I'm going to try to add more 'story' like elements to the chapters. Hopefully it will link the Forms together better. Also, it should be noted that these chapters don't necessarily follow chronological order. Some will, but others could take place earlier or later than others. I hope this isn't too confusing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the forms you see in this story. They belong to the Formal Notices: From The Bureau of Communication by Joshua and David Keay. I also don't own The Avengers, who of course belong to Marvel. I think that's it.
Warning: Obviously, the original formatting of these forms won't hold up in Fanfiction dot Net court, so I've tried my best to make it understandable. Since the forms are fill-in-the-blank originally, any part that is underlined is something that was 'filled in' by the character or characters mentioned. Anything that is bolded and underlined is one of the options chosen by the person or persons filling out the form when applicable. Anything in (parenthesis) is instructions given by the form for options to choose when filling in the blank. I left these in because they are hilarious.
Because, after all, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still a bureaucratic organization.
Clint sighed tiredly, making his way back to his barracks on the Helicarrier. He used to have a set of barracks at S.H.I.E.L.D. until his little… 'run-in' with Loki. Ever since, agents have been walking on pins and needles around him. Agent Coulson suggested keeping to the Helicarrier for now. Since Phil was his handler and friend, and obviously concerned for his safety Clint felt like he had no choice about it. Worse yet, he couldn't even complain about it.
He was just coming back from his last psychological evaluation with the medical team. It looked like they were finally agreeing that he wasn't traumatized by being mind controlled, and they didn't think he was a threat to his fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
Well, within reason.
Seriously, though. Clint really didn't want to stay on the Helicarrier anymore. Natasha was rarely on board, and even if she was there more it didn't change the fact that Clint was going stir crazy. He wanted to be able to move around, not be confined to some plane in the sky. Even if he could leave, where would he go? No doubt his old barracks back at headquarters have already been given to someone else. Clint supposed he could always rent an apartment somewhere, but that would take time, what with all the background checks. And then he would have to give them some kind of phony background as well. That was more of Natasha's thing rather than his.
It looked like he would just have to stay on the Helicarrier some more. That would be perfect for his nerves.
He was just approaching his barracks door when he noticed it. There was a little slip of paper sticking out from where something was clearly stuck under his door. Already wary after his last appointment, Clint was really in no mood for any surprises. He continued down the hall until he came to the nearest air duct. He looked down both sides of the hallway first, making sure no one was coming or looking at him before entering. He was starting to be infamous for using the ducts as a means of travel, and if it meant that he didn't have to suffer through more teasing at his expense then he was more than ready to make sure that nobody saw him.
He looked through the vent that led to his room, checking every vantage point that he could see. The only thing that looked out of the ordinary was the official looking document that was lying on his floor. Frowning, Clint slowly lowered himself into the room. He spun around, gun out—but there was nothing behind him, either. He approached the document, briefly looking over its contents. When he saw who it was from, he immediately lowered the gun.
Clint picked up the Form (what else could it be?) and read it over, groaning. He couldn't help the slight smile on his face, though. Sometimes it was nice to have friends.
OFFICIAL NOTICE
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF OCCASION (Form G-26)
Statement:
Dear (Name of Recipient) Katniss/Legolas/Robin Hood/Green Arrow Wannabe (yeah, I went there.),
It has recently come to my attention that you will soon be observing (Event) the end of your psych evaluation. This is a (Adjective) for you, I suppose routine occasion. I propose you should commemorate this (Adjective) auspicious time by (Suggested Activity) immediately moving in to the Avengers Tower (trademark). It is not every day that one has a chance to (Consequence of Suggested Activity) live with a super-soldier, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, a demi-god/alien, and a man with extraordinary anger management issues. I hope that you feel very (Sensation) grateful. Wishing you (Sentiment) to hurry your feathered ass up and move in already! Your (Adjective) incredibly handsome (Relationship to Person) soon-to-be roommate, (Your Name) Tony Stark.
Additional Notes-Brevity is a Virtue
I can't believe you and Stalin kept these beautiful, beautiful things from me. Shame on you. Luckily, I'm going to go with the assumption that you were too busy trying to figure out how to beat the psych eval, so I'll give you a pass. This time. By the way, you should totally move in now. So yeah. Do that right away.
Did I mention we have Shwarma? I'm thinking of making it trademarked as the Avengers food of choice.
Filing date:
Occasion:
Quinceaños
Engagement
Wedding
Anniversary
Divorce
Birthday
Bar Mitzvah
First Communion
National Holiday
Fictional Holiday
Graduation
Life-Alternation
(write in) Somehow Convincing S.H.I.E.L.D. Medical That You're Sane
Message Sent:
Ahead of Time
Just in Time
Past Due
Attachments:
Love
Gifts
Cash
Thanks Requested
Please Reply:
Never
Immediately
At Your Leisure
Significance of Event:
Forgettable—Notable—Life Changing
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Sincerity of Sentiment:
Bona Fide—Honest—Simulated—Artificial
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Disclaimer:
The Sender Denies Any Responsibility For the Consequences of Suggested Activity.