A/N: If you watched the Marvel Cinematic Universe special on ABC this past Tuesday night, then you already know that the team will be receiving two new members. This is my version of how they'll be introduced.

What's Wrong With Six?

The Avengers were the world's greatest team of superheroes. There were six of them, and they all brought in a little something special to the mix. Captain America brought the leadership and inspiration. Thor brought the strength and that fancy magic hammer. Hulk brought even more strength and a strong emphasis for solid anger management. Black Widow brought world class espionage and an exquisite taste for vodka. Hawkeye brought crazy trick shots and he could make a mean barbecue. And, of course, Iron Man brought world class tech, genius intellect, dashing good looks, an incredible sense of humor, their house, and plenty of awesome to go around.

All in all, the six of them were getting along just fine.

Well, not so much as fine as they were just starting to warm up to one another. Natasha even stopped threatening Clint and Tony when they acted up, and just resorted to rolling her eyes, or worse, glaring. The Widow's Glare™ could stop the Abomination in his tracks.

Even then, her glare was only at reduced power, a fifth at best. She reserved its full intensity for the jackass media members who insulted her friends.

"This is ridiculous," Tony complained.

Six was fine. Six was a nice even number. Six meant that they all could cover their weaknesses and play off their strengths. Six meant that they only had five people to learn about and get along with.

"Absolutely. Six is fine," Clint agreed.

Six meant three on three paintball, laser tag and prank wars.

"What does he mean 'new members'? Are one of you leaving?" Thor asked.

"Nope. I'm not going anywhere, big guy."

"Damn. I was kinda hoping you had been replaced." Clint punched Tony in the arm. "Ow! Did you see that? He just attacked me for no reason!"

"What's that? I wasn't paying attention." Steve smirked and stopped just short of the meeting room door.

It was a early in the morning on an already beautiful spring day. What better way to spend it than in a conference with stuffy old Nick Fury? He had called them early that morning to the helicarrier to introduce them to two people that he felt would make fine additions to the team.

Steve, Thor and Bruce were the only ones who were vocally in support of the decision. They all suspected that Natasha was as well, but she didn't say anything either way and kept her face neutral, as usual.

Clint and Tony were adamantly, vehemently against it. Why? Because, "We're already the best as is. Why change?"

"Yeah. If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

While their line of reasoning made sense, there was very little chance, if any, that they were going to change Fury's mind.

"It won't be that bad guys," Bruce said in an attempt to placate Tony and Clint. It didn't work.

Tony sighed dramatically and tore his sunglasses off. "That's easy for you to say. Our system is perfect as it is. Adding in two others just throws a monkey wrench into the whole thing."

He had another good point, to the point that Steve was starting to doubt whether it was a good idea or not. He turned the doorknob and held it open for everyone. Doing so allowed him a chance to scan the current occupants. Fury, unsurprisingly, was standing at the head of their meeting table. What was surprising was that the tail of his leather duster was flowing, as if caught in a strong wind. What was more surprising was that there actually was a strong wind in the room.

"Is there a window open?"

"Obviously not. We're 30,000 ft. up."

Steve raised an eyebrow and turned his curious gaze toward the young brunette woman sitting at the opposite end of the table, whose upper back length hair was also flowing. Her vibrant green eyes were filled with excitement and anxiety all at once. Her red lips were curled into a small, respectful smile as she laid eyes on them.

Steve took a seat at his usual place and looked her over some more, discreetly. She sure was easy on the eyes, that much was clear. She had an almost… doe-like appearance to her. A certain innocence that Steve had found himself missing in a world and time where everyone did and said whatever they wanted, consequences be damned. YOLO, he believed it to be called.

Anyway, she, from appearance's perspective, seemed like a fine addition to the team, if only because she was a woman. Natasha had been complaining about her being the token female member, and they had been looking into expanding in that direction.

Another point against Tony and Clint.

