something. He's gonna do it."
"You could arrest him," Steve pointed out.
"And where would that get us? There's a fight coming, and we all know it. You really wanna take one of the best players out of the game for finding out more information that's needed?"
A harsh breath poured from the blonde's parted lips, turning back to Tony, "Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?"
"An intelligence organisation that fears intelligence? Historically, not awesome."
"Oh, we don't fear it," you gave your input, "We just don't want it spread willy-nilly... well... Fury doesn't. Trust issues. But, y'know, we don't want it to accidentally get into the wrong hands."
"I think Loki's trying to wind us up," Steve spoke his own theories, "This is a man who means to start a war, and if we don't stay focused, he'll succeed."
"Well, no fucking shit, I think we all got that considering, well, everything."
"We have orders. We should follow them."
"Following's not really my style," Tony remarked, finishing his sentence by throwing a few more blueberries into his mouth.
Rogers pulled back slightly, judgement in his eyes for the man that wasn't like him, "And you're all about style, aren't you?"
Tony cocked his head to the side at that.
"Of the people in this room, which on is, 'A', wearing a spangly outfit." He pointed at Steve. "And, 'B', not of use?"
"Steve?" Bruce called over to the man softly, "Tell me none of this smells a little funky to you."
"Just find The Cube," the blonde replied with attitude, exiting the room swiftly.
"Guys been out of commission for seventy years, and he still acts like he's the one giving orders."
If only you knew how truly nosey Steve Rogers was.
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"As soon as Loki took the doctor, we moved Jane Foster-"
"You idol's a real ball-buster, you know that?" you asked, striding up to Coulson, slapping your palms in a pattern upon his shoulders, not long after exiting the lab, "And I don't mean that in a good way."
The agent chuckled lightly at your interruption, a far-away look overtaking his face. "That's why he's Captain America."
"That's why he's a pain in my ass."
As though your words had snapped him out of his daze, Coulson shook his head with a clear of his throat, turning back to the patiently waiting Thor.
"-They've got an excellent observatory in Tromso. She was asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She'll be safe."
"Thank you."
"You've really got to speak to her after this, Thor," you told him, shaking your head in remembrance, "With what Eric's said, it's the last she deserves."
Thor looked awkward for a while, then moved on, changing the conversation from his complex love life.
"It's no accident, Loki taking Eric Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he's done. Eric is a good man."
"He talks about you a lot," Phil informed.
"Pretty sure he's your number one fan."
"You changed his life," the agent continued after your truthful joke, leading the way from the computer with Jane's picture on the screen, "You changed everything around here."
"They were better as they were."
"That's really depending on who you ask."
"We pretend on Asgard that we're more advanced, but we come here, battling like Bilge Snipe."
Your face contorted in confusion, Phil asking the question for you.
"Like what?"
"Bilge Snipe," Thor repeated like it was a creature as common as a dog or cat, "You know, huge, scaly, big antlers," he prompted, miming along with his words, "You don't have those?"
"I don't think so," Phil denied, with slight humour in his voice.
"They sound disgusting, and now I must see one."
"They truly are repulsive, my friend," Thor told you, patting your arm with the back of his palm, striding away from you towards the tall windows at the front of the bridge, "They trample everything in their path."
"Sounds like my dad when mom makes waffles for breakfast."
Thor peered out of the windows, troubled by the situation. So much so that he didn't ask you what waffles were.
"When I first came to Earth, Loki's rage followed me here, and your people paid the price. And now, again. In my youth, I courted war."
"War hasn't started yet," Fury said, joining the conversation from his place on the short, metal staircase beside the blonde, "You think you could make Loki tell us where the Tesseract is?"
"I do not know. Loki's mind is far afield. It's not just power he craves. It's vengeance... upon me," Thor explained, "There's no pain would prise his need from him."
"That's one hell of a way of sayin' "no"."
"A lot of guys think that." The Director began making his way down the stairs, stopping around halfway. "Until the pain starts."
"What are you asking me to do?" Thor questioned the man now leaning towards him against the metal railing.
"I'm asking, what are you prepared to do."
"Loki is a prisoner."
"Then why do I feel like he's the only person on this boat that wants to be here?"
With a snap of your fingers, you pointed to the Director.
"That's exactly what I've been thinking. Do you think he's trying to do an old switch-a-roo on us, to get info without us knowing, or?"
"That's exactly what we intend on finding out."
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Your shoulders jutted in surprise by the sudden crackling of the comms in your ear, Natasha's voice pouring through.
"Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab. I'm on my way. Send Thor as well."
With a deep sigh, you lowered your head, gearing yourself up for the work that was ahead of you.
