I'm an amature photographer. I had this thought that Tony would be one because he of all the Avengers would stop what they're doing and pull out a camera.

During A Debrief With The Team and Fury

They were on the helicarrier for a meeting, a long meeting that involved Fury glaring (and shouting) and the Avengers blinking back at him with the occasional comment. Naturally, Tony was bored and just wanted to get back to his lab. He was in the process of figuring out coding for JARVIS' next update when he glanced around the room to see how everyone else was holding up.

Steve's "I'm listening" face was slipping into a bored one. Bruce wa s zoned out. Even Clint and Natasha looked ready to bail. The only one of the who didn't look bored, or wasn't beginning to show it, was Thor. Tony chalked it up to Thor being the future king of Asgard and most likely has had to sit through longer mind numbing th ings.

Looking back to where Fury was standing at the front, his boredom immediately left him. Fury was standing in the middle of the front. His head was bowed slightly and his hands were clasped behind him. The light was streaming in from the large windows, thro wing shadows across the front and Fury. The room was already somewhat dimly lit. The shadows added an extra air of mystery to the room, not that Fury needed it.

Tony's eyes widened as his brain processed everything. His fingers twitched to move to his inside coat pocket. Taking in the sight before him, he couldn't help but hope that Fury would turn little to the left. His hand slid inside his coat and took out the small device that Tony needed in that moment, his camera. Barely registering that his team was watching him, Tony carefully turned on the camera and continued to track his subject. After watching, and waiting, a few more minutes, Fury finally turned that slight left that Tony was hoping for. Silently and quickly, Tony raised his camera to his eye and looked through his viewfinder. He adjusted his settings and was ready to take his shot. Breathing in, he did a half press on the shutter button. He took his shot as he exhaled, the shutter making its usual click. The team had all their attention on him now. Fury's head snapped up when he heard the click. Reflexively, Fury reached for his gun and had it out, aiming for Tony's head. Tony, with no sense of self preservation, kept snapping away with his camera, ignoring (not noticing) the fact that Fury had his gun trained on him.

Fury sighed as he realized his target was Stark and reluctantly put down his gun. His gun back in his holster, Fury squared himself up and stood facing the billionaire with a death wish. His arms were crossed and his chest p uffed out. His face had the signature Fury glare. The vain on his forehead throbbing with each click of Tony's camera.

"STARK!" Fury barked.

Still looking through his camera, Tony replied, "Yeah?"

"Do you really think NOW is the time to take pictures?"

Snapping some more photos, Tony shrugged, "Well, Nicky, I got bored and the scene called to me."

Fury growled and started towards Tony, "You got... Bored?"

Changing some of his settings to compensate for the change in Fury's position, Tony glanced up and nodded, "Yup. Bored. You should consider yourself fortunate. Not everyone gets to be Tony Stark's source of photographic brilliance. Now, if you could make that scowly face again... That's the one." He snapped another photo and went back to watching Fury through his camera.

Fury's face cycled through various expressions, going from glaring to scowling to slight bewilderment and settling on a mix of his scowl and glare.

"Ease up on the scowl their Nicky," Tony said still tracking Fury, "You'll get wrinkles."

Fury looked irritated. "Stark, get your ass off of my helicarrier, NOW!" He looked around at the other Avengers who were suddenly trying to look like they weren't just watching Tony take pictures of Fury. "And that goes for the rest of you motherfuckers. Out and off!"

They all scrambled for the door and went quickly to the quinjet. Tony paused in the doorway , "So Loki and I were talking. He thinks you need a nice long massage to ease all that stress. I personally think you just need to get laid. What do you think?"

"OUT AND OFF, STARK! OUT AND OFF!"

"I'll email you the results of my brilliance later. Do I have your email address? You know what, I'll find it." Tony strutted off, quickly but still a strut, to the quinjet.

Later in the air...

"Really Tony? You couldn't have waited?" Steve asked.

"Well Cap, if I had waited, the moment would have passed and we wouldn't have these fabulously brilliant photos of old Nick Fury." Tony relied back looking at his camera's screen.

Clint was looking over his shoulder at the images, he pointed to the one of Fury with his gun pointed straight at the camera and Tony, "That one. I want that one."

Tony looked up at the archer amused, "You would want that one, Legolas. Now hold still for a moment."

Steve sighed as he heard the audible click of Tony's shutter.

"Seriously Steve, Tony's photos are great. You should check them out when we get back to the tower."

Tony preened at the praise, "Bask in my brilliance."