"Why is there ever anyone around when I'm bored..."<br/><br/>Tony sighed as he paced the lavish kitchen near the top floor of the newly refurbished Avengers Tower. A coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, he aimlessly scrolled through news stores. Many were about him personally, some about the Avengers, but the rest were aimed more or less on future Alien threat assessments and preparations on what to do about it. Even after the while Ultron fiasco, Tony was still trying to figure that part out, knowing he was totally to blame for his AI going rogue.<br/><br/>The other product of his screw up happened to drift through the wall and open the fridge behind him.<br/><br/>"Do we have any orange juice?"<br/><br/>"Vision, what have I said about using the doors around here? Do you want to make me choke on coffee?" Tony snapped, setting his cup on the counter, "It's in the back. Second shelf."<br/><br/>"You seem rather perturbed." He mentioned as he poured a glass. He seemed to scrutinize it from all angles before taking a cautious sip.<br/><br/>"Why are you drinking that? You don't even need to eat or drink anything." Tony said, ignoring his statement.<br/><br/>"I wish to have the experience of Orange Juice if you don't mind. I find it fascinating that Human's require such things for energy." he replied in his English accent, something that carried over from when he was Jarvis.<br/><br/>"I'm just bored, Vision." he simply said.<br/><br/>"Then perhaps the new guests coming up the elevator will entertain you." he said simply.<br/><br/>"Do they have an appointment?" Tony asked sarcastically.<br/><br/>"No." Vision replied.<br/><br/>Tony quickly made his way down the hall and heard the elevator ding. The scent of wet dog, mixed with metal and oil filled the air. Suddenly hugging the wall, he pressed a few buttons on his watch and it unfolded to envelop his hand, creating a metal glove with a repulsor on the palm.<br/><br/>"So this is the home of Earth's mightiest heroes. I thought it would have been you know more...never mind I lost it" came a man's voice around the corner. Tony crept around the corner to see two of them, one a rather large man with no shirt and grey skin.<br/><br/>"Who the hell are you?" Tony demanded. The two spun around and drew weapons. Tony kept his repulsor glove trained on the big guy.<br/><br/>"That is a good question, but the better one is who are you?" The human asked. Tony recoiled a bit, surprised by the question. Who in the hell didn't know who Tony Stark was by now?<br/><br/>"The name's Tony Stark. Now who. The hell. Are you?" he asked slowly, accentuating each part of the sentence.<br/><br/>"Well I don't know but you might have heard of me my name is Peter Quill, also known as Star Lord and we are the Guardians of the Galaxy."<br/><br/>Tony stood, mouth agape and stared blankly at this man calling himself Star Lord. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose with his ungloved hand, sarcastically pretending to think hard.<br/><br/>"Nope, I got nothing. Never heard of you." he said, "What the hell do you...people want?"<br/><br/>"Well were here because we had received a distress signal for Terra, so we were hoping that you could tell us what is going on here." he explained. Tony cocked his head to the side, then hesitated before lowering his hand, raising a metal finger towards Peter's direction.<br/><br/>"Terra, huh? You guys not from around here, I take it? What distress signal. Friday, are we sending a distress signal?" Tony called out to the room, a woman's voice replied from a glass terminal on the wall.<br/><br/>"No, Mr. Stark. We are currently not transmitting a distress signal." Friday replied.<br/><br/>"There you go. All good here. No distress signal from us." Tony wittingly replied, "Where did you say you heard it from? Any idea what for?"<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Sitting in an alleyway, Wing huddled under his large blanket he had to cover his wings. He held a small fireball in his hands for warmth and light in the dark space, yet he found it incredibly drafty here. At least it was out of sight and he was being left alone, yet his stomach growled loudly and he felt tired all the time.<br/><br/>He craned his eyes upward to see the tall tower overhead, yet wondered what such a monstrosity of glass and metal could hold. This world was still very strange to him and the small animals that inhabit the back alleys were not much to nourish him during this exile. He yearned for a decent meal and decided to try and find one of those 'soup kitchens' other unfortunate people on the streets spoke of to get a meal. Emerging from his alley, the bright light nearly blinded him as he stumbled forward, making sure to keep his blanket across his shoulders. It may have been dragging on the ground behind him, but it was necessary to not draw any attention to himself.<br/><br/>Turning the corner, his attention was suddenly drawn to a strange group of people crossing the parking lot across the street. Another being of this world, a green woman, a large grey and red man, a furred animal walking on two legs, and a small plant. Wing stared with wide eyes. Maybe this world is accepting of Alien races after all. Maybe he didn't have to hide....