You knew it was too good to be true for Loki to come so easily.
"-What is "Phase 2"?"
Oh, boy.
You came at the perfect time.
A loud clatter of metal against metal sounded throughout the gleaming lab, alerting you to Steve Rogers placing down one of the old HYDRA weapons from storage.
"Phase 2 is S.H.I.E.L.D. uses The Cube to mane weapons. Sorry, computer was moving a little slow for me."
"So, you're a hypocrite and decided to go through government property yourself after that whole schpiel you made?" you remarked.
"Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract," Fury walked closer to the man to explain the thing from his past, "This does not mean that we're making-"
"I'm sorry, Nick," Tony interrupted, calling over to the Director, spinning the screen around to face him, showing the blueprints for one of the weapons, "What were you lying?"
"I was wrong, Director," Steve stated, "The world hasn't changed a bit."
"Must make you feel more at home then, huh?"
"Did you know about this?" Bruce inquired the red-head as she followed in behind Thor.
"Did you?" Tony prompted next, staring deep into your eyes.
With your half-hearted shrug, soft shake of your head, and apology in your eyes. A flash of betrayal flew across his. And you knew, it was more so the fact that you had kept it from him, more than anything else, that pained him.
"You want to think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?"
"I was in Calcutta," he replied to the woman, in a chuckle, "I was pretty well removed."
"Well, situations change. Roll with the punches, Banner."
"Loki is manipulating you," Natasha stepped forward to explain, just like her boss did not long before.
"And you've been doing what, exactly?"
"You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you."
"Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy."
"It's not about her getting 'a little "twitchy"'," you butt in, using air quotes, gaining a glare from the scientist, "It's the fact that we know Loki's ploy, and you being out here is putting the whole aircraft in danger."
"Yeah, well, I'd like to know why S.H.I.E.L.D. is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction, so I guess none of us get what we want."
"Because of him," Fury spoke, pointing a lone finger towards Thor.
Glancing side to side, Thor asked, confused, "Me?"
"Not you personally, big guy."
"Almost four years ago, Earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town," Fury explained to the members of the group, who didn't understand his reasons, "We learned that not only are we not alone. But we were hopelessly. Hilariously. Outgunned."
"My people want nothing but peace with your planet."
"But you're not the only people out there, are you?" Turning to Thor, Fury continued, "And you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched. That can't be controlled."
"Like you controlled The Cube?" Steve referred.
Thor spoke up then, moving closer to the gathered group in the lab, "Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it and his allies. It is a signal to all the realms that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war."
"Thor, you came here on accident," you voiced now, "What if you were anyone else? What if you were your brother? What if you had more powers than the world combined? We would have been up shit creek without a canoe, never mind a paddle. This is a just in case. Insurance."
"Wait," Steve said, looking straight at Thor, "A higher form of war?"
Jutting your thumb out to the bigger blonde, you said, "He's basically an alien, Rogers."
"You forced our hand. We had to come up with something."
"A nuclear deterrent. Because that always calms everything right down," Tony countered the Director.
"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark."
"It's not to start a war, Tony."
The man looked at you almost as if you were a stranger. "And all this coming from the person who used to hate the fact that I made weapons."
"I used to hate the fact that you profited off of war. This isn't for money."
"I'm sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck-deep-"
"Wait- Wait. Hold on." Tony raised his hand to the Captain. "How is this not about me?"
"I'm sorry, isn't everything."
"Chose your moments, Rogers," you warned the man.
"I thought humans were more evolved than this."
"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?"
"You treat your champions with such mistrust."
"God, it's like Thanksgiving," you whispered to yourself.
"They're not my champions."
"Are you boys really that naive? S.H.I.E.L.D. monitors potential threats," the red-head by your side criticised the bickering men.
Turning to her, you muttered, "God, they're like children." Gaining a nod from her in return. Banner soon jumped at the chance to start an argument with her.
"Captain America's on threat watch?"
Sighing, you reached for the gun in your holster, about to do something incredibly unauthorised that would get you into mountains of trouble later on.
"We all are."
Checking that it's loaded.
"Wait, you're on that list?"
The safety was off.
"Are you above or below angry bees?"
'Above angry lionesses, Tony.'
A round in the chamber.
"Stark, so help me God, if you make one more wisecrack-"
Arm raising high.
"Threat! Verbal threat. I feel threatened."
Gun, facing the ceiling.
"Show some respect."
No wires or important instruments overhead.
"Respect what?"
Bang!
Maybe doing that in a room filled with highly trained individuals was a bad idea, considering as soon as you pulled the trigger, all eyes were on you, and hands were on weapons, ready to fight.
But, too late to take it back now.
Not that you would.
