I'm going to take up a little bit of time here to dedicate this chapter to all my reviewers. Namely to thank you guys, because you really are awesome. Special dedication goes out to MirrorFlower and DarkWind, because you've been there for every chapter of this fic, you always have a review for me that's positive. To that anonymous person known as TheDR, you're cool too. But only cuz I actually know who you are. To BurningInWater-DrowningInFire, this review has got to be one of the few times I've actually been called talented :D Thank you. To Corantien, you are awesome too. Good thing my mental cookies have been put to good use. To LolaKelley, intensewhatever, Slyther-On-In-Sherlock, Aggie12, reader (anonymous), ScarletReidGubler, forgetmenotjimmy, and yourmelancholywhore, your positive reviews… just blew me away. Just made my day. Also, a shout out to OneTooManyHeadAches, glad to be your Steve/Tony addiction dealer. Quite frankly I'm addicted too :P And lastly I'd like to say a huge thanks to whoever that person known only as anon is, because they said this was their favorite Avengers fanfiction… and that when they saw this was updated it just made their day and they were squealing and jumping up and down. I mean… wow. I've never had any of my fics be considered good enough by someone to be their favorite… this is certainly a first. This is to you, all my wonderful reviewers! To you!

They met the other Avengers at jet dock six. Of course, some of the Avengers were missing; namely, Bruce and Thor. But the both of them would show up later, of course, because it was rather obvious once you thought of it, that Loki would use Stark tower as his place to launch the oncoming alien attack. But the rest of the Avengers were there; Natasha, aka the Black Widow; Clint, aka Hawkeye; and now, of course, Steve Rogers aka Captain America, and Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. They were assembled and ready to do battle.

"So this is our plan. Hawkeye and I," Natasha started, nodding at Clint, "will take the jet, shooting down as many of whatever Loki decides to bring here. Captain, you're staying on the jet with us until Thor and Bruce get here, and then you're fighting with them. Tony, you and your suit are obviously going to take to the air, but you're going to try to stop these things as soon as they leave the portal. I expect Thor and Bruce to be in New York shortly after us, since when they fell out of the Hellicarrier it wasn't far from the city. And speaking of city, here we go." Natasha opened the door to the little plane, letting Steve get in first, then climbing into the gunner's seat next to the pilot, Clint, leaving Tony standing all on his own at the jet dock. Feeling a sudden urge to talk to Steve, he opened up a communication feed between only himself and his… well, it wouldn't be right to call Steve just a crush now, but he couldn't say boyfriend because that wasn't something they agreed on… oh screw it, Steve was his boyfriend.

"Hey Steve."

"Tony, not now."

"Why not? I might not get to talk to you again until after the battle, because one of us might be dead."

"That line sounds familiar."

"Yeah 'cause you used it on me to get me to go talk to you in the lounge room, remember?"

"Ah, yes. Now I do."

"Nervous for the battle?"

"I think I'm actually less nervous now than I was an hour ago."

"Was that when you were talking to me?"

"Yeah. It was."

By now, the jet was taking off and Tony was flying alongside it. Deciding to be the obnoxious person he could occasionally (read: normally) be, he tapped his metal-encased hand on the bulletproof glass that was the little window next to where Steve sat.

"Hey, look out the window."

He could see Steve's smile out the little window. "I see you, Iron Man."

"Not looking so bad yourself, Captain America."

"You know what, Tony?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I'd kiss you and tell you the same, only kissing is out of the option at the moment, so all I'm left with is to tell you I love you too."

"Wow, the famous Tony Stark is secretly a hopeless romantic. How cute."

"Not quite. I'm a hopeful romantic, because I'm hoping neither one of us dies in the next few hours."

"You're funny. None of us are going to die, I'll see to that. Well, for you anyway. If you die… well, just don't, okay? Just don't."

"Roger that, Captain."

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny."

And with that last note, they were in the city, the gleaming towers glittering in the distance, the waters surrounding Manhattan Island shining like a star. Unfortunately, the apocalypse was beginning.

Oh, shit.

Sorry if the chappie is short, this is just a filler chapter until we can get to the real smackdown epic battle against aliens and Loki. Unfortunately, this fic is soon over. I will be starting another fic soon, called "The Melting Point of Iron." Please review :)