Hey, guys. Sorry if the next chapter doesn't upload soon; I'm working on another Avengers fanfic. So, yeah. R'n'R! And Wolverine whump... Mwahahahahahahaha!

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Tony Stark sat in the bathroom, staring in the mirror. He kept blinking and rubbing his eyes, but every time he looked they were still the same.

"This isn't happening!" Tony cried, but when he looked into the mirror they was still there.

"Hey, Tony? Are you okay?" Natasha's voice floated to his ears.

"Yeah, Stark, we don't have all day! Some of us need to-"

"Okay, Capsicle, we don't need to hear that!" That was Clint.

"Son of Howard! Why is it you are taking your time in that minuscule room of baths?" Thor was shouting over the other's comments. Tony clawed at his face, wishing them away.

At one o'clock in the morning, in the day after Tony had noticed the problem, he packed all of his equipment, grabbed his suit and left swiftly, using a private exit only he knew about. The exit was a hidden door in the ceiling of his room, and he climbed up a stepladder and pulled himself through the gap. Crawling quickly, he managed to be out on the roof of the tower unnoticed - or so he thought. He was about to assemble his suit and make a quick escape before anyone heard him, when he heard a voice.

"Where you goin', Stark? And why are you wearing sunglasses? It's one o'clock in the morning, if you haven't noticed!" Tony cursed his luck. Turning slowly, he saw Clint perched on a ledge, looking down at the traffic below. Clint turned his head to look at Tony, and was glad that his reflexes were good - Tony had wanted to get away so badly he was attacking Clint. Clint flipped away, and grabbed the ledge. Tony swung a haymaker, which was was easily blocked by a sturdy forearm, then Tony crashed to the floor as a result to a round-house kick to his abdomen. Clint was barely breathing any quicker than normal; whereas Tony had to wipe the perspiration from his brow. He got up again, and darted behind Clint. He delivered a quick jab to Clint's side, but his arm was grabbed and he found himself on his back, winded. Clint put a foot on Tony's chest, and frowned at the man. Tony pushed his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes.

"Tony! Stop this madness! Why are you- Agh!" Clint cried out as Tony grabbed his knee and sent an electrical current through him. He collapsed, and Tony called intercom to collect Clint's body. The rest of the Avengers burst through the trap door - Tony had stupidly forgot to shut it in his haste to leave - and Tony almost wished that he didn't have to leave. But he did have to go, so casting a last look at the people he felt close to (except maybe Natasha) he used his suitcase suit and flew off. Then, practically roaring with anger, Tony used his repulsor to quickly fire a shot to his pursuer. Thor fell and rolled, dangerously near to the edge of a skyscraper roof. Mjölnir tumbled down to the street below, out of reach. Tony flew away, unsure of where to go but sure that he must find someone who could help him.

Wolverine furiously scratched and stabbed the men as they attempted to drag Professor X away. As the last man fell, bloodied and broken, and Storm landed back on the ground, a loud crash sounded from inside the mansion. He spun, and ran back towards the mansion. When he went through the door, he was met by a red and golden metal man lying on his back, groaning softly. Looking up, there were gaping holes trough every floor.

"Who are-" Storm began to ask, but Wolverine beat her to it. He hauled the man upright, and sliced off the visor to the helmet with his claws.

"Whoa, whoa, easy tiger!" The man smirked, then yelled as he crashed onto the floor. A metal claw slit a short, shallow cut across his cheek. Tony was furious - he hadn't slept or eaten for days, and here he was having injuries inflicted on him by a stranger. His repulsors charged up and fired right into Wolverine's left shoulder. Wolverine stumbled backwards, then gasped as the wound stayed gaping wide no matter how hard he willed it to heal. He stared at Tony with a mingled look of confusion and fury.

"What... have... you..." He looked up, and his eyes flashed dangerously. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? WHY CAN'T I HEAL?" His claws raked the suit's chest and then screamed as a blast hit him full in the chest. After countless more shots, Wolverine fell. He crawled across the floor, towards a discarded gun. Tony suddenly realised that the suit was going haywire - it was firing off random shots in all directions, with no warning. As Wolverine extended his hand towards the gun, the repulsor fired and his hand blackened and began to bleed profusely. Wolverine screamed as a blow hit him in the face.

"Jarvis! Shut down suit!" Tony yelled over the explosions and yells of agony.

"Yes, sir. Suit powering down." The suit whirred and the lights flickered, then went out. Storm looked up from Wolverine's blackened form to see a rather bedraggled and shocked man emerging from the suit. Immediately her eyes glowed white.

"Why are you here?" Tony looked at her, then shook his head wearily.

"So it all started when..."