This is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it, I'm trying it out, and I decided that the Avengers was an exceptional topic for a fanfiction. I heard you could make chapters, so I guess this is the first chapter... So this chapter is about Captain America walks around at Stark Building and notices his teammates. (Just introducing the characters)

Captain America

I walked into Stark Building and saw Pepper Potts at the entrance. She wore her strawberry blonde hair into a bun and wore business apparel for women. At least bright red lipstick never went out of style for women.

"Pepper, hi!" I, myself have already met Pepper. I like her because she's the only thing that keeps Tony from going insane.

"Hello, Steve." Pepper smiled. "Tony's in the basement where he works on the suit."

I nodded and followed her direction towards the basement and I saw Tony and Bruce chatting over a desk.

Tony looked up and said, "'Sup Cap?" He looked like a man in his late 30's to be honest, but you never heard that from me. Tony Stark is a billionaire that happens to be modernly immature, but somehow a genius. In fact, so genius his mastermind self was able to create a red and yellow suit out of iron that can fly, shoot energy blasts, and even have super strength. Tony became known as Iron Man. He had messy black hair, and a beard. Today he wore a dark blue shirt and jeans, but you would think that he's a billionaire he would have nicer clothes.

"I'm doing well," I walked up towards what they were looking at. "What are you guys working on?"

"Nothing." Bruce said. He had slightly tan skin, and wavy black hair. Although Bruce Banner's frail appearance and personality when angered he can become green, turn large and muscly, and all he would want to do is smash. Thus the words, HULK SMASH! Speaking of which, he's called Hulk, if you haven't noticed. "We were just playing the line game, waiting for everybody to get here."

I looked over at their "line game" and saw a bunch of objects with terribly drawn sides. "What's the line game?" I asked.

"I make a line, and Bruce draws something out of that. Then we would take turns for each time." Tony answered.

I blinked at Bruce for an explanation. "It was either this or quarters." Bruce said solemnly.

I then blinked at Tony for an explanation. "A drinking game." Tony said smiling.

"Yeah, of course." I looked around. "So other than Bruce, I'm the first one here?"

That's when Thor crashed through the door with his hammer swinging. Tony got up wide-eyed at Thor for breaking his door, "What was that for Thor?"

I snickered. "For, Thor. That's catchy." Bruce rolled his eyes, and focused back on Thor and Tony.

"Did you not send for all of us immediately? Does that not mean you are in danger?" Thor asked urgently. He had long blonde hair with a shaved beard, and blue eyes. This day, (who am I kidding, I meant everyday), he wore Asgardian armor and a red cape. He carried his hammer all the time, "Mjollnir". Mjollnir is impossible to pick up unless you are "worthy". And Tony teases him all the time for it.

"Well, yeah, there's danger, but not right now!" Tony shouted. He went up to the door and tried to put it back on the latch to the doorway. Eventually he gave up and left it on the side wall. "You're lucky I'm rich!"

Thor walked and looked at the paper used up to occupy shapes with terrifying lines in them, "What's this?"

"It's a game of l-" Bruce started.

That's when I heard two familiar voices chat from the above level and their footsteps echo towards here. Clint burst through the room and of course the first question he asked, "What happened to the door?" Then he looked at Thor, "Nevermind."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Clinton Barton was a brown haired archer, strong spy, and a goofy flirt in all. Meanwhile his best friend, most trusted partner, and used-to-be partner in crime is always seen by his side when the avengers assemble. Oh hey! I said it. Natasha Romanoff was a former Russian spy, amazing undercover act, and one tough cookie. (If that sounded cheesy don't take it too hard on me, I spent over half of my life in the 40's.)

"Good to see you all here," Tony got up from his chair after stressing out on the destroyed, expensive door. He clapped his hand together once. "Let's get down to business."

So I hoped you guys liked it! I'll make a second one for you if this one is successful! Sorry it wasn't much of a story. And I am so sorry for not describing Steve, I couldn't fit it in there. But, please if you think I should make a second tell me! Plus, if you guys aren't Clintasha, Pepperony, and Jor, sorry. Those are the main ships if I keep writing, so sorry if you don't ship them. But I hope you guys liked it enough for me to make a second one!