The new Avengers training facility was state of the art. It had everything the team needed and more. Located on the outskirts of Washington, DC, it was close enough to get there in the nick of time if needed to but also far enough to keep from the spying eyes of the media. Courtesy of Tony Stark, Pepper and Stark Industries, the facility had nothing short of the latest gadgets and toys. They even had a chef named Mario, something the Black Widow could never get over. She even insisted that Mario should be wearing what the video game Mario wore. Although her request was never granted thanks to Captain America who thought it would be ridiculous. It especially had a killer view. Director Nick Fury enjoyed the view very much. He stood on the rooftop, looking down at the training yard. The place was bustling with excitement. Below him, new recruits scurried around, looking for their respective places in line. Their faces were brimming with excitement, although some looked like they were about to faint from the anxiety of day one. The new Avengers, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, War Machine and Falcon were far from being the only new additions to his plans of rebuilding a new and improved version of S.H.I.E.L.D. He needed agents who were reliable, whom he could trust. After the Winter Soldier and Hydra's revealing, he wasn't sure he could trust anymore. But Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff proved that they were worth his trust. Good agents are hard to find, so he'll be having the two senior avengers to train them. The two were certainly an odd pair when he first heard about their relationship. They were complete opposites after all. He's a patriotic national hero who couldn't lie to save his life and the other was a wanted assassin whose lies couldn't be told from the truth. It was a messy picture when the media found out, but he could tell those two couldn't be better partners. They are working as co-leaders and while he usually wouldn't approve of interoffice romances, he decided long ago that he approved of this one.


"Rogers, it's laundry day and it sure as hell isn't my turn to do it." Natasha whispered, discreetly nudging the blonde on her left with her elbow. "Nat, you never do the laundry. The last time you did, you turned every single white shirt I've ever owned varying shades of pink." He sighed but his eyes glinted with laughter. "Be quiet. We're surrounded by agents. It wouldn't do my reputation much good if they had something like this to gossip about." She grunted, crossing her arms. As the co-leaders of the new team, they had been asked by Fury to beat these new recruits into tip top shape. No easy feat of course, but Steve, being Steve, accepted it without a second thought. She looked at the bunch of rascals, scrawny and excited.

"You know they're not exactly the fittest bunch." She commented nonchalantly. Steve shrugged, "Well they passed the interview with Fury, that's got to mean something." Nick Fury himself had interviewed all these candidates, deeming them worthy of defending the country's national security and taking down what's left of the Hydra agents still in pockets around the world.

"Did you take out the trash?" Natasha asked.

"Ahem." Agent Maria Hill cleared her throat, informing them of her presence, "You two talk like an old married couple. You're even talking about taking out the trash in front of the new agents." She laughed.

"We are married and the talk's got to be done somewhere." Natasha pointed out. Steve nudged her gently, earning a pout from the redhead, "Nat. We'll talk about this later. By the way, I did take out the trash. Maria, how does Fury want us to handle these kids?"

"However you want Captain. You're in charge." She smiled, leaving the two alone with a field full of excited recruits of both genders and varying ages. The new Avengers stood in the front lines.

Natasha whistled and called them all to attention, "Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D ladies. Twenty laps around the field. No excuses. Now hop to it, boys and girls."


"You've got to be kidding me." Natasha sighed as she flipped another recruit. The scrawny 5'7 brunette was no match for her. He got up and the hand-to-hand combat continued for about 20 seconds before she got him in a headlock and he surrendered. Steve Rogers walked in to see an agent on the floor and his partner muttering in extensively colourful language. "Captain," the agent, his name was Henry, greeted before walking out of the room. "Language Nat," Steve raised his eyebrows, "Also, you're going to kill one of them one of these days. I'm not sure Fury would appreciate that." Steve grinned. Her mouth curled into a smirk, "Well Rogers, I believe you're far too lenient on them for a soldier."

It's been about a week since they've started training the new recruits and Natasha was not too happy with their minimal progress. Hence, she's always on the edge after every training session, even if it's been less than a week.

"I was doing it to save America." He said; a look of protest on his face as he pulled her close.

"I know you are." She smiled, giving him a lingering kiss.

"You know if Fury sees this he's going to kill us personally." Steve murmured. "It's not like I'm screwing you in the training room Rogers." She grinned before leaving the room as well, "I expect these kids to have done at least fifty laps by the time I'm back."

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled.


It was hell doing paperwork for missions. It was one thing to clean up after the rest of the team; it was another doing all the work for them. Steve sighed as he flipped through another stack of mission reports when the sliding doors to his office opened.

"Nat, is that my shirt?" Steve asked, cocking his head at his wife. She was wearing his favourite blue long sleeved shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, over a pair of short shorts. It wasn't shocking because she was wearing his clothes, but it was shocking that she was wearing his clothes here, in the training facility. It wasn't something that happened every day after all. "Hey, I was sweaty and I needed a shower. Plus, everyone else is out in the field. They're training with Fury."

"Fair enough." He sighed again as he turned his attention back to his work. "Pay attention to your wife Rogers. Otherwise, some other guy might just sweep her off her feet." She nodded nonchalantly as she perched herself on his desk. "We both know that's not going to happen. Reasons because one, no guy here would dare hit on you. Two, you'd kill them if they did and three –" Steve leant forward, playing with the ring on her left hand, "You're mine."

"You're cheesy." She smirked, kissing him. He kissed her back, "Fury's going to kill us."