Of course the one day he actually decides to go to the bank is the day it gets robbed.

Tony decided early that morning that he would enjoy the walk from the tower to the bank. So he had cleared his schedule and gathered his checks. He wasn't sure who half of them were made out to or from but pepper had told him they needed to be taken to the bank. Usually he would have Foyet take them, he was an intern on the first level. A bit creepy but he got the job done.

So far the trip had gone great, he had only been stopped by two people for autographs and made it to the bank relatively quickly.

He had been in line for about the minutes, he could have used his identity to move forwards and be served first. But he wasn't like that, he'd feel bad. He didn't have anywhere to go for the next hour and there was no way this would take that long.

He tapped his foot on the marble floor, not nervously like he always did. But in tune to the music, they happened to be playing AC/DC which he thought was weird for a bank but he didn't mind.

He moved forwards a spot when the someone was done being helped. He wasn't paying attention to where she walked. If he was he would've seen the man pull out a gun, and he would've been able to stop him from shooting her. But he didn't look and he didn't move because he was trapped in his own world. Enjoying the music and waiting to cash checks.

"Everybody in a line" the man with the gun announced, using it to force people into a line.

Great he's actually smart, using us as a human shield so the cops can't use snipers. Tony thought as he followed the others to the line.

Do something Tony you're an avenger, more people are going to die if you don't mo-.

"Ahh" he gasped out as something solid came in contact with the back of his head.

"Did you think you could blend in Stark? This is a lovely surprise because they can't give you up, no you're the perfect hostage" the man said pulling Tony towards the back of the bank.

"You don't have to do this, I can give you as much money as you want" he offered, his nerves forcing him to fall back on his money. It usually got him out of situations he'd rather not be in.

"No, Stark I don't want your blood money"

"That's hypocritical" he scoffed, flinching slightly as the barrel of the gun was pressed against his temple.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah well you don't want my blood money by the money your stealing now, you're able to steal it because you killed someone" his mind was telling him to shut up but he just kept talking.

"At least it was only one life Stark, how many have you killed?"

"It wasn't me, it was my fathers company I stopped it when I found out what it was doing to people" he said it, but he didn't mean it. Deep down he always knew he was the reason, he should've noticed sooner. It shouldn't have taken a first hand experience for him to pay attention to the lives he'd taken.

"No, it was you stark. But anyway I'm not here to have a heart to heart" he paused, Tony stared intently at the backs of each persons heads. If he screwed up they'd be dead. "I have to let the city know I'm serious"

"What does that even mean?" He gasped as he was thrown to the floor. His hands were pulled behind his back and placed into handcuffs. He wondered for a second how he got them, then remembered the bank security, he was laying off to the side with a syringe in his neck. He didn't look like he was breathing. Before he could point that out for no other reason than prove the man was hypocritical he was flipped over.

He faced up towards the man who kept the gun pointed between his eyes. He watched helpless as the man reached down and grabbed his right ankle. He smiled a sadistic smile and broke Tony's knee. He bent the leg the way it wasn't supposed to bend and tony cried out.

Tears fell down his cheeks and he choked on air. The pain making his vision white out for a moment, he felt dizzy.

"There now they can tell I'm serious"

"Yeah we figured you were serious when you took out the guard" Clint quipped. Tony wasn't able to focus on anything other than the pain, the words sounded muffled.

The man stared at the empty place where the people were. Had he gotten so caught up in Stark that he'd missed them leaving?

"Put the gun down, I won't ask twice". Natasha said stepping beside Clint.

He was frozen, in all the outcomes he didn't imagine the avengers coming. But he also happened to be a vapid narcissist, so he kept the gun level with Tony's head.

"And what are you going to do? Make me?" He smiled sickly at them.

He was knocked off balance when something rammed into his right side. He was sent stumbling to the left and the gun flew from his hand. Multiple agents stormed the building and pulled him up and into hand cuffs. He was dragged away.

"Tones!" Steve yelled rushing over to where the genius was squirming on the floor. The tears only increasing.

"Yep that's definitely broken. Cap can you carry him to the Avengers Ambulance outside? Don't jostle the leg too much" Bruce said, pointing at the black ambulance outside.

"Yeah" Steve responded, scooping up the man and trying his hardest not to hurt him more. Even the slightest movement made Tony whimper, and everyone winced with him.

They laid him on the bed in the ambulance and piled in. It was a big ambulance, made to fit all of them after really bad missions.

Bruce hooked him up to a heart rate monitor to make sure he didn't have a heart attack. He'd almost had one last week following a rather extravagant and terrifying prank. They couldn't be too safe.

The trip to the tower took minutes and they rushed him into med bay. Cho was called to give him scans.

"Alright so it's broken, just need to wrap it and stabilize it. There's nothing more we can do you just need to rest" Bruce announces reading cho's chart.

"Ugh, but I have so much work for Shield to do" tony whined, they filled him with painkillers the second he was in bed. He was loopy but it would be better than the pain that came with stabilizing a broken knee.

Bruce got to work, snipping at gauze and wrapping his leg. With help from cap he managed to get the metal bracing on his knee and secured it. Making sure that there was gauze under it so it didn't rub his leg too much.

He was sentenced to bed rest in med bay for two days, before finally being allowed to leave. They wheeled him up to the living room and set him on the couch. His body was turned so his head lay on Steve's lap and his knee was bent at the right angle on Clint's lap. Bruce day at the other end near his feet. Thor and Natasha grabbed a blanket and handed it to Clint, before taking their seats on the arm chairs.

"Next time I'm having Foyet bring my mail down" Tony sighed.

"Actually, we forgot to tell you. Apparently he's been detained and placed in a federal penitentiary. Supposedly he killed a bunch of people"

"No. Really, well I guess he did seem slightly creepy"

"Yeah, I guess you'll have to find someone else"

"Maybe DUMME" Steve suggested smiling.

"Absolutely not, he's probably get confused and he'd be the one terrorizing the place. He's not the brightest"

"You made him Tony so why don't you just rewrite his programming and make him smarter"

"No, never. That's like trying to reprogram your kid whose been held back eight times. Yeah they're dumb but you can't change that, it's just the way they are"

"I- ok let's watch a movie" Clint clapped his hands and they settled on watching Harry Potter. And by Harry Potter I mean the entire series. In one night.