The world was ending. It was official. The world was over.
It was time for the Avenger's physicals.
"Let go!" Camille tugged on the billionaires legs while his arms were wrapped around the bar leg.
"Never!" He kicked and screamed like a toddler having a tantrum.
"You are going to get evaluated if it is the last thing I do!" With a final tug she pulled him off the bar and Thor scooped him up.
"But I don't count!" He finally stopped struggling and went for reasoning.
"All the Avengers are required to take a mandatory physical test overseen by the board of directors at 9:30 AM in their private training room." She looked up from her phone.
Tony just pouted.
The rest of the Avengers were waiting in front of the gym when they arrived. They were greeted by the Board, Fury, Maria, Jasper and a group of SHIELD scientists with clipboards who were mumbling in a huddle.
"Five minutes and twenty six point seventy eight seconds late." Fury smirked at his watch, and then at Camille who was out of breath. "Rogers..." He beckoned.
Poor Steve was surrounded by the scientists who put some heart monitor on his chest and gave him instructions.
3 sets of suicide sprints, 100 sit ups, 500 push ups, 75 jumping jacks, and then jog around the gym. Steve and Thor had the same numbers. They finished with a nod of approval from the board and then they left to go yell at Steve's computer.
Nat and Clint were next,
2 sets of suicide sprints, 75 sit ups, 100 push ups, 50 jumping jacks, and then run around the gym twice.
They were done, and before they had left the gym, they had started hitting and screaming at each other over who had better time. (Clint had lost by 5 seconds) They then left to go do their monthly weapon inventory.
Banner was next, he was in excellent shape,
1 suicide sprint, 50 sit ups, 50 push ups, 25 jumping jacks, and then jog around the gym.
He was finished, and a little out of breath, but he stayed to laugh at his lab partner.
Then Tony...
"No."
"Yes."
"No"
"Yes."
"N..."
"You're doing it."
"Fine."
Tony decided to modify his list a little.
1/2 suicide sprint, 3 sit ups, 10 push ups, a couple sad attempts at jumping jacks, and then, it could't even be classified as running, around the gym.
Bruce was rolling around the floor laughing by the time he was done.
"In my defense," he panted, "I was dying three years ago."
################
"Banner shows an excellent performance of his physical skills, and considering his position in life, he should be very proud." Bruce smiled and high fived Steve.
"Me next!"
"Agent Barton has incredible physical skills but needs to work on his attitude." Nat snorted.
"Me!" Steve had the energy of a small child.
"Agent Rogers shows phenomenal skills and is surpassing even our expectations."
"Me now!" Thor jumped up and down and the floor trembled.
"Thor is in great shape. He needs to improve his mental capacity." Clint fell over laughing, and Thor didn't seem to notice why.
"I did well then lady Camille?" He looked at Camille who was trying desperately not to laugh.
"Very." She smiled.
"Romanoff?" She looked at Nat who shrugged. "Agent Romanoff has shown remarkable physical skills and mental skills, she has been a terrific asset."
"I finally did something right!" Clint exclaimed. Nat raised her eyebrows. "I'm the one who brought you in in the first place!"
Before she could find a way to answer that, Clint changed the subject.
"Tony!"
"Stark has shown little, if no physical attributes." Everyone except Tony laughed. Camille shushed them all. "He will be required to take a class with Agent Brock weekly to improve his physical strength." His mouth fell open.
"Recruit Brock?" "With the recruits?" The team smirked at him.
"Good luck Stark."