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Chapter Five

Get up go out. Get up go out. Quite boring, but that's life supposedly a ripple in the timeline excites everyone don't lie. A memory once forgotten brings back out feelings crime strikes a cord within your heart. It's those things that make life living. Comfort and ordinary can only sustain a person for so long otherwise life gets boring and not worth living.

"Yes, what can I get for you?"

"Um…" The man was taken aback, he knew he was good looking but he just didn't swing that way.

"Yes?"

"Can I get another round for the table?"

"Sure coming right up."

"Thank you."

This Captain guy looked disappointed when their conversation ended, he couldn't place it but he looked familiar. It was a likely assumption as the bar had news and a "super hero" group was bound to be on the news and he would have glanced up at the TV screen at some point. The bar was crowded tonight not unusual for a Saturday night but it was getting close to two a.m. and almost time to close and he was becoming dead on his feet. Usually Jill was in and helped ease the flow but tonight it was just him she had some wedding or girl thing to do he never asked.

"Alright guys five minutes till close."

(Boos)

"It's two in the morning and it's not decent I've got to get home."

It took a good ten minutes to get everyone out and call a couple cabs for the highly intoxicated some people just liked a good time. The bar was a mess and he was the lucky one to clean it up tonight or rather this morning. Man manners had really gone down hill not that he would know. The memory holes plagued his every thought. He couldn't relax for a second the need to put up the façade of portraying a regular guy consumed him.

Ah letting out a deep breath, happy to be finally done and head home Jarvis was probably upset, he had promised him a nice walk when he got home and unfortunately it'd have to wait. Quickly locking up he headed to his car. Apparently he was not the only one who was eager to be at his car. That super secret boy band of super heroes was waiting for him.

"What can I do for you?" He didn't want any trouble just wanted to get home.

"Do you not remember us, Tony?" The one with glasses and grayish black hair and purple shirt asked.

"I'm sorry but I don't know who you are; I just want to go home now if you would move... please."

"Forgive us; you just look like a friend of ours who went missing years ago."

"Well I'm not him and I've had a long night and don't have the patience to deal with your super secret group and problems. Leave before I will call the cops I don't care if you saved the city, try me."

"Alright let's go sorry about the inconvenience this is all just a misunderstanding. " It was the blonde one again. Finally they could comprehend that he meant business.

They left albeit slower than he would have wished but thankful that it happened. He was right Jarvis was mad but all was forgiven after being given a healthy serving of left over steak. He couldn't get over the feeling of déjà vu shaking it off he headed for bed. Restless he had to take a shower the growing feeling of being dirty overwhelming his system. He hadn't felt this way in a long time nerves did this to him his obsessive compulsiveness had gone away when he had finally relaxed into his position at work, there was a need but it was easily satisfied when he stopped thinking about what he lost. He could now rest his weary bones until his next shift.

Avengers Point of View

They had messed up…no they screwed up everything. Tony was alive or at least a man who looked like him was. The most puzzling thing about it was why didn't they know who he was and how'd he survive. The doctors pronounced him dead he saw the light go out. There was always the possibility that they were wrong but the gut feeling was so strong. He didn't see a light on the chest no matter how hard Steve looked with his super serum eyes.

"It's got to be Tony." Clint remarked, "No one else would get hostile in ten seconds flat or be that impatient. "

"But he said he didn't know who we were and we're not exactly the most forgettable type of people even if we didn't see eye to eye." Steve theorized.

"Maybe that's it then; if you wanted to start over you'd go for something familiar and somewhere you would never be seen."

"That explains it then being a bartender would be easy for him…it provides access to alcohol which as we know was very familiar to him and talking to people in a light hearted manor. Obviously he was always a secretive man and he wouldn't go where he had a house because it would have been visited by any if not all of shield and he can't hide everything dust can prove a lot of things. Oregon is as far as he could get while remaining in the country, it's a quiet town and has hardly any action requiring our skillsets." Of course it was Natasha who gave that kind of explanation, who else could know that but it's not proven.

"What about him genuinely looking like he didn't remember us?" Thor curious as he still was far behind in any understanding of deceitfulness.

"If you wanted to hide…if you really wanted to don't you think you would be good at it before you were to come out into the public? Before any undercover operation I studied and tested myself on anything. He knows how to hide and clearly he's good at it. He had to have researched life in this part of the country."

"I don't know, something just doesn't feel right about this." It was surprisingly Bruce who had remained silent to add in this last remark."

"While we're here we will keep tabs on him to see if we can catch any discrepancies. Now everybody get some shut eye it's late and we've had an eventful day."

Clint had to bite his lip from responding to the captain with a sarcastic remark.

Coming Soon:

When he woke up the next day he couldn't get the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Walking the dog, taking out the garbage it felt like he was never alone.

Tell me if you like it and if you have any ideas. It is going to be picking up now as they have reconnected at least on one side of it. Still there will be no sexual content or very explicit language as sometimes it takes away from the reading. Sorry it's short and not the best I wanted to put a little humor in it although it's not my forte and I just really wanted to post a chapter. I should be working on my novel for national novel writing month but I'm only good with tragic characters if you have any suggestions please let me know. My p.m. box is always open for anything about this story or the other one or maybe you want to talk. I know some characters are OOC and I'm working on it Tony of course is different from how he used to be. Thank you again. I'm going to get on a better schedule and stop obsessing over Sherlock as you know it's quite addicting and making me happy indecently (reference sorry).

Chloe