A few years had passed since the battle of New York. Superheroes were well accepted into sociaty, they were celebrated. The Avengers become a Trophy for the leaders of the world. The threat seemed neutralised, and The Avengers decided to disband, and be remembered by world for what they did. Bruce returned to working in the labs, working on controlling his condition, Thor planned to return home, Captain America re-enlistened in the Army, restored to his former rank. Tony? Tony stayed Tony, Iron man never left, just look up and look for the jet stream of his suit. The world seemed saved. The Avengers had won.
Around the fifth year of peace, it all changed. Tony worked on perfecting his suit weapon capabilities, when his computer interrupted. He clapped, "Off" Tony smiled, and rose from his seat. "This best be good, I was in the zone, what ya got?" He asked, and then his eyes caught the screen. "..Oh, I see the problem. That looks like me on T.V, but it can't be me, I'm me. Do I look like me?" Tony asked, looking at a mirror, and nodding to himself. "So, if I'm me, who's that?" He pointed at the screen and listened to the computer who reported that the Avengers were being set up to be villains. Other footage popped up, showing Thor, Hulk and Captain America destroying and killing. Something they just didn't do. "Hulk could be Hulk, his temper.. Call them"