Ok everybody, this isn't really an Avenger, but it was requested. Thanks for the support!

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Chapter 7- Nick

Nick shut off the screen. He was sick of talking to the Council about the damage the Avengers had cost. They had saved the world, what part of that could the committee not understand? They were being blamed for saving lives. Sometimes Nick didn't know who's side the committee was on.

He sat down in his favorite leather chair at his desk, massaging his temples. All the team was at Avengers tower, so he granted a little bit of peace and quiet. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, shredding most of them. At SHIELD, everything that anyone was done with was shredded. He shredded half of the papers on his desk, most of them from the Council. What junk. One was an envelope, but not from them.

It was written in the handwriting of a child, not the sharp- typed letters he usually received from some secret organization. He opened it, curious.

Dear Nick Fury,

My name is Joanna. I live here in Manhattan; your team saved my house from the evil aliens. I'm not really sure what you do, except for that you assembled the Avengers. I guess you deserve thanks for assembling a team, even if you didn't fight. It's pretty hard to make a team out of misfits, huh? My little sister thinks you look like an evil pirate, have you ever been in a movie? Maybe you were in Pirates of the Caribbean. If not, you should be. My brother thinks you rock, and wants an eye patch like yours. My sis thinks you should paint an eye on it, so people think it is really an eye. She is so silly.

In my opinion, you should make it look pretty. You could at least paint it gold, or maybe put a giant jewel in the middle. That way, you could look even more intimidating to the bad guys. Are you good at poker, 'cause you look like the kind of person you would have a good poker face. Do you even smile? I know since you are like, a secret agent and everything, you have to look tough, but come on! The Avengers saved the world, and you didn't even give a tiny grin! You need to work on that. My bro says it's part of the bad-bad word that starts with an a and ends in an s – attitude, what ever that means. Mommy told me not to say it because it is a very bad word. I am eight; I think I can handle bad words!

Another thing you should work on is your potty mouth. I know that you are an adult, but bad words are naughty to say. But it's your mouth- your choice. Oh, also, do you ever get hot wearing that giant black coat everywhere? It looks so hot; I would be sweating! Uh oh, mommy says I have to finish up the letter because you have better things to do. So remember…

1- New eyepatch

2- NO pottymouth

3- SMILE AT HAPPY STUFF!

Well, I gotta go now. Nice talking to you, Joanna McFarland

Nick stared at the envelope. No one ever told him what to do, ever. But it was cute. The cursing he was not getting rid of. If he did, the Avengers would be dead right now. The eyepatch was not getting a jewel. He walked down the hall, and stopped at some guards.

"Hello gentlemen," He said with a minuscule smile, walking on.

The guards looked at each other, horror written upon their faces.

"Is he taking drugs?"

"I don't think so, but he was smiling! This can not be good at all."

\ Sorry it was so short. I just had a couple of extra minutes in my day. Please make me happy and Review!