Here is the end. And yes, it's The End, because I have 20k of other fic I need to write in the next 30 days so help me God (or Thor. I'd take Thor).

Chapter 5: Introducing Russell Mark II

Tony didn't surface for a week. Bruce took pity on him the second day and starting bringing him food, if only to keep the alarm quiet. Tony always looked like he was busy with real work whenever Bruce actually got through the coded door, but he knew that the pieces of the toy Dalek were hiding somewhere nearby and that Tony must be working on it at times when he thought no one would bother him.

'Thor is really very sorry,' Bruce told him on day two as he handed over a plate of stir-fry.

'He smashed it to pieces. With a hammer. With The Hammer. You don't think that was overkill no matter what Russell did to him?'

Bruce tried to hide the smile. 'Yes, quite.'

'Well, it won't happen again.'

'That's good,' Bruce agreed and then paused. 'Wait, why won't it happen again?'

A slow smile pulled across Tony's mouth. Bruce stopped himself from thinking how reminiscent of Loki it was. 'Wait and see. Wait and see.'

A week later, Tony showed up in the kitchen, alone.

'I have a surprise. But first, Thor,' he turned to the demi-god. 'I swear on every single one of my suits, that if you touch this thing with the Hammer I will make certain you never set foot in this Tower again. Clear?'

Thor looked a little uncertain about the intensity in Tony's voice, but he answered anyways, 'Yes, friend Tony.'

'Good. Natasha? No guns.'

She looked just a small bit disappointed.

'Right then! I'd like everyone to meet Russell...Mark II!'

The noise started low, from down the hall; the faint drone that was reminiscent of the Iron Man tech. It grew steadily louder and became a concerted hum. And then around the corner, a not miniaturized Dalek appeared. It was deck out in red and gold glory, which made Steve immediately snort. It came to a stop level with Tony. 'Master,' it intoned, in a much lower-pitch voice than the mini-toy had.

'Yes?' Tony said, smirk evident even in his voice.

Clint peeled with laughter. Natasha didn't even both to thump him on the head.

'Russell, I'd like you to meet everyone. Everyone, this is Russell.'

No one said a word, except for Clint, who was laughing so hard he couldn't even form syllables. Finally, Bruce drew out an extended 'Hello.'

'Russell, this is Dr. Banner.'

'Doctor,' it intoned.

Clint actually fell off his chair. Bruce nearly followed. Tony had managed to get the perfect pitch of voice to sound like Nick Briggs on his best day. It was terrifying and very impressive at the same time.

Tony gave them all his best 'I am Tony Stark and I am Awesome' look. 'Good boy, Russell. Now, what are the rules?'

'No explosions,' it uttered, in the self-same voice. 'No attacks on...Master's friends.' The toilet plunger made a circular motion. 'No revolutions.'

Tony was nodding along with each rule. 'Exactly,' he said at the end. 'Definitely no revolutions. We can't afford to have the kitchen appliances revolt. Well, I can, but that's really not the point. So, in turn for Russell not shooting out anymore lights and such, he remains undamaged, right?' Tony raised an eyebrow at his team.

They nodded. 'Yes,' Thor intoned.

'Good. And the next time the evil aliens invade, we'll see how they do against the ultimate, universal evil alien.'

Steve's voice had a strange note of interest in it. 'How many of those things can you build Stark?'

Tony just smiled.

Thank God that's over with. Please, Muse, no more? I can't take the insanity! And I have a HBB to write!