“Avengers. We have a problem.”
“What’s this we stuff, SHIELD man?” Tony grumbled, glancing out one of his office windows to the wreckage the Chitauri had left strewn all over New York. Yesterday they’d beat the bad guys, saved the good guys, and kept the Big Apple from glowing in the dark. Today they’d just seen off Thor, the Tesseract, and his possibly brainwashed and definitely crazy adopted little brother. That didn’t mean the important stuff was over. “City to fix, huge spacewhale thingies to sample and incinerate, TV-grabbing philanthropy to do.” Not to mention an agent to mourn. Damn Loki; Coulson had been worth five of Fury, any day.
“My team could use some downtime, Director.” Steve Rogers’ words were all Captain America-polite, but the tone made Tony perk up with the prospect of imminent Fury-smackdown. Bruce looked tired, but not as bad as he had before their impromptu shawarma-fest. Barton and Black Widow… huh. Their faces had a careful blank of I might be interested but the boss may have bigger fish to fry. Which meant they knew something. Maybe.
“This should be a search and locate mission, Captain. No combat involved. All you need is a briefing.” Inserting a portable drive into one of the available computer ports, Fury gave Tony an eyepatched glare. “Assuming you haven’t hacked these already, Stark.”
“From the file properties, I can assure you Mr. Stark has never hacked these particular files, Director,” Jarvis stated.
Really? Tony tried not to bounce in anticipation. SHIELD had something he hadn’t poked? This should be good; he’d been sure Jarvis had-
And Tony ran his AI’s phrasing back through his head, and pulled on his best poker face. Oh, this was going to be interesting. Maybe life-threatening; scratch that, definitely life-threatening, this was Fury. But he was not going to be bored today.
A hologram blazed into life; an overhead shot of a small, young volcanic island. “Kamikura Island,” Fury stated. “Uplifted about twenty-one years ago some distance off the coast of Japan. Originally explored by two grad students; Takami Sahashi, and Hiroto Minaka.”
Uh-oh. “Minaka,” Tony stated. “MBI Minaka?”
Bruce seemed to hunch in on himself. “You know him?”
“I tend to know the guys in my tax bracket,” Tony said wryly. “Especially the ones who put up laser kill-sats. Which, I’m guessing, Japan is kind of regretting right now. I tried to warn them, but noooo, nobody listens to the gaijin warmonger.”
A/N: Tony. Just… Tony. *Amused.*