"He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo." – Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Can't you get the audio hooked in?"

"I'm trying – you're lucky we've got video though."

"We don't really need it – just guess what they're saying! 'I'm Harry Potter, pudding, doorknob, hello!'"

"Isn't there a way to get the transcript of what they're saying on there? That's what I do when my TV busts."

"That's for TV shows, though."

"I am very confused," Thor muttered to Steve, who nodded back.

"Just…kick it," Clint offered, getting offended looks from Tony and Bruce, "Or not. That's cool too."

"Fury's waving his arms like that," Tony hissed, wincing at the screen, "That isn't good at all."

"They look so sad," Darcy pet the screen, pouting, "Don't be sad, Tiny Harry and Tiny Hermione! We'll protect you!"

"What is he saying?" Bruce demanded, frowning at the screen, "I really need to pick up lip reading."

"It looks like…'dangerous,'…'no good can come from…,'…'- out of here,'" Natasha winced and pulled away as everybody shared saddened looks. They all screamed when Fury's voice suddenly erupted from the screen, leaping back as Thor wielded his hammer and Clint aimed an arrow at the screen. They all blinked at one another for their embarrassing moment before turning back to the screen.

"Look, Director, I understand where you're coming from," Harry spoke up, "And I agree with you completely."

"We'll go," Hermione said, "Voluntarily, too, so not to cause unneeded trouble."

"No," Tony and Darcy cried out, her arms outstretched as they pouted, "Don't leave!"

"Could you drop me off, Harry?" Hermione asked, wincing and shrugging, "I rather don't have my wand."

"Of course – like I'd let you out of my sight now," Harry frowned, grabbing her arm and nodding to Fury, who nodded back before the two disappeared with a pop.

"Sir," Maria spoke up, folder in her arms, "Perhaps you should tell the team now?"

"Might as well," he shrugged, marching his way to the conference room, where everybody was scrambling to unhook the screens from the security cameras. They managed to make the screen blank twelve seconds before he walked through the door, catapulting themselves into seats and nodding and looking as if they'd been speaking this whole time.

"Fury," Tony nodded as Fury crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him, "Need anything?"

"You need to stop hacking into SHIELD's computers, Stark," he frowned before turning to Bruce, "Same to you as well."

"We haven't been hacking!" Bruce cried, pouting as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's more like snooping – and everybody loves Snoopy," Tony smirked.

"I liked Woodstock, actually," Clint said, high-fiving Darcy when the girl offered her palm.

Director Fury rolled his eye at them, huffing, "Go get some sleep, you've got a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"Aye-aye, Sarge!" Tony saluted as Steve dully arched an eyebrow at him, "Well I couldn't call him 'Captain' – that's your nickname!"

He rolled his eyes and stood, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked towards the door, "I'm going to go to sleep. It has been a very long day."

"I miss them," he heard Darcy say before the door shut, making him sigh and nod in agreement.

I…

Regret….

Nothing.

Also, I have no idea why it took so long to update. I think I might've forgotten that I didn't, 'cause I had the doc uploaded and everything. *shrugs*