Hello, everyone. Some things you need to know:

-Tony disappeared when he was three during a robbery and is presumed to be dead

-Tony is sixteen and (obviously) younger than the rest of The Avengers. There's just an extra generation added in so Steve knew Tony's grandfather

-Everyone else is their normal ages and in The Avengers or SHIELD

I do not own The Avengers or anything Marvel Universe related and this was not made with the intentions of making a profit.

While he's not one to brag, Tony has to admit this is probably the largest amount of trouble he's gotten into in about ever. There have been some pretty big ones too. The exploding coffeemaker, the exploding, wow, a lot of them were about things he accidentally blew up.

It really starts off innocently enough. Okay, that's probably a lie. A dark stretch limo pulling up to him in a dark empty street shouldn't be judged as a good thing. The day itself had started off innocently enough, though. Tony got up, went out into the city, and got some money from some ATMs…That he didn't actually withdraw from his bank account per say since he doesn't have a bank account. So, yeah, nothing about this day was particularly wholesome.

Anyhow, to the limo.

Tony minds his business as much as he usually minds his business on the walk back to his hole of an apartment. He might spend a little too much rent money on parts for his "hobbies." Tony looks around and crosses into an alleyway to take the shortest route back. This is when all of his trouble begins.

Not long after he enters the alley, something else enters the alley. The sleek limo crawls it's way toward Tony and stops just ahead of him.

Tony attempts to pick up his pace, feeling more than just the twinge of fear for the usual mugger with a pipe. He pushes the money he had gotten earlier that day deeper into the pocket of his hoodie. It isn't that much because, let's face it, only newbs take more than 200 at a time. He wouldn't mess up any of the ATM codings, duh, but people nearby get suspicious when a bunch of hundreds slide out. Suspicion doesn't work out well.

He almost clears the limo when the front door is thrown open. Tony takes in the stereotypical muscle guy in front of him and steps back, looking over his shoulder.

He looks back to the man and does his best to assess the situation.

"Hey, there. Funny how we keep seeing each other, today." Tony says sarcastically. He had caught eye of a man earlier that day and unless there are multiple people too large to fit in an average door, it's the same guy. The sarcasm, well, it just comes naturally to pretty much however he might assess something.

Mr. Personality says nothing but jerks his head to something directly behind Tony.

Tony raises his eyebrow at the man and hesitates to look away. The classic get the guy to look away and then knock him out from some movie he had snuck into earlier that year came to mind.

The teen does jerks around, though, when he hears a cough from behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Jones." A lanky old man greets with a German accent. "I suppose the fates are in my favor to come across you again."

Tony's actually not tempted to laugh at the classic evil scientist German accent. Whether he likes it or not, this is actually a serious situation. Crap.

"Not interested." Tony tells Dr. Creepy. "Good luck with the next guy who comes around, though."

The old guys mouth morphs into what is probably his own most charming smile, making Tony want to shudder slightly. Dr. Creepy has the kind of smile that gets people to cross the road. Ten blocks away.

"Well, enough of this simple minded chatter. Get in the car, child." The man's voice hardens when he says child.

Tony has to appreciate the directness of Dr. Creepy. He reaches into his other hoodie pocket and pulls as quickly as he can while looking inconspicuous on a purposely loose thread.

"Child?" Tony starts, hoping to buy himself some time. "While I'm not feeling to much like handing over my I.D to you, I assure you I'm a perfectly reasonable age."

Tony leaves the man to decide what reasonable is and continues to pull at the lengthening length of thread in his pocket. For some reason people seem to react positively to the word reasonable.

"Victor, please help Mr. Jones into the limo." Dr. Creepy tells Mr. Personality, Victor, whoever he is.

Victor advances toward Tony. His steps seem to echo across the pavement.

As he comes closer, Tony notices a little insignia on Victor's black pocketed shirt.

Not wanting this to get any stickier than it already is, which is about super glue on a hot circuit board, Tony finally gets the thread completely out and reaches into the small pocket that has opened up.

The teen hears a beep from the button he had pushed on a metal cylinder and throws it toward the wall of muscle.

A flash of light erupts from the device along with sudden banging noises from all around the alley.

Tony darts to the side and curses at his own handy work. He might have made this one a little too strong. It takes him a couple of seconds longer than it should have to stagger around the corner so it didn't come to that much of a surprise to Tony when he feels Victor's big, stupid paw suddenly gripping his shoulder on an already slightly sore from an old bruise area.

He yelps at the pressure and lets himself fall backwards.

Victor must have be slightly surprised at the teen falling back so quickly, even for Tony's scrawny size, because his grip loosens. It gives Tony another chance to make a break for it.

With speed that comes from having to run from people a lot, Tony picks himself up and throws himself forward, making it to the other side of the street.

He continues on for a block before he makes the totally newb mistake, which really can be understood considering that most people are new to being almost all black limo and big muscle guy kidnapped, of trying to look back over his shoulder.

There's a reason that people say don't look down when you're climbing a mountain. It's not because if you do you might accidently trip over one of the many bottles that litter the street, but there is a reason. Tony does not have time for this reason because at the moment he does trip over a bottle while pulling a newb and looking over his shoulder.

He grunts as he hits the ground on his unfortunate shoulder. It always has to be the bad shoulder, doesn't it?

Soon the rest of him can be referred to as unfortunate as Victor the personality catches up and not so gently heaves the boy, okay more like effortlessly pulls, the boy over his shoulder.

Dr. Name Still Unknown has gotten into the driver street of the limo and pulls it up next to Victor and his new and deceptively smart captive.

"Why most it take you so long to capture one boy, Victor?" The German accented man asks him with disdain.

Victor opens his mouth but is cut off.

"Do not answer." He sighs and rubs his forehead as he makes his way back to his seat in the back of the limo.

Victor says nothing and opens the door opposite of his scorner. He deposits Tony into a seat. The door closes with a click.

Victor gets back into his seat in the front. A beep is heard over the speakers and a voice comes out into the cabin.

"Do hurry, Victor. This boy is not the only one to be followed today." The doctor says from his seat in back.

For a moment, the glint of a silver skull with six arms can be seen from somewhere inside the vehicle.

I hope you all enjoyed because more is on the way. R and R! I like questions, concerns, and compliments. Fine, critical criticisms also welcome.