Heyya! So this is my first ever Avengers FanFic! Go me! So anyway, this is one of those 'I can't sleep and it's 5am and oh wait I have an idea!' jobbies.

If you guys like it, then I'll continue writing it, I know the basic plot but thats all.. so I'm open for suggestions if I do carry on so you know.. Reviews welcome!

Probably some Pepperony (OTP guys 3) and maybe even some whump of other characters later on who knows? It's in Avengers but it's gonna be mainly Iron Man/Tony Stark based. Avengers are from the movie.

So yeah. Enjoy! :D

P.S- I own nothing :( Not Avengers, or that slight mention of the Hunger Games :(

"Pepper.. Please?" He begged for the millionth time that evening. They were at a party. One of the most boring party's Tony had ever been to. The main reason; no alcohol. He was bewildered that a person could throw a huge party, suit and all, with not a single drop of the liquid anywhere.

"No, Tony." Pepper replied curtly, smiling as a couple came up to them beaming vibrantly.

"I'm gonna find Clint." He told her, nodding and smiling at the couple before they could strike a conversation and walked off.

He made his way to the mansions gardens, dodging people and giving brisk 'how are you?'s to people trying to talk to him. Fifteen minutes later he found himself outside, the cold night air a relief after the stuffy room he'd just left. Spotting trees, he began to walk towards them. Clint would probably be there, and it also meant he could empty his bladder without queuing for the loo if need be.

"Clint?" He called, staring into the blackness that engulfed him. These people were millionaires. Why didn't they have little lights on the trees?

A high pitched squawk sounded and he jumped backwards.

"I don't like you anymore" His surprised jumping was met with raucous laughter coming from one of the trees, and he looked up to see Clint sitting there, beside himself.

"Oh my God, your face.." Clint was wheezing while spluttering through chuckles. Tony picked up a small pebble at his feet and chucked it up in the tree at him, huffing slightly as he did so.

"Whatever Katniss. I'm coming up." He slowly started climbing the tree until he was resting on a mossy, thick branch with Clint, from here they could see through the large bay windows and into the large party/ball room, and see hoards of people chatting happily to one another.

"Look what I found" Clint grinned as he held up a bottle of Scotch, where he'd gotten it from was any bodies guess.

"Holy Capsicle- where?"

"I thought Steve told you off for saying that?"

"He'll get over himself- do you have any glasses?"

"Yep"

"Dude, you are a life saver".

The two Avengers sat in the tree, happily drinking their way through the bottle of scotch. They were on their fifth glass when they saw something that made their superhero instincts kick in at once. Lots of quick flashes traveled through the windows, and shouting could be heard.

Clint looked over at Tony and they exchanged looks.

"What in the name of Fury's.." Clint's words were cut short by the door banging open and a mass of people pouring outside. Hastily the two men clambered up the tree as fast as they could.

"It's Stark!" Someone yelled, and more bright lights flashed up into the tree. Tony winced as the many lights blinded him. Cursing under his breath, he began climbing slowly down from the tree. He looked to see if Clint was there, but he had already clambered up the tree higher and was currently sitting in the branches of a tree two metres away. Watching interestedly. Tony handled people better than Clint.

"Why were you sitting in a tree?"

"Are you mentally stable?"

"Stark is mentally unstable!"

Shouts rocketed from the crowd. Bloody paparazzi he thought to himself bitterly. "Go away- we don't wantcha here no more" his voice was coming out slightly staggered, and he realised it too because he slowly began climbing back up the tree.

After reaching his previous spot, he curled up as best he could on the branch and fell asleep. The paparazzi still clicking madly.

He woke up on the floor, grass tickling his nostrils, still wearing last nights suit. It was covered in grass stains. He didn't care. His head was throbbing painfully, as he slowly recalled the events of last night. He groaned to himself.

"Man, Pepper is pissed at you" Clint sneered, prodding him with his foot and laughing at his friends half asleep state.

"Shit.. Where's Bruce?" Tony asked, propping his head up and looking around for his Science Bro.

