Here is the next chapter! Thanks everyone who has reviewed.

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Twenty or more, or possibly less (no one was really up to math more basic than a preschooler's) junior agents sat in the debriefing room. This was its official name. Its more appropriate name was the you're- in- some-serious- motherf***ing-shit room.

The junior agents sat heads held in hands with blood shot eyes, enormous headaches, and a completely blank spot in their memory were the pass 24 hours should have been. The man in front of them stood, staring draggers at them with his one good eye. The man was Director Fury, who had killed countless trained assassin, seen things that had left other men in the loony bins, and could in fact give a look that killed. Lucky all the junior agents were suffering too much to notice his stare much more than to know it was directed toward their general direction, otherwise they would had been many casualties and even more paper work.

"I'm Sorry Furious Director, I Do Not Understand What I Did Wrong," Said the large god like figure who sat among them. None could remember who he was though the phrase "god like" did ring some bells. Loud bells, very LOUD bells, didn't the man realize they were all hung over.

"You don't understand? Of course you don't. Just tell me what the hell you were thinking bring this many junior agents out binge drinking the night before a big mission?" The Director looked as though he would stab a passer-by at the moment, be it women, child, or kitten.

"I Was Told They Were To Die In Battle In The Morrow, So Tony And I Decided To, How Did He Put It, Party Like Its Ragnarök."

"And where is Tony right now?" Fury said with a disgusted that was mirrored in the face of Coulson standing a little ways behind him at the wall.

"He Is Sleeping Off His Liquor."

"Sleeping off his Liquor? SLEEPING Off His Motherf***ing Liquor!"

"Sir, I'll personal deal with Stark later," Coulson said somehow not fazed by the Director's mood.

"Damn Straight You Will!" Some of the junior agents would later swear Fury began to foam at the mouth at this point. He took a few minutes to regain what little composure he had left, before he got down to the meat of the problem. "Alright, I'm a fun guy. I can forgive you for one night of stupidity. What I can't forgive you for is this." He looked over to Agent Hill, who pressed a button and began a slide show.

The pictures were of course of the previous night. As evident from the pictures it had begun simply enough as just a pizza party at a little restaurant, but as the slide show went on the partying became more and more extreme. There were strippers at one point, a wedding between two of the junior agents who now looked at each other awkwardly, what looked like a trip to either Cirque Du Soleil or a really good drag show which seem to involve several of the junior agents' participation, and at the end one of the agents laid out with marker on his face. At this point one of the junior agents perked up and began scrubbing his face wishing he had looked in the mirror that morning and hoping Fury hadn't noticed. Fury had noticed and gave the agent one of his death looks.

"This is not behavior fitting of an agent of SHIELD gentlemen, but I could have forgiven it. If it had remanded a private matter," Fury said to the room at large. "Do any of you know how I came across these photos? I'll give you a hint it didn't take a secret agent. In fact all it took was an intern. I happened to find a Miss Darcy Lewis in Foster's lab this morning as she was checking her Facebook and laughing hysterically. Laughing hysterically at SHIELD agents, and I can't blame her! But I can blame you. So this concludes your time at SHIELD gentlemen. If you learned anything from this experience I hope it was discretion."

As the now ex-SHIELD junior agents walked out of the room a few could be heard mumbling, "What the hell's Ragnarök anyway?" Coulson sighed. It was all in chapter 48, Norse Mythology, and Asgardian Tradition. There was also a chapter on prepping the night before a mission, as well a footnote in chapter 18 Representing SHIELD While on Duty as how to an agent should behave in public settings off the clock as well as parties. "You actions outside of SHIELD still reflect SHIELD as a whole."

Coulson dug out his SHIELD issue cell and text "Well played Stark."

The replied he got was "hell yeah it was ;)"

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Ragnarök is kind of like the Norse version of the apocalypse, but don't quote me on it. So when Tony says to party like its Ragnarök, he means party like its 1999 really. Just in case explanations are needed.

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