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John groaned as ringing filled the room. Sherlock grunted beside him, pulling himself away from his boyfriend, “Your phone,” he mumbled, pulling his pillow over his head.
John reached out blindly for his phone on the side table. Finally, getting annoyed, he summoned his phone to his hand before answering, “Hello?” he asked, not even trying to hide the tiredness in his voice.
“Rise and shine, Sleepyheads!” John blinked his eyes open slowly.
“Greg?” John questioned confused, “Why the hell are you awake at…” John looked at the clock on the side table, “Five in the morning?”
“Five in the morning in London, John,” Greg sounded downright giddy, “But we’re not in London.”
John went wide eyed and sat bolt up. Sherlock lifted his pillow slightly, staring at his boyfriend sleepily, “John?” he yawned.
“Greg…” John said warningly, “This better not be some sort of-” a loud, angry, horn sounded right by their window, causing Sherlock to sit bolt up and stare at the curtain closed window, “Oh…how the ever-living bloody hell?!” John exclaimed as he magically swung the curtains open revealing a wide awake New York City…at midnight their time.
A loud shriek rang throughout the building causing Sherlock and John to wince. Mrs. Hudson just went out to get the paper. Probably in just her housecoat. They suddenly heard running, “Oh…fuck!” John all but threw the comforter off him, “Thor! It’s not a danger!” John’s phone fell forgotten on the floor, “Thor!”
Sherlock just stared out the window for what felt like hours before he groaned and fell back against his pillow and pulled John’s over his face. It was too early (London and New York time) for this shit, “I know you’re still on the line, Lestrade,” Sherlock lifted the pillow slightly, “You have five minutes to get here and explain before you have John and Mrs. Hudson on your arse,” Sherlock turned as the door to the room opened.
“I’m already here, Sherlock,” Greg hung up the phone, “Now if you would kindly get out of bed, I’ll gladly explain.”
Sherlock groaned, “Fury is paying you to watch me, isn’t he?” he said into the pillow.
“Quite the sum too,” Greg smiled, “I’ll just get John to get you up then,” with that said, Greg left.
Sherlock honestly debated suffocating himself with John’s pillow.
Once John pulled Sherlock from bed, Thor and Loki were on either side of Mrs. Hudson, who was shakily holding a cup of tea, on the couch. Greg had seated himself on the coffee table and Sherlock huffed as he plopped himself in his chair. John also looked a bit displeased as he sat down, “Explain, Lestrade,” Sherlock stated, “Its barely been five days since the attack on New York. How is this possible?”
Greg snorted, “You obviously underestimated Tony Stark when he wants something,” Greg stated, “He’s had the theory of moving full buildings with everyone and everything inside for years, just has never had the materials or reason to do so.”
Sherlock rubbed his eyes, “Perhaps when I’m more awake, I will find this information more useful,” he stated, “But Fury had a list-”
“He has most of it,” Greg stated, “Or…I did,” Greg smirked, “The only issues he’s actually having issues with is the people of your Homeless Network that I didn’t know about, but his UK Team are to find all of them. A punishment of sorts. And since he had to move the entire building anyway, he figured asking Mrs. Hudson would be a moot point,” John opened his mouth, “I tried to warn him,” Greg argued, “But he, apparently, doesn’t listen very well. Anyway, back to your list,” Greg stated, “Move this entire building, Mrs. Hudson, convince Sherlock to leave the city he has mapped out completely in his head. Done. Minus the convincing part. I warned Fury, again,” John and Sherlock looked displeased and Greg shrugged, “Recreate his Homeless Network in New York. Fury honestly wasn’t sure how you did that in the first place and all I really know is that you paid them,” Greg slid a paper to Sherlock, “So he wrote down all the areas they accumulate and decided that you can do whatever you did before,” Sherlock looked at the paper with annoyance, “And I mentioned that Fury is working on the Network in London. Next thing was to convince The Yard to let Sherlock go. I was pretty much the only one who wanted you, so, he took me,” Greg shrugged, “Gets me away from my ex, so, not complaining. Convince and/or move Sherlock’s parents. That was probably the easiest,” Greg snorted, “As long as they had a number to reach you and monthly updates from either you or S.H.I.E.L.D, they were fine with whatever.”
“Traitors,” Sherlock mumbled while John sighed.
“Mycroft was where I thought he was going to have issues as he had increased his number of men watching you,” Greg stated, “And honestly, I don’t think Fury told him anything,” Sherlock smirked a little, “I reckon Mycroft got a nasty wake up call.”
“So far, that’s all I’m liking about this so far,” Sherlock stated.
“Thought you might,” Greg smirked, “The last thing on your list was your lab and Molly,” Sherlock raised an eyebrow, “You’ll have certain clearances to S.H.I.E.L.D labs,” Sherlock looked interested, “And Fury gave Molly an offer that had her practically drooling. However, her fiancé isn’t too keen on the idea,” Greg huffed, “I created the job for Molly knowing exactly what Tom would do. Never liked the git, but Molly was actually happy and I didn’t want to lose her friendship. Especially with you two gone. Also,” Greg snorted, “Fury has several questions on Budapest.”
“Hungary?” John questioned, “Why would he want to know about that spot specifically?”
“Because Romanoff and Barton had a mission there,” Greg stated, “Apparently the building you blew up was right next to where their mission was.”
Sherlock hummed, “I thought Hungary was too easy,” he stated, “Guess that’s why.”
“I thought Fury didn’t know about us till New York?” John questioned.
“He didn’t,” Greg smirked, “But Coulson was the Handler of those two. He wanted to know why the building blew up if it wasn’t them. He researched you both and tracked you during your little Network rampage. He never said anything because he assumed Fury knew because it was basically public England knowledge.”
John sighed while Sherlock’s head dropped, “…My job at the clinic?” John questioned.
“Fury sent a retired S.H.I.E.L.D doctor that was tired of Agents, but not his work,” Greg stated, “Sarah received a very nice, professional email this morning explaining the change.”
John messaged his eyes, groaning, “Anything else ?” he asked.
“Yes,” Greg said as if just remembering, “Some friends of Thor’s will be by about lunchtime, New York Time.”
“Avengers?” Loki questioned.
“I don’t believe so,” Greg stated, “Only two women. One appeared to be looking for a taser.”
“Jane!” Thor boomed.
“Taser?” John raised an eyebrow at his nephew, “Should I be worried, Nephew?”
“I do not think so…” Thor stated.
Sherlock stood up, “I’m making coffee,” he stated, “Want some, John?”
“Please!” John called.
“I would suggest getting on Eastern Standard Time soon, Boys,” Greg stood up.
“You’re the one who woke us up at midnight time here,” John snapped.
“Would you have preferred being woken up at three in the morning New York Time?” Greg raised an eyebrow before walking out, “Goodnight!”
John glared before smirking as Greg yelped and loudly fell down the stairs. John looked at his calm nephew, “What?” Loki asked, innocently.
“Nothing,” John smirked at him.
This wasn’t how they expected things to go, but it is what it is and while John could easily move them all back, he’d rather not play tug of war with a building and S.H.I.E.L.D and Tony Stark on the other end. That would just become an endless loop and would just be quite tiresome and annoying. John took the mug Sherlock handed him. They shared a look and Sherlock just nodded, obviously coming to the same conclusion. They were in New York now. And they were just going to have to deal with it.