"Why do you wanna know where Bruce is?" Clint asked, confused.

"Need coffee." Tony replied simply. He was sure he hadn't gotten that drunk last night, but he still felt rubbish.

Clint thrust a news paper as him. "Read" he said simply, gesturing to the front page. Tony sat up properly as his eyes adjusted to the light coming through the green leaves, scanning the news paper article.

'Starking mad!

At approximately 11pm last night, previous weapons manufacturer Tony Stark was perched happily in a tree during a benefit party hosted by William Creaver.

The genius was found sitting merrily in a tree within the Creaver mansion grounds, after storming out of the building after his girlfriend, and CEO of Stark Industries Pepper Potts.

Stark was found to be under the influence of alcohol at the time of his discovery- which adds even more puzzling questions to the story- where did he get the drink from at a non-alcohol party?

One things for certain however, Tony Stark is falling apart. No word yet on how the Avengers is taking their fellows current mentality blow.'

Tony finished reading. "What the fuck did I just read?" He asked, shoving the paper back at Clint.

"God knows. But Peppers still mad at you." He replied with a sigh.

"Why? She knew I was going to find you, we didn't have an argument or anything." Tony was confused. Why would Pepper be so annoyed at him? This wasn't the first time he'd gotten drunk at a party.

"You rung her.. And you urgh.. Kind of dumped her. Honestly- I leave alone for 10 bloody minutes and-" Clint gulped at the look on Tony's face.

"You shit- don't fuck with me Clint" Tony was looking at Clint scowling, hoping it was all a joke.

"Check your phone" Clint suggested, trying to prove his innocence. Tony reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and talking to it.

"Jarvis.. Replay conversation of me and Pepper last night" he asked uncertainly to his AI. Jarvis didn't reply but began to play the conversation through the jumped as he heard Peppers voice come through the speaker with no warning.

"Hey Hun, I've got back to the Tower. Clint said he'd look after you while I'm here, I'll send Happy to pick you up in the morning."

"Don't bother" His voice was cold and heartless. He winced at the sound of it.

"What?" Pepper asked, confused.

"Oh like you wouldn't know. Stay out of my sight. I never want to see you again." More coldness.

Tony flinched, he could see Clint biting his lip. "Do you remember me saying this?" Tony asked him, uncertain. He couldn't loose Pepper over a silly drunken fight.

"Sorry dude, I don't know. I was buying pizza." Tony raised an eyebrow. "I was hungry". They carried on listening.

"Tony- I- what?"

"Don't ever speak to me again. You got that? If I find you coming near Stark Towers, or my Malibu place ever again- there will be hell to pay. You got that? I don't ever want to see you again. Oh yeah, and don't try crawling to Steve, Natasha, or Bruce to talk to you either. They told me what you did."

"Tony I-" he could hear Peppers sobs through the phone now, and then it went dead.

Tony sat dumbstruck. Had he really said all that? Why would he say that? What had he done?

"You ok?" Clint asked uncertain. Tony sat there. Still trying to work it all out. Clint could practically hear his brain whirring.

"I need to find Pepper" he said, getting to his feet. And brushing the forest floor debre from off his clothes.

"Do you, urgh, what a lift?" Clint asked the billionaire slowly, as he watched the man stride across the lawn around around the mansion.

"Nope- I'm walking" and with that he began walking hurriedly down drive way, nodding to the security guard as he went and saying: "Tell Mr Creaver I say thank you for the hospitality." Sarcastically, recalling that he hadn't even received a blanket.

As he walked briskly down the street, he shoved his hands in his pockets. Expecting nothing, it was quite a surprise to find a small, folded piece of paper. Taking it out and unfolding it he quickly scanned the message:

"Who will be there for you when you have nothing left?"

He blinked as he continued walking down the street. This was a game to someone. He hadn't spoken to Pepper over the phone. It was someone else.

As he carried on walking, trying to piece together what the message meant- he didn't spot the black car following him slowly down the street, or the two men wearing suit tailing him as he walked.

DUN DUN DUUUUURN- What do you think? Yes, no? Let me know! :D