Just a funny one-shot I wrote about my OC team, Omega Four. This is actually what happened when my siblings and I had to go without milk, so here goes nothing!
"Fury!" A voice hissed. Nick Fury looked around, to find one of his agents crouched fearfully in the corner.
"What's going on?" Commander Fury demanded. "Where are all the agents?"
"Hiding." Was the whispered reply.
"From what?!" Nick was getting rather annoyed.
"Omega Four."
...
"Where's the milk?" Camo asked, peering into the Helicarrier's refrigerator.
"We're out." Maria Hill replied, strolling into the room with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.
"Oh..." Camo said. "...OK..."
...
Professor sucked down a glass of half and half.
"BLUGH!" She cried. "This tastes nothing like milk!"
"How could Fury let his Helicarrier run out of milk?!" Captain Alpha exclaimed.
Hotshot mumbled something through a mouthful of peppermint coffee creamer. Meanwhile, Camo was chugging a bottle of heavy whipping cream desperately.
"Are you guys…" Agent Coulson poked his head into the room and all four of the agents whipped around to glare at him, various beverages momentarily forgotten.
"...alright…?" Coulson slowly backed his head out of the doorway. The agents resumed their activities.
….
"Must...have...milk…" Camo stuttered, shaking in place, eyes twitching dangerously.
"WHY?" Professor screamed, face down on the floor, banging her fists and feet like a three year old throwing a tantrum.
"ARRGH!" Hotshot writhed on the floor. He sat up suddenly, mouth foaming.
"He's gone feral!" Captain Alpha shrieked, throwing a coffee pot at Hotshot. In crashed into tiny pieces on the floor, oozing dark brown coffee. Hotshot bent down to lap it up, then spit it out disgustedly, shaking his head.
"MUST HAVE MILK!" Camo repeated, louder.
"YARR!" Hotshot launched himself at her, crazed.
"I can handle this! I got my degree in werewolf hunting!"" Professor exclaimed, tackling Hotshot.
"What?!" Captain Alpha yelled.
A group of new agents strolled into the kitchen, laughing and talking. They stopped and stared at the scene. One of them dodged a can opener.
"MMIIILLK!" Captain Alpha hollered, throwing random kitchen appliances around.
"AARGH!"Camo repeatedly ran into the wall.
The agents left. In the hall, they ran into some more agents.
"Don't go in there." One of them warned, pointing at the kitchen.
"Okay."
…..
Soon, Camo, Professor, Captain Alpha, and Hotshot had left the kitchen. They ran around the Helicarrier, shrieking and throwing things, searching desperately for anything white and creamy. Hotshot pounced on anything that moved. By the time Nick Fury arrived from Avenger's Tower, the place was a war zone. Papers were everywhere, furniture was overturned, and coffee stained the floor.
Suddenly, the director was tackled from above by a screaming figure who seemed to drop from the ceiling.
"GET. US. MILK." Captain Alpha seethed, hands wrapped around Fury's throat.
"Okay." Fury kicked the captain off and ran to the mini jets, grumbling.
"Siri, where's the nearest convenience store?" He muttered into his phone, starting the engine.
…..
"MMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKK!" Camo yelled, tackling Nick Fury. Yanking the jug from his grasp, she waved it above her head, laughing maniacally.
"It's all mine!"
"Oh, no you don't!" Professor shrieked, trying to wrest it from Camo's grasp.
"YYYYYYYYAARRRRRRRRR!" Hotshot screamed, trying to knock Camo off balance by hanging from her waist.
"GIVE IT!" Captain Alpha joined Professor in trying to obtain the milk jug.
"WAIT!" Camo cried. Everyone froze. "We might break the jug." Hotshot straightened, up, apparently sane.
"EVERYBODY GRAB A CUP!" He hollered, running into the kitchen. Cheering, the others followed him.
…..
A minute later, Omega Four was sitting quietly and peacefully in the middle of a messy kitchen. They each had a glass of milk in their hands, and were sipping placantly.
"What in the world was that?!" Nick Fury stomped in, furious at the agent's behavior.
"We love our milk." Camo replied happily.
"Humph."