Tony looked her over, and then sneered at Fury. "This is your big addition? She a kid. She'll probably have to leave at four to go watch Spongebob or Barney or whatever the hell kids watch nowadays. Hey," he pointed at the woman, "what do you kids watch nowadays."

The woman frowned and loosed a long-suffering sigh. Before she could reply, she glanced over and saw Natasha standing over her.

"You're in my seat," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Sorry." The woman had a very distinct Eastern European accent. Possibly from one of those smaller countries. It was nice. She stood, allowing Natasha to slide smoothly into her seat.

Steve watched the woman move to stand awkwardly in the corner, a soft red blush creeping up her cheeks. He narrowed his eyes at Natasha. She shrugged. "She was in my se-."

She and Tony both yelped as they both suddenly fell to the floor, flat on their butts.

"Here, Wanda, you can sit next to me," offered a man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He favored the woman, apparently Wanda, a lot. Perhaps her brother. His platinum blonde, almost white, hair shimmered softly as rays of early morning sunlight hit it from the windows. His icy blue eyes delivered a cold glare to Tony and Natasha as they picked themselves up.

"Thank you, Pietro." She smiled and went to sit next to him.

"The hell did my chair go? And who are you two?" Tony demanded. Steve smirked when he noticed the embarrassed flush across his and Natasha's cheeks.

"They," Fury finally said, not even bother to hide an amused smirk, "are Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. They're the one who'll be joining the team."

"These two?" Clint said in utter disbelief. "Look at 'em. What are they, like ten?"

"See?" Tony chimed.

"We're 25," Wanda retorted.

"And we have powers," Pietro added. He smirked. "That alone makes us more valuable that you or Red over there."

"What did you just say?" Natasha's voice was dripping with all of the quiet malice that made Tony shiver in his gold titanium boots.

Pietro just smirked. "Are you deaf? Allow me to repeat myself, then. You two," he gestured to the two agents, "are about as useless as they come. Being decent with a bow and having a nice ass? Come now."

Wanda smacked him on the arm. "You promised."

He sighed and held his hands up in defeat. "I'm just stating facts."

"Facts," Clint spat. Steve reached over to touch his arm, but that apparently only worked when Natasha did it. And she looked like she had no desire to calm her fellow agent down. "The amount of work Natasha and I have put into our crafts is probably more work than you've ever done in your entire life, you little shit. Why don't I come over there and wipe that smirk off your fucking –"

"Clint," Bruce said calmly. Clint eyed him and nodded. "Clearly, he's just trying to get a rise out of you two."

Pietro looked like he was about to say something, but a sharp glance from Wanda cut it down to, "Right."

Steve sighed.

Fury, for one, was enjoying this immensely. "Well," he said with a light clap of his hands, "I'll leave you all to get acquainted. Try not to murder your new teammates before their first mission." With that, he strolled out.

Tony's eyes followed him with disdain before flicking back to the newbies. For him, looking at Pietro was like looking into a mirror; and it sickened him to no end.

Wanda smiled as amicably as she could, given what her… brother? boyfriend?… had just pulled. "Well, I think I speak for my brother," brother, then, "when I say I look forward to saving the world with yo-"

"Do me a favor, kid; go fuck yourself." Natasha strode out without another word.

"Yeah, and fuck him with a rusty, AIDS infested battle ax while you're at it," Clint added before following her out. "Blade first!" he shouted from the hallway.

"Aren't they just delightful," Tony said with an unkind smile. "Learn to sleep with one eye open, Khaleesi."

Wanda's shoulders slumped more than he thought humanly possible. Bruce walked by and gave them both a pat on the shoulder. "Welcome to the team?" he more asked than stated before walking out.

"Indeed!" Thor, who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole ordeal, followed him and wrapped his huge arms around the siblings. "I shall endeavor to ensure that your time with us is well spent!" He carried them, practically literally, out the door.

Steve sighed again. This was going to be a long learning process.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that. I'll continue it if you want me to.