Summary: There is a high mortality rate for junior agents despite Coulson's attempts to keep them alive by passing on his acquired knowledge in the form of a pamphlet. A pamphlet no one reads. Tony decides to put matters into his own hands and enlists the help of the other Avengers whether they want to or not. Just some funny fluff. Rate T for language.
All right this is the prologue, got the idea a bit from Star Trek. I've already written the next couple chapters, just prof reading them before putting them up. Also very important I DONT OWN THE AVENGERS. I don't know why you'd think that but in case you did. :P
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The seminar for junior agents finally ended five hours after it began, with the junior agents shuffling out, looking much like zombies. They had gone over zombies during the seminar though and now knew how to tell the difference, which was good, since they now knew how to kill a zombie in thirty seconds or less with basic office supplies. Because that might come in handing someday much like all the other things they had gone over in the seminar, which ranged from alien attacks to terrorist organizations and strangely enough mutants living in the sewers. Their instructor was unreasonably thorough.
"Don't forget to look through your pamphlet," Coulson called after them. The pamphlet he was referring to was the size of a phone book and twice as dry. No one ever read the pamphlet, but Coulson continued year after year to hand them out in the faint hope that it would save someone's life. Who knows perhaps it would have, if it was ever read. Perhaps someday one of the junior agents, all wide eyed and fresh faced, would read or even flip through the helpful novel length pamphlet and see some, or even a few of the tips, ticks, warnings, and helpful suggestions that Coulson had taken the trouble of compiling. And maybe they would retain or pass on just a little of that knowledge. And then maybe, just maybe, when the time came they would remember and act accordingly. Unfortunately this junior agent, Coulson feared, was not among them this year if said junior agent even existed. He sighed, checked his watch, and walked down the hall with purpose. If they insisted on learning everything the hard way, on their own through trial after painful trial, well he couldn't stop them. He had done what he could now all that was left was to pray for the poor souls.
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Ok there is the prologue. Very short, everything will be going much faster after this, just setting it up. Review if you please. I'll try to get the next chapter up within the week.