So, guys, I've noticed something… Gravity Falls is actually funny.

The moment I stepped on the Helicarrier, I knew I was in deep shit.

Nick was fuming, pacing back and forth on the top of a flight of stairs, barking orders at new recruits and unpaid interns. He was grumbling under his breath, and when his one eye landed on me, his scowl deepened.

He stopped pacing, pulling an arm forward, as he gestured with his pointer finger for me to go to him. My shoulders slumped and I glanced at the team.

Luke clapped me on the back. "Good luck."

"You're gonna need it," Sam murmured.

I sighed and walked up the flight of metal stairs, my head down, taking an interest in my red converse. As my feet clanked on each metal step, it reminded me of someone running his or her nails down a chalkboard.

My converse squeaked as I halted on the landing of the stairs.

"Closer," Nick commanded.

My shoes went one centimeter closer and I stopped again.

"Stop playing games, Andy. I'm not in the mood," Nick snapped.

I sighed, taking a few steps closer, glancing up.

Nick's one brown eye glared at me.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Nick asked.

"I—" I began, but Nick cut me off.

"Of course you don't. Because you don't think, Andy. You go straight into acting before you even consider if it's a bad idea," Nick snapped.

"But—" I started again, but Nick cut me off again.

"No buts, Andrew. You torched downtown! Do you know how much money it'll take to make everyone 'forget' about this incident?" Nick shouted, loosing his cool.

All the interns, the heroes, and the employees—they stared up at the landing, watching Nick scream at me. Nick never lost his cool. He was known for his cool demeanor and he wouldn't let people forget about it.

This time, I crossed the line.

I took a step back, backing my head away from his screaming face.

"You don't think about anything, do you?" He asked angrily. "You don't think about what could go wrong! You don't think about the possibilities of you or someone else getting hurt! You don't think about anything, Max!"

Shock sunk in as Nick realized what he'd just said.

I stared at him as his hand subconsciously grazed the eye patch over his left eye. I sucked in a breath. He never talked about that.

I took another step back. He never talked about how he'd gotten that eye patch. He had never told anyone. And now, everyone knew. Everyone had heard. Everyone had seen that slight movement to his eye patch.

I reminded Nick of the brother he never talked about?

The brother he hated?

I stared at Nick, something wet glazing over my eyes, as I shook my head.

Why would he say that? Why would he think it?

I was supposed to be his son, even if I was adopted.

I was not going to be compared to Max Fury, one of the most dangerous villains in the world.

I was nothing like him.

My hands formed fists as I took another step, turning around, betrayal twisting my facial expression.

Nick was never going to live that down.

I would never forgive him for that one comment, accidental or not.

Nick whispered, "Andy. I-I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

I heard him take a step forward, and I looked over my shoulder, staring at him. "Don't," I said, shaking my head. "Just… Don't." And, with that, I walked down the stairs, passing my friends, who watched me walk out in shock.

I knew Peter had met Max once. It hadn't been pretty. He'd tried killing Pete and Nick with some psychotic glowing key and had even tried blowing up the Helicarrier. He was insane and… Nick thought I was just like him.

I pushed open a door, hearing it slam behind me, as I walked down the hallway. Tears were suddenly streaming down my cheeks but I hastily wiped them away.

I took a right turn, walking down the hallway to see four doors. I wanted to go to the lab. I wanted to lock myself in there and drown myself in work. I wanted to forget that this day even happened.

My eyesight was blurry as more tears flooded.

I walked to the first door I saw, opening it and taking a step inside. My back was turned, as I began to shut it, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands as I heard someone say, "Excuse me? We're in the middle of a meeting."

I turned around to face five living legends.

Tony Stark looked annoyed as he stood beside a SMART board, which had extremely scientific diagrams and scrawled handwriting glowing in blue against a black screen. His intent brown gaze kept me still as his black eyebrows furrowed. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, as his black dress shoe slapped against the tile floor. An upside-down obtuse triangle glowed blue against his black crewneck.

I looked around the white observation table, where the rest of the Avengers sat. Steve Rogers sat in his plastic chair, his interest perked, as his blue eyes took me in. His jelled blonde hair was to the side, revealing his handsome face. He was wearing a shirt like the ones at comic book stores, with his rustic shield painted on it.

Dr. Bruce Banner stared at me with his dark brown eyes. His chestnut skin was a brilliant comparison to his white lab coat. He raised a black eyebrow at me.

Natasha Romanoff sat beside Clint Barton. Natasha's red curls streamed down her back. She wasn't in her latex suit (can you feel the disappointment?) but she was in a black leather jacket that was over a red V-neck. She smiled kindly enough, but I knew that smile was just a cover-up. Clint looked slightly amused, his arms crossed, as he tilted his chair back. He wore a black muscle shirt that made me feel like a skinny-ass twig.

So, since it wasn't my day, why wasn't Thor there to rub in the fact that I can't do anything right, huh? Why wasn't he there, so that he could go tell his planet that I was a failure?

That's when it hit me.

I was embarrassing myself in front of the Avengers.

