CHAPTER 9: THE "SMALL STUFF"

The Avengers sat in the den, among soft blankets and pillows, planning their first mission.

"Steve, since you're our master strategist or whatever, what's the plan?" Tony said, spreading out a map of the building over the blankets.

"It's simple, really. Nat, Matt, Me and Clint are going to go in first, through the entrance on the west side, just here, take out some guards and lackeys, then put charges in the drug supply, which according to Matt is in this room, and get out of there. Supply goes kaboom, and we get back here just in time for a midnight snack. Sound good?" Steve said, pointing out places on the map as he spoke.

"How will we get in?" Clint asked.

Tony and Bruce glanced at each other, and smiles lit up their faces. Bruce flicked through some files, and bought up a hologram of a small cylindrical device.

"I love these," Tony said, "It detonates a tiny explosion. So if you place it just above a lock on a door and stand back, boom, lock picked."

Clint nodded, "Nice."

"Any other questions?" Steve asked.

"Uh, yeah, what will Bruce and I be doing?"

"I was hoping that if we find and files or computers in the place, we could copy data from them and find more places to check out."

Tony and Bruce nodded simultaneously.

"Got it." Tony muttered.

"We'll also have access to the detonations, so we can set them off remotely," Bruce piped up, "Then you won't have to worry about blowing yourselves up."

The other teens nodded.

"We all good?" Tony said with a grin.

"We're good," came the resounding reply.

"Awesome," Tony muttered, flicking on the TV and grabbing a slice of pizza. "Almost time to get this show on the road."


The van was parked just across the street from the warehouse-like building, full of anxious teenagers.

"I still can't believe that we're actually doing this." Clint muttered from the back of the van, fiddling with the tip of an arrow.

"Neither." Tony said, tapping his hands on the steering wheel. Unfortunately, he was too noticeable to go on this mission, as was Bruce, so they were going to manage communications from the van. There were laptops and wires set up everywhere, nearly tripping up Clint on multiple occasions.

Steve turned from the front window, lowering the binoculars from his face. "Okay, the guards are all inside the building, and they shouldn't be doing another patrol for ten minutes. Now is the best time to move."

They all nodded, and put on their masks in unison.

There was a pause.

"I'm sorry but that was such a gangster moment." Clint said with glee, making the others groan.

Steve sighed, "Common, lets go," and slid open the van's door.

The four teens jumped out of the van, running quickly to the entrance of the building. Clint set the charge on the door, turning and taking a few steps. He braced as the small explosion cracked open the door, and they filed quickly inside.

They got to the storage room far quicker than they had anticipated. There were only about twenty people in the building, Matt had informed them, and fourteen were only meant to load and unload the cargo from ships, into storage, then out into vans. The other five were obviously guards, but they had been playing poker in a side-room when the Avengers had arrived, guns across the other side of the table.

The brawl had broken out quickly, and soon enough Steve was throwing punches left right and centre, Natasha was fighting two men at once and winning, Matt had taken out a man with a swift punch and Clint had managed to knock a guard unconscious by smashing a chair over his head.

It had taken less than a minute to knock the five guards out.

They collected the guns from the room, putting them in duffel bags, and moved on.

They snuck down the corridor, until Matt held up a hand to stop them.

"Four more in that room, three in the next corridor and seven in the cargo hold." He muttered, and the other three nodded.

They turned the corner into the corridor, Natasha and Matt quietly taking out the three people in the corridor. Steve and Clint sneaked ahead of them, into the next room, surprising the four lackeys in there. Clint quickly fired off five arrows, pinning two of the men to the wall, then walking over and knocking them out with a punch.

Steve dealt with the other two as Matt and Natasha joined them, and they moved into the storage room. It was a blur of fists after that, the four Avengers taking on seven untrained but strong lackeys, and the Avengers made quick work of the enemy's.

It took less than twenty minutes to knock out everyone in the building.

Matt and Clint pulled out some handcuffs, moving the unconscious men and women outside, cuffing them together and to the wall behind them.

Steve swiftly made his way to the storage room, setting charges as he went. He put one explosive on each crate, just to be safe, then ran to the exit.

"Charges are set, guys." He said over the comms, moving back through the corridors.

"One second," Natasha replied from another room, where she had found some computers and was hacking into them, "One more minute and I'll be done."

Steve nodded, "Better get out of there quick, Widow."

He left the building, joining Matt and Clint outside. They all ran to the van and leaped in, joined a second later by a victorious looking Natasha. She held up the flash drive in her hand, slamming the van door behind her. Tony hit the gas, and they sped off down the road.

"Okay, we all in? Good. And, detonating in three, two, one…" Bruce said, pressing the enter key.

An explosion blasted behind them, slightly shaking the ground underneath them. They listened as the noise subsided, the sudden silence filling them.

"Holy shit, we did it!" Clint yelled, grabbing the nearest person - an unamused Natasha - in a hug.

Steve smiled sadly, "We did it."

There was another silence, the only noise was Tony's drumming against the steering wheel and the hum of the engine.

Tony's drumming stopped for a second. "So, Steve, while I was stuck in here bored out of my mind, I was thinking: why didn't the Nazi's just shoot you in the legs? I mean, your shield is the size of a dinner plate and you are a bit of an idiot."

Steve face-palmed. "Why do I live with you people."

Clint piped up, "It is a good point though, how have they not taken down The Captain America already?"

Steve looked up at them, completely exasperated, "You think a few bullets to the legs are gonna stop me? Bullshit. I've been shot in the legs over forty times an' I'm still kickin'."

"Woah, okay, jeez. That escalated quickly," Tony said, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "Anyway, nearly home. How'd you guys feel about your first mission?"

Clint grinned, "It was awesome. We have to celebrate!"

Tony nodded, "Well, I ordered in some pizza, and I think Mr Patriotism over there made apple pie."

The others cheered slightly.

Half an hour later, after they had showered and changed into new clothes, they were all sitting around the dining table, raising their glasses.

"To us, and to future missions," Matt said as a toast. "And to those we are avenging."


AN: Vine references: 2. I'm on a roll. A bad and destructive roll. Tony needs to stop encouraging me, for the sanity of my readers.
Anyway, what did you think of the chapter? Good, bad, a little short? (Who am I kidding this chapter was so short)

To the guest who wanted stuff to get blown up soon, here you go.

~ waitisthataship