For all of y'all who wanted some Maria Hill!
6.
Maria Hill
Maria loves her job, swear she does.
But when her boss is keeping her trapped on a couch with six exhausted superheroes, she occasionally wonders if she should have become a chef after all.
She tries to level a glare at the television, where Fury is debriefing them all while looking obnoxiously well-rested, but the eyepatch conveniently blocks Fury's view.
Thor's head drops to his chest, only to pop up a minute later. Maria sympathises.
She'd only gone to assist the Avengers (and isn't that an unexpected statement) about halfway through their mission.
They'd blown up three buildings, a monument, and a small spice shop, been to five different countries, and gotten permanently kicked out of parts of two territories.
And that was after she got there, two weeks after the mission had started.
Needless to say, they weren't doing great.
But Fury, sitting calmly on the screen, either doesn't see it, or, the much more likely scenario, is purposefully ignoring it in favor of briefing them on a non urgent, could-definitely-wait-until-morning issue.
Could have been a chef.
Maybe she'd be making pasta or something right now instead of watching Tony Stark, half drunk on exhaustion, try to argue with Fury.
"Your face is… pancakes."
Stark mutters petulantly to Fury, waving a hand over a slightly singed Bruce and making a sort of victorious, confused expression like he'd won the argument. Actually, at this point, Maria isn't really tracking the conversation, so he very well might have.
She's about to cowboy up and insist