fandomtownies | Stark Industries, Saturday Afternoon

Tony	All Tony wanted this weekend was a nice, quiet time to sift through shipping manifests. It was mindless work, but it was distracting. That, of course, meant something terrible was bound to happen to him. Because his luck was the absolute worst these days. For some strange reason. It was like someone wanted to see him in pain... Weird.
Super Gross Aliens	The bad luck came in the form of a trio of brood bursting in through the door. There was the Queen, with tentacles at the ready, and she was flanked by two sleazoids, and none of them looked very friendly. Hi, Tony.
Tony	Which was why JARVIS set off the alarms in the shop. When had he had time to install alarms? Never-mind that now. "...you have got to be kidding me."
Gross Alien Queen	The Brood weren't at all fazed by the alarms. They heard a lot of them, usually right before the screams started. "Get him," the Queen hissed, and the other two immediately advanced on Tony to try and grab him with their tentacles.
Tony	WHAT DID TONY DO TO DESERVE THIS? WAIT. DON'T ANSWER THAT. "Nope," Tony decided, throwing the nearest electronic component at them and making a break for the armory.
Goddamn Brood	They had exoskeletons and interior skeletons, you think some electronics was going to hurt them? The two took after him, with one reaching the armory just before Tony should be able to get there.
Tony	...maybe? He wasn't a xenobiologist, okay? "Wow, are you ugly," Tony said, skittering to a stop and backing up. Yes, distract the crazy aliens with your wit, Tony.
Still Gross, Still Brood	"Just wait," the closer one said, wrapping a tentacle around Tony's middle to yank him into the air.
Tony	Wait for what? What was he waiting for? Probably the tentacle yanking him away. That was it, wasn't it? Tony did the sensible thing and punched at said tentacle, struggling to free himself. Yeah, about now he wished he kept that whole 'breathing fire' part of Extremis.
Brood Queen so majestic	The fire would have been a good move. The Queen advanced with a tentacle poised, and she came very close to stabbing him with it... and then she paused. And then she ran the tentacle almost lovingly against his face instead.
Tony	OH GOD, WHY. "What."
Brood Queen with good taste	"I have other plans for this one," the Queen decided. "He goes back to the ship with us."
Tony	"I strongly object to plans," Tony replied, renewing his struggles to escape. He was getting some Veranke vibes here and in no way did he like it.
The Brooooood	The Brood that had him hit him hard in the side of the head, because he'd be easier to transport like that. Tony's day was just going to get worse from here.

[What? I amuse myself ~~sometimes~~ all the time.]

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Steve, alerted by the alarms (thanks, JARVIS), came pounding down the stairs, shield at the ready.

"Aliens again?" he groaned to himself as he flung the shield--hard--at the Brood holding Tony. "Put him down."

Well, if you hit the thing in the head, gravity was going to take care of Tony getting dropped, Steve.

Even if that one got startled into dropping Tony (sorry, Tony), there were still two more Brood to deal with, especially one very dangerous Queen.

"You're not going to save your friend," she hissed, turning on him. "But if you'd like to be one of us, we can make that happen."

"Gonna have to pass on that," Steve replied, snagging the shield back from its ricochet and holding it in front of him.

The other sleazoid answered that by coming towards him and grabbing him around the waist by a tentacle. It was a way to get around the pesky shield, it thought.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, trying to reverse headbutt the thing as he flew up into the air.

Trying that with an alien covered in exoskeleton might give Steve quite the headache. The Brood didn't even really move.

"We have the important one. Do what you need to with this one," the Queen ordered, as the first sleazoid grabbed Tony again to start following the Queen out with her prize.

Didn't Stark work at... Stark's? Tamsin had been planning to stop by and check on the guy for, like, tech stuff, and if something was invading, well, she wasn't going to let it stop her.

She pushed open the door into the shop, and... stopped. "Okay," she said slowly, "What the hell are you, ugly?"

"We are Brood," the Queen announced.

Tamsin rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well, Ugly," she said, "You mind dropping that guy? He buys free drinks."

Or he was going to if she wound up having to save his butt from this.

Steve twisted so he could try to punch the giant thing with many, many teeth in the face.

Because that's how Steve rolled.

The giant thing decided to throw Steve as hard as he could against the wall.

"Fine, have it your way," Tamsin snapped, pulling a small dagger out from under her jacket. She lunged at the large thing while it was distracted.

Stabbity stabbity.

The dagger could do some damage, but she'd have been better off with the sword. While the sleazoid made a sound of pain, it reacted by smacking her to the side to get her out of the way.

Tamsin wasn't much of a sword girl, though.

Not that it mattered, as she went sailing at the wall about as hard as Steve had.

Damn it. She felt like an amateur.

"Go," the Queen ordered, and the sleazoid carrying Tony started out first.

If the Brood had any concept of 'cute,' they would have thought this whole scene had been it.

"No," Steve cried groggily from his spot on the wall, flinging his shield, which had fallen conveniently close to him, at the Tony-carrying sleazoid.

It was too late. The Brood were already to the door, and Tony was gone.

Stark Industries, Saturday Afternoon

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