A/N: I do not own Glee or the Avengers. I just create little AU's for my amusement.

Meeting the team

"Everyone! Come meet our new costume designer! He'll be living with us for the next couple of months." Four of the five other Avengers crowded around them, looking at Kurt curiously. Kurt was trying not to squirm under their gaze, his cheeks and neck burned. But, he stood up straight and smiled with false confidence. Tony was a good teacher, even if he didn't know it.

The only woman in the group, a beautiful red head, gave him a kind smile before looking at Tony sharply, "A costume designer, Stark? Do you really think that would be…necessary?" His grinned had faltered slightly but regained his composure, her tone of voice sending chills of warning up his spine, "Of course! He'll be working with me, making better, stronger and more fabulous costumes that ever before. I mean, I can come up with all the defensive stuff but I'll admit, the only way I get on tabloids best dressed lists is because Jarvis or Pepper usually chooses my outfits. Honestly, I'd just go out in a dirty white shirt and torn up jeans if I wasn't careful." Kurt scrunched up his nose at the thought but said nothing.

Thor was the first to come up to him and clap him on the shoulder, "A friend of our own Man of Iron is a friend of mine! Back in Asguard, the cloth makers were by far the most honorable of people. They created our armor and our weapons. If Tony thinks of you in such high regards, you must be a man of great respect!" The teen winced slightly at the pat but nevertheless grinned. He would never tell Tony this, but Thor had always been his favorite of the Avengers. Only Blaine knew his terrible secret, just like Kurt knew Blaine loved Iron Man...yeah, he's definitely not telling Tony that either.

"Umm, thank you. I hope to meet up to your standards," he said, proud of himself for only blushing a little. Natasha and Clint came up to him and shook his hand. Bruce stayed behind, waving awkwardly from a distance. In a moment of hesitation, Kurt thought back to the news reel about the Hulk and the amount of destruction he had caused to New York and other places around the world. But it was only for a moment. Kurt smiled, teeth and all and held out his hand to a surprised Bruce, "Hello, Mr. Banner. It's a pleasure to meet you." Apprehensively, Bruce took his hand, "Most people only say that if they want something from me. I'm not getting that vibe from you."

Kurt shrugged, "So you turn into a ten foot, green giant with anger issues the size of Mel Gibson. I've seen worse, believe me. Try taking on a five foot two Jewish girl with a voice as big as her ego after learning Anne Hathaway took her dream role of Fantine in the movie remake of Les Mis. Now that's something to truly fear."

Bruce chuckled softly at that before hiding behind a hand to cover a snort. "Sorry, it's just…that's hilarious." Kurt felt himself sag in relief and was about to continue when the door opened. The tension came back tenfold.

"Tony. You said you wanted to see me?"

Coming down the steps, looking like he had just come back from the work out room, was none other than Captain America himself. Aka, Steve Rogers. Aka, Kurt's great-great-grandfather. Aka, the man he should avoid or else Kurt will end up talking and be forever hated by America's number one favorite superhero and therefore hated by America. If not the world. He knew he probably looked like a deer in headlights but he was too scared to move.

Steve noticed him almost immediately and gave him a business like smile. "Who's this?"

Again, Tony came to the rescue. Arm around his shoulder, Tony said, "This is Kurt Hummel. He'll be with us for the summer. He's a friend of sorts and I asked him to be an intern for us as costume designer. Say hello, Kurt. You, of course, know the Cap, right?" Kurt was wrong. Tony was trying to kill him. He turned his head so sharply, Kurt almost gave himself whiplash, looking wide eyed and alarmed.

Steve looked somewhat muddled by Tony's grin and Kurt's expression but held a hand out for him. "How do you do, Kurt. Or do you prefer Mr. Hummel?" The designer just stared at the hand for quite a while. He was pretty sure his brain just fizzled out and blanked out on him. Tony nudged him, bringing him back to reality. Jumping up, startled, Kurt shook Steve's hand, his trembling a little. He quickly let go and smiled, looking strained,

"K-Kurt's fine, thanks. Mr. Stark, would it be alright if I checked out my work station now?"

The smile on Tony's face didn't quite reach his eyes. They almost looked disappointed but Kurt was going to strongly ignore that, "Sure, I'll walk you to it. So everyone, be nice to Kurt. He's a good listener so if you have any problems, comes find him. I have enough confidence in him to know that he can fix almost anything that I can't. Alright, elfin disciple. Off to the work station we go."

Waving him off, Natasha narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone else, "Did Tony just say that that kid is our therapist too?"

The others blinked before looking up at the ceiling. "Jarvis?" she called out.

"I am not in liberty to say, Ms. Romanov. But if you do have anything you would like to talk about, it is strongly suggested by both Mr. Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D to speak to Mr. Hummel."

Natasha sighed, pinching the skin between her eyebrows, "This has Stark scent all over it."

Steve was frowning, "He didn't seem to like me very much, did he?" His eyes widened in some sort of realization, "You don't think Tony told him lies about me, do you?"

The Russian spy took a seat on the couch, taking the remote away from Clint, "You know what, Cap? I really wouldn't put it past him."