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When Tony walked into the common room he knew something was wrong. Steve was in a self-righteous cooking spree. Natasha had an actual expression that did not bode well. Clint looked plain mad. Bruce... well Bruce was Bruce, he did look more sad though.
Natasha was speaking with Steve when Tony walked in. She stopped instantly, along with everybody else, to stare at him.
Tony felt his stomach drop. They were mad at him.
There was a difference between when the team was annoyed with him and mad at him. When they were annoyed they would huff in exasperation and Clint would joke with Tony. When they were mad at him there was the silent treatment.
Which would not have been as hurtful, except for the fact more than half the time Tony had no idea what he did. It confused him when all of a sudden nobody wanted to talk to him. To be honest it made him feel guilty and it hurt.
“Hi guys, on my coffee run! Make way.”
During these times Tony tried to act as if he did not notice because he did not want to make them even more angry with him. The first time he tried asking them... it did not go well. He earned a glare from Natasha, and Steve (Steve!) looked like he was ready to punch him, which he did not because Clint took care of it. Thankfully, Clint got yelled at and Tony does not ask anymore.
This time Tony did know what he did because he was yelled at for thirty minutes by Steve at the team meeting after a mission, where Tony tried to explain but was yelled at and talked over. (Which served to make everyone more pissed. It only stopped when Bruce looked a bit green.)
Tony walked towards the coffee maker to get that sweet nectar to maybe improve his day.
Tony was almost there when damn Clint decided to open his mouth.
“Not even going to pretend he’s guilty.” He said under his breath.
Tony knew he should have kept on walking, ignored it, but the “mistake” he made was not his fault and in fact he had a pretty good reason, ‘if they would just fucking listen to him’.
Tony was annoyed and he was not about to take this laying down because he was not in the wrong. So, Tony swung around and confronted Clint.
“What?” Tony questioned. Which earned him a glare all around except from Bruce, bless Bruce.
Clint leaned forward, “Oh, you know what I am taking about, because of your screw up Natasha and Steve ended up in the medic for a week and you, Stark, have the fucking nerve to act like you did not do anything wrong!”
Bruce escaped with his tablet as Tony’s voice level rose. “Guilty!? I am not fucking guilty because I do not have a reason to feel guilty!” Tony kept on going, “which you would know if you would list-!”
But of course he was cut off by Captain-I-Am-Disappointed-With-You. “I don’t know what is wrong with you, Tony, you need to take responsibility.”
Ok, now Tony was mad. The conversation spiraled until it was a full-blown yelling match which ended with Clint, “you think you’re a good person now, Stark?” Clint snorted, “you are a fucking horrible person trying to act like he will be different from his egotistical asshole self.” Steve nodded behind him and Natasha winced.
Tony threw up his hands dramatically and proceeded to walk out, “not like you’re much better, Barton.”
The parting shot was unneeded and caused Clint to up and follow Tony on the way to his lab. With some hesitation so did Steve and Natasha.
“Hah, running away Stark?” Clint spitefully shot at Tony.
Tony kept on walking but returned with a “fuck you Barton!”
Tony was in the hallway to his lab when they caught up with him. Steve grabbed Tony’s shoulder and spun him around. <
“Honestly Tony,” he sighed, “I don’t know why you are being so difficult.” That made Tony raise and eyebrow. Steve went on, it was your fault and if you stopped acting like a child...”
Oh, not ok. Steve fucking pulled that out while sounding exactly like Tony’s dad. So not cool. Which caused Tony to say something he would regret.
“Oh, because you are so perfect Capsicle! Have you ever heard of Bucky damn Barnes?!”
Tony regretted it instantly. Steve’s face darkened and his lips tightened into a straight line. Natasha who seemed about to speak up now seemed like she wanted to kill Tony.
Steve’s hand tightened painfully on his shoulder and Tony tried to hide a wince.
The hallway they were in did not just lead to Tony’s lab, it also led to a guest bedroom. The extra room was not ready to sleep in because there were no sheets or towels for the bathroom. Pepper designed that the linens were kept in probably the only closet in the entire Stark tower, right next to where they were fighting.
Clint noticed it and smiled a cruelly. “Hey Cap, how bout before you hurt him you throw him in there.” Steve blinked hesitated and then seemed to remember why he was so angry. He then pulled Tony towards the closet and practically threw him in.
“What! Hey, no Steve, stop.” Tony protested. Lovely Jarvis also spoke up “Captain, I do not think that’s a goo-“
“Mute, Jarvis.” Clint ordered.
When Tony was thrown in he hit one of the shelves (ouch) and did not get his bearings in time to get out while Clint quickly closed and locked the door.
Tony slammed into the door and growled. “Not cool guys! Let me out!” Trying the handle Tony yelled, “Seriously, this isn’t funny!”
Natasha protested a bit but was quieted down by Clint’s reassurance they would let him out and that he deserved it.
It was silent after that and Tony kept on banging and yelling on the door until he realized that nobody was there.
Damn himself for being paranoid and putting locks on everything, and why a lock on the outside for fucks sake? Who’s idea was that? Oh wait, his. ‘Must have been drunk.’ Tony thought.
He slid down the door to sit on the floor of the cupboard. Tony started his wait to be let out. He squinted and tried to see through the inky darkness but it remained pitch black.