"Everyone shut the fuck up!"
You flinched when dust fell down on you, looking up only to find it, obviously, coming from the hole you had just made in the ceiling.
"Yeah... that's coming out of my paycheck."
Thor gestured to you as if to prove a point he was about to make, "You speak of control, yet you court chaos."
"Put your gun back," Natash hissed at you once she was close enough, pushing your arm down to your side herself.
You deposited the weapon easily, the discharge of it doing nothing to stop the angered words flying around the room.
"That's his M.O., isn't it?" Bruce asked, staring right at Fury, "I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no, we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're- We're a timebomb."
"Think you're projecting there, Banner." A slap to your arm caused you to incredulously mouth over the word 'ow' to a glaring Natasha.
"You need to step away," Fury tried to reason with the scientist, stepping closer to the man.
"Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?" Tony questioned, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder, which was soon smacked off.
Your words fell on deaf ears, as your friend was too busy arguing with the blonde to hear them.
"Because this isn't a controlled environment, Tony. People could get hurt."
"You know damn well why. Back off!"
"Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me."
"'Ey, Tone," you called over, "Quit it with the flirting. You got a girlfriend."
"Yeah. Big man in a suit of armour," Steve challenged, circling the man as if they were in a boxing ring, "Take that off, what are you?"
"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist," he listed. Gaining a tick of the head from Natasha, and a nod with pressed lips from you, in agreement.
"I know guys with none of that worth ten of you... I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself."
Natasha peered at you at the audible way your breathing changed. Only to see your body tense and fire behind your eyes, directed at the one and only Captain America.
"You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."
"I think I would just cut the wire."
"Always a way out," Steve commented after glancing around the room, "Y'know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero."
"I'm gonna beat the shit outta him," you growled low in your chest, the woman by your side the only one able to hear it.
Not that she could stop you if she tried, with strength alone, Natasha's hand quickly flew up to hold your wrist, stopping your advancement onto the man.
You didn't even look away from the Captain until a squeeze pulled you away. Your eyes glanced from the hand wrapped around your wrist to her green eyes, silently telling you to relax.
Releasing your tight fist was half of the battle, the rest following soon after. Shoulders dropping, breath you didn't know you were holding pouring for you, some of the anger washing away.
Ignoring the hostile conversation between the man came to a sudden end at Steves's challenge.
"Put the suit on. Let's go a few rounds."
Taking a step forward, you sneered at the blonde, "As much as I would love to see Tony kick your ass. Now is really not the time, Rogers."
Thor laughing made you all turn to face him in confusion, "You people are so petty... and tiny."
"Yeah, this is a time," Banner remarked sarcastically.
"Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr Banner back to his-"
"Where?" He interrupted the Director, "You rented my room."
"The cell was just in case-"
"In case you needed to kill me. But you can't. I know, I tried." A sudden pitty filled you for the man you could hardly stand. "I god low. I didn't see an end. So, I put a bullet in my mouth, and the other guy spit it out. So, I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk."
"And we would like there to be less of a threat. So, if you would please exit the lab," you tried again through gritted teeth.
The man scoffed, shaking his head at you, "I'd rather not, thanks. You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?"
Your eyes zeroed in on the thing within the man's clenched fist, your own hand moving to rest upon your weapon once again. Training took over, along with Natasha and Fury, who did the same.
"Dr Banner," Steve spoke up, gaining the man's attention, "Put down the sceptre."
The scientist was shocked to find the sharp thing within his hand, gingerly placing it back onto the worktop behind him, just as the case Tony brought began to beep.
"Got it."
"Sorry, kids, you don't get to see my party trick, after all."
"You located the Tesseract?" Thor inquired as Bruce moved over to read the information on the screen.
"I could get there fastest," Tony offered his help quickly.
"The Tesseract belongs on Asgard," the blonde God stated loudly, "No human is a match for it."
"Uh, rude."
"You're not going alone!" Steve yelled, gripping Tony's arm as if to stop him from exiting the lab, the brunette quickly disarming his hand from him.
"You're gonna stop me?"
"Put on the suit. Let's find out."
"Not the time, Rogers!" you yelled, "I took you out of the ice, don't make me put you back in there!"
"I'm not afraid to hit an old man."
"Tony," your voice came out as a whine now.
"Put on the suit."
"I swear to God, if I have to stop you two from having your petty little fight when this important stuff is going on, you're going to regret it, till your final fucking days."
"Oh, my God."
"Oh, what now?" you turned to Banner, arms flopped down by your sides, exhaustion clear on your face, "Where is it?"
The man had no time to answer, as in the next second, the room erupted with an explosion underfoot, sending you flying into the lab's floor.
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