Tony locked himself in his lab for the next two days. not letting anyone not even pepper in. no matted how hard they tried. not that anyone tried very hared the only ones to come to the door where pepper and bruce'y. 

they brought him food and bruce tried apologizing for Clint but Tony didn't care. only opening the door to retrieve the food once they'd gone.  

and really what the fuck was Clint's problem any ways. he knew thing's have chanced but Clint being this much of a dick hurt, more then Tony would every admit, even to himself.

Tony lost himself in his work, not stopping not sleeping. just flat out work. most people thought that his none stop work was what caused him so much stress. but it wasn't, the working, the creating was the only thing that let Tony relax. it was the deadlines the people that he had to work with that caused him so much stress.

it was 6am to days after Tony had told them about there new assignment and bruce had spent all his free time before leaving researching. he hadn't found out much, to the rest of the world this school there headed to is just another school. 

sighing bruce closed his computer and placed it in his duffle bag that was sitting on the floor next to him filled with some things he'd need while at the school. 

Bruce looked at the clock on his nightstand an sighed it was time to head out. and he really hoped that Tony was read to go, because if he wasn't Steve and Clint  would go nuclear. 

after Tony had stormed out of the gym Clint some how managed to convince Steve and nat that Tony was a mutant hater and the ( I have metal in my chest) was bullshit. 

but Bruce didn't buy it. if Tony hated mutants then why ask them for help with the invasion? and that's another thing that's been bothering bruce, Tony had said that it's only fair there return the favor, but for all the news bruce had seen, he hadn't seen anything about the X-men. 

everyone was on the landing pad even Tony was getting on the jet. 

"are your suits broken or something?" Clint asked Tony when he to got on board. he his hair was a mess so was his shirt and pant's, he was even wearing sun glasses. not even taking them off once in the jet 

"don't fell like flying in the suit". he grumbled as he ever so slowly lowered himself into a seat. keeping his face blank. to blank in bruce's opinion. some thing was wrong, he could tell tony's breathing was slow  shallow and labored. 

"your really that much of a asshole that your going to pout because we have to go pertected a bunch of kid's that have never done anything wrong, other then be born different then you". Clint  said as he grabbed the back of tony's seat a spun it around making Tonys head spin and pounded even worse. which in turn make his stomach roll like the goddamn sea.

Tony didn't respond partly because he didn't want to be dry heaving for the next five minutes, but mostly because because it sent the Paine in his chest from a 50 to a 55 out of ten.

but luckily  for him he didn't have to answer because bruce came to his aid. 

'leave him alone Clint', bruce said marching up to them." I don't know what your problem is but fuck off, can't you see somethings wrong with him". a small smile spread across tony's face. hearing bruce swayer was just so funny and if laughing didn't make him fell like he was going to die he propel would have. and it was only made funnier by the fact that Clint was so mad at him for hating mutant's oh the look on the other mans face if he realize just who Tony was. 

'my problem is this". Clint gestured at Tony, "theres nothing wrong with him he's just a asshole who thinks he's two good to be here". and as if to prove his theory that there wasn't anything wrong with Tony Clint kicked the armrest of tony's seat causing the chair and Tony to spin. 

maybe if Tony had had time to perpair for the blinding pain he wouldn't cried out. but he didn't have time so there was know stoping it. 

panting Tony had to fight with every ounce of control not  to let his power send Clint bruce and every thing within a five mile radius flying off the face of the earth. but with putting all of his will power on controlling his telekinesis he was powerless to stop the phoenix power from burning bright in his eyes. good thing he was wearing his one way sunglasses, so no one could see the bright blue glow. 

up to this point Steve and Natasha had been outside checking there weapons bags to make Sure that they had everything they would need. but what they found when they boarded the jet wasn't something either on of them were expiating to say the least. 

Clint was sitting in of of the seats across from Bruce, yelling something about Tony faking it, and bruce  who was sitting on his hooches in front of Tony and turning more then a little green was yelling back that Tony most diffidently wasn't faking it. 

the man there where arguing about didn't seem to be with them. he was pale shakey with sweat running down his face and heck. and if it worn't for the fact that Tony was rocking back and forth  a little the Steve would have thongs Tony was dead. because if looked as if he wasn't even breathing.

"what's going on here". Steve demands as he and Natasha fully enter the jet.

"Clint made a ha sound and said. Tony's faking sick so he doesn't have to go with us." 

"no he's not". bruce snapped eyes flashing green.

and Steve would have to go with bruce on this on. Tony didn't look so good'

"what's wrong with him?'' he asked bruce. 

" I don't know for sure, but I get a pretty good idea". why don't you just ask JARVIS, Natasha sighted.

"good idea" 

'JARVIS what's wrong with Tony?' bruce asked tony's AI. 

"I'm afraid I can't say Dr. banner"  the AI reply sounding genially sorry. 

why not? Steve asked looking at the roof of the jet, even though Tony as told them hundreds of times JARVIS wasn't there. 

"because he's faking that's why."  Clint said. three sets of glaring eyes set themselves on Clint. 

"he can't tell you because I ordered him not to" a small weak voice startled them all into whipping there heads around to see Tony looking at them. well Steve guessed it was at them what with the sunglasses he could have his eyes closed for all they knew. and what was up with the sunglasses anyway?

"Tony? hey you all right. what was that?" 

"bad headache that's all" Tony said and tried to smile but it came out as more of a girmes. 

" Tony there's know way that's all that was." "yes it can, and yes it was." 

"you try being awake for..... 'J'  how long have I been awake? 72 hours sir."

"there you go. you'd have a headache if you've been awake for 72 hours to, so I'm going to sleep it off with a 20 minute cat nap on the way there."

"it's only 20 minutes from here? bruce asked." 

"yup"

"now everyone shout up and let's get going."