Woo-hoo! This is gonna be awesome, this is gonna be great, here is my second fanfic! PM me or leave a review if you have more ideas for fanfics! They really help! I hope to add some humour in this one, so here goes! All rights to respective idiots.

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CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE RED! The alarms blared all over the helicarrier. Nick Fury sighed. Today was not the day he wanted to do this – not even he was prepared to call in Agent 1.

"COULSON!"

"Yes sir, here sir, ready sir."

"Stop acting like that and turn that darn thing off!" he rubbed his temples and pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. Nicholas Fury never got migraines, but today… today was an acception.

"Yes sir, going sir, ready sir…" he could hear from halfway down the corridor. The Director sat in his comfy chair; admiring the comfiness… did I mention it was comfy? He sighed, got up and strolled toward the Bridge, yelling at people to fetch Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner and Thor (is it Odinson for him? I think so. Dudes just go with it :D) (AKA the Avengers). He had a phone call to make, and his day off was not going as planned.

"Have you tried these, these, these things? How on Earth the Humans came up with them, I have no idea!" cried Thor, shaking a box of Pop Tarts.

"WE KNOW!" yelled the rest of the Avengers, clearly exhausted from his bubbly behaviour. Actually, Thor was confused with them. Tony mentioned someone called Shakespeare – who was that, and why would he even reference him in the situation?

"Well Odin's Beard, sorry – " Thor was cut off by Natasha asking when Agent 1 would be there.

"Look, Natasha, I know you're curious as to what Agent 1 is like. They promised me they'd be here in two hours –" he was cut off too.

"But it's been two hours and 10 minutes!" She whined.

"JUST WAIT OR GET OFF MY BRIDGE!" he yelled. The Director walked outside. His migraine was getting worse, and he couldn't stop his mind drifting back to the phone call with Agent 1.

He sighed, and dialled the number. They picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?" there it was again. The Irish accent, with the voice so soft it could have been made of silk. Concentrate on the task, Nick…

"Hello Agent 1. This is Nicholas Fury." The line was silent.