I looked around the room, trying to remember what Tony had said.

He glared at me, as he restated his question, "Who are you, kid?"

I stiffened. Kid? I wasn't a kid. I was sixteen. I could drive if Nick ever gave me money to afford a damn car. I could ride a jetpack (give or take a few crashes). I was old enough to take care of myself. Honestly, even if Stark was a major legend, he didn't have the right to downgrade me before he even got to know me. (a/n He's a drama queen, ain't he?)

I said, "I'm Andrew Fury."

They all shared a raised eyebrow.

"Nick Fury's son?" Dr. Banner asked curiously.

I nodded then looked around. "Sorry. I took a wrong turn… I was looking for the lab. I'll leave you guys to your meeting."

I was about to turn, when Steve held up a hand, scraping his chair back. He stood and walked toward me.

Steve was pretty imitating. He was inches taller than me and his chest was insanely buff. His arm muscles were three sizes bigger than mine and don't even get me started on his calves. If Ava were here, she would've passed out in a puddle of her own drool.

He smiled which shook off his imitating figure. "Hello, Andy. I've heard a lot about you from your father."

I nodded. "I've heard a lot about you, too. My principal's really into his comic books." (a/n Marvel Avengers reference from the movie!)

Steve grinned as he held out a hand for me to shake.I decided to take this into my own hands. Steve wasn't used to the 21st century. I held out a hand, but instead of shaking his, I clenched my hand into a fist. He took a step back, probably thinking I was going to punch him.

Yeah, right, I thought. He'd beat the living shit out of me before that happened.

I shook my head. "It's a fist bump. Put your hand into a fist, and bump mine. It's 21st Century, Rogers. I'll teach you the basics."

Steve stared at his hand, as he clenched it into a fist. He stared at it quizzically, glanced at mine, and thumped his fist against my own fist.

I grinned. "Nice! You're a natural!"

He stared at his hand. "Yeah… I guess."

Tony emitted a chuckle. I glanced over to see him petting his goatee.

He pointed at me. "You're Nick's son? You look nothing like him."

I glanced at my pink skin and felt a strand of my hair.

"Yeah, well, I'm adopted," I said, shrugging.

Tony mocked surprise. "Really? I couldn't tell."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I bet you couldn't."

The cell phone in my pocket buzzed. I pulled it out, checking my messages.

My heart kind of did a retarded little dance in my chest.

It was Crystal. Sure, she had tried killing me and whatnot, but she had apologized and said she'd wanted to get to know me…

Excuse me, while I try not to giggle aloud like an idiot.

Tony recognized the look on my face. "Oh. Who texted you? Let me guess… A girl?" Tony teasinglyasked.

I looked at him. "Um, uh, what? No!" I nervously stated, my voice cracking.

He looked at me, his smile telling me I'd just removed all doubt.

"So, what's her name?" He asked, grinning knowingly.

I glared at him but my resolve crumbled and I sighed. "Her name's Crystal."

"Aw. That's cute," Stark retorted.

I rolled my eyes. Cute was not in my vocabulary.

"Yeah, whatever," I sighed heavily.

Tony walked toward me from his spot from the front of the room. "You know, Andy, I was—wait, I still am—popular with the ladies. I mean, I'm a multibillionaire, an inventor, freaking Iron Man—I'm eye candy!"

I looked at him, wrinkling my features. "Add full of himself to the list."

The rest of the Avengers chuckled as Tony ignored my statement.

"Look, what I'm saying is, maybe, I could help you get the girl," He said.

I sighed. "If she doesn't get another assignment to kill me, sure, knock yourself out," I murmured under my breath.

They all looked at me weird.

"Uh, I mean, sure!" I said, my words dripping with false enthusiasm.

Stark gave me a blinding grin. "Alright. Let's get started, then."

Now the Avengers are in on it. In the words of Andrew Fury, "This is fantastic."

I actually thought the Sandman episode was going to be a cliffhanger. It had passed its 30-minute mark, but they ended up fixing the Helicarrier and turning Sandman into glass. I felt kind of bad for Flint. I mean, he was just lonely and kinda deranged…

During the entire episode, I was like… Oh my god. Shirtless hot superheroes. Look at Peter. Oh god, Sam. Holy crap, Luke. Oh gaawwd, Danny. How can Ava stand this? I mean, she's reading about a hot shirtless guy that suspiciously looks like Danny… Why not look up and realize that there are four sexy guys in front of you?

You know, in the Marvel Avengers movie, (spoiler to anyone who hasn't seen it), how Agent Coulsan dies? Well, imagine that didn't happen, because I like him and I want him in this damn story. So, as of the first chapter, Under-Cover Agent Phil Coulsan is alive and well and still obsessed with Captain America. He never died.

Glad we got that settled.

Lillianna Rider—Let me just say, thank you so much for reviewing. You've reviewed almost every chapter, which is amazing.

Also, thank you to everyone who followed and/or favorited. I'm glad you like it so far, and I have big plans for this story. Hopefully it skyrockets and Andy doesn't make too much of a fool of himself.

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