Here I am!

First Avenger fic. :) I hope I did well!

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Did I get everyone in character?

"When is the big, leather guy going to be here?" Darcy asked with a bored tone, kicking the table legs.

Natasha scowled at her. "Fury will get here when he gets here."

Sheepishly, Darcy stopped kicking the table and sat up a little straighter. "But when? We have been here for, like forever!"

Jane looked up from her computer. "We have been here for ten minutes..."

Darcy groaned, sliding down on her chair. She face-planted on the table.

Thor's booming voice filled the silence. "My friends! Why must we sit in silence?" He grinned at everyone, obviously wanting everyone to enjoy themselves while they waited for Fury. "I never knew Midgardians were so silent."

Tony spoke up from the end table: "We aren't usually. I think it's the company..." He smirked at the glares he got in reply to his statement.

Jane turned to Thor. "Why don't you sit down?" She patted the chair next to her.

He backed away, pointing at the chair. "Dark sorcery, I tell you! I shall not sit in those wicked objects."

There was a slight confused silence. "What is he on about?" Tony asked, with a unsure look on his face.

Darcy replied, mumbling, "He thinks that swivel chairs are powered by magic. Watch..." she pushed herself off of the table, causing her chair to twirl in several circles.

"Dark magic!"

"Science, Thor. Science."

"I still refuse sit on such...a...strange creature."

"Whatever floats your boat, blondie." Tony said, leaning back, and placing his feet on the glass conference table. Steve gave him a barely concealed glare.

"What?" He held his arms out, defensively, "They are new shoes."

Steve's look did not falter. Sighing, Tony put his feet back down on the floor. Leaning forward, he placed his face in his hands. "I am so bored."

"Welcome to the club, Stark."

He looked between his fingers, at Natasha, "Work on your sarcasm. It's getting old. Just a little bit of advice." A sudden idea struck him, "Hey, is that guy still playing Galaga?" He twirled around to look at the blond agent who was hastily closing, a suspiciously familiar looking window on his computer.

Tony looked back at the table of bored Avengers, with a smirk, "I have a idea..."

Fury hurried down a SHIELD corridor. He was late because Coulson couldn't keep his team straight. He knew it was a mistake giving him that plane.

He swung opened the glass door, turned to open his mouth and annouce his presence to the group. But his shout died in his throat, at the sight he saw.

One side of SHIELD had been completely cleared of agents, every screen was set to the same screen. Each Avenger was sitting in their the chairs, leaning forward in concentration. Playing Galaga...?

He heard Thor saying, "Yes! Die! No one can defeat Thunder!" Darcy rolled her eyes, "In the game you are not 'Thunder'! You are a space ship!"

"Darcy is right, Thor."

"Yes, Jane" He replied, obediently

Tony spoke up from the other end, "They are coming down too fast! Ugh...!" Clint was right behind Stark saying calmly, "A little to the right."

"No, I will miss it if I do that."

"No, you won't. Just move to the left! Trust me! They do call me Hawkeye."

"Who asked you for your help, anyway?!"

"You did!"

"When?"

"When you lost the first game!"

"Oh...right..."

A timid voice said, "I am not sure I got this right."

Fury turned slightly to see Steve Rogers sitting at a computer awkwardly, with Natasha standing behind his chair directing him.

"See, you press these buttons here. And it goes back and forth...and this to fire the missiles..."

What got him even more shocked was Bruce, standing off to the right, watching over a chair with a blond agent tied to it.

Yep, he needed to take that plane away from Coulson, if it was going to continue to make him late to meetings.