t w e l v e / can anyone plan a party?

Following Bruce out of the kitchen, they found themselves reentering Tony's workroom, where Peter was laid out on one of the tables. His eyes were open, and he was talking, the polar opposite of what he'd been doing(well, not doing) just a few minutes ago. 

"I'm telling you, I don't know who did this to me. It's like, once they were attacking me, I just blacked out. Like I was drugged or something." Peter reached up to rub his eyes, the fatigue showing through his movements. He hadn't been up all night, or used up a lot of his energy, but being told that he could have just died sure took a lot out him. And Cara didn't blame him. 

"Maybe you were," Clint pondered, keeping his hands occupied by holding an arrow in them, twirling it around in his fingers. 

"How do you know?" Cara put in, making her presence known as she walked her way up to the table her cousin was laying on, still in his dirtied suit. 

Clint answered without missing a beat. "Okay, even if these...Skull people aren't as technologically evolved as other bad guys we've taken down, I wouldn't put it past them to use drugs on their victims. I mean, it's an easy way to knock them out, or get them under their control."

Bruce nodded. "You're right. There's a way we can figure it out, though..." he trailed off as he marched over to the minibar(Tony always seemed to have one in every single room), grabbing a small, plastic cup. Making his way back, Peter seemed to catch on.

"Wait, hold up..." he knit his eyebrows, and held his hands out, resisting it when Bruce tried to hand it to him. 

Nat rolled her eyes. "Come on, kid, don't tell me you've never been drug tested."

His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at her and replied, "I haven't."

Stifling her sympathetic aww, Cara sidled up to where he was now sitting, and patted his back. "I've done it plenty of times. It's not nearly as scary as you think." She took the cup from Bruce and handed it to her cousin. 

Tony was unimpressed by Peter's lack of willingness, and smirked. "Do you need someone to go in the bathroom with you, Spidey?"

The teenage boy blushed furiously, and snatched the cup. "No," he said quickly, the word coming out in frustration.

He shuffled out of the room, and up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. It was silent for a few moments, but then he returned, and asked, "what happens if I don't have to pee?"

Cara nodded at Steve, who filled up a glass of water. "Down this in a few swallows and you'll be fine," he said smoothly, but that didn't soothe Peter at all.

"Uh, okay," he said, took the glass, and disappeared up the stairs again.

Clint raised an eyebrow at her. "Have you actually gotten drug tested before?"

She smirked, let out a giggle, and shook her head. "No. My school used to do random drug tests, but I was never picked."

"So you lied?" Tony looked as if he were turning it over in his mind before he grinned. "Nicely done, CJ."

"Sorry, what?" She knit her eyebrows at him. 

"Your initials. CJ," he said, in a duh tone. 

Cara rolled her eyes. "I will never understand where you guys get this stuff from."

There were footsteps on the stairs, and when Peter poked his head through the door, she asked, "Are you good?"

He shook his head, though. "No, I don't think it--" he made a face of sheer shock, and turned tail, stumbling up the stairs as fast as he could possibly go. "Never mind!" He shouted down the stairs to the group. "Just give me a second!"

Nat snorted, shaking her head in amusement. "Poor kid."

They waited, making small talk, until Cara's cousin(he felt more like a little brother, though) made his way into the room again, holding the cup gingerly. "Um, Bruce...?" He said, and avoided everyone's eyes. 

Not that it was hard, none of them wanted a peek at the liquid inside the plastic cup, some of them even squeezing their eyes shut(this was Cara). 

Bruce led him out of the room, presumably up to his lab, and the two boys disappeared, leaving the rest of the group to contemplate what to do about the situation.

"We could blow their asses out of the sky," Sam suggested good-heartedly, and Scott nodded.

"That sounds like fun," he added.

Wanda gave the two men an are you serious look. "Even if that was possible," she drawled in her seductive accent, "you wouldn't be able to pinpoint a location as to where most of them are. They're all over, like we said. Skull is everywhere."

"So what do we do, then?" Clint asked, waiting for the twins to come up with an idea, as they obviously seemed to have the most information on the secret organization.

"We wait," Pietro said conclusively, crossing his arms. 

Scott scrunched his nose in disgust. "Isn't that a little...anti-climactic for the Avengers?"

Wanda shrugged. "It's the best thing to do. We don't know who they are, or where they're going to strike next. So for now, we wait for them to come to us. We should just focus on finding Steve's friend right now."

Cara reached over to squeeze Steve's hand reassuringly, and he squeezed hers in response.

Tony held up his hands. "Okay, we can't just surrender, though. That defeats the purpose of waiting."

Nat raised an eyebrow. "And you have a better idea, I assume?"

He winked playfully at the redhead. "Damn right I do, Red." He clapped his hands together. "Can anyone plan a party?"

The room was silent. "Excuse me?" Cara scoffed.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, unimpressed. 

Tony shook his head in mock disappointment. "Wow, you guys really don't understand how to do this type of thing."

"Do what, exactly?" Cara asked.

"Well," Tony began to explain, "if we're just going to sit around and wait for these asshats to show up, then why not throw in a little surprise while we're at it?" 

"Yeah, still not getting it," Nat rolled her eyes.

"They'll come to defeat--excuse me, attempt to defeat us, and we'll throw them the best going away party ever."

"Going away?" Cara was still confused, and very unconvinced.

"Yeah, 'cause they'll be...whatever," he rolled his eyes. "Just leave it to me, I guess I have to do everything around here." He slouched out of his workroom, dragging a pile of papers with him.

Nat folded her hands. "Okay, does anyone know what that was about?"

"No idea," they all chorused.

"But I wouldn't underestimate him," Steve added, "never underestimate a Stark. If there's one thing I've learned in my ninety-eight years, it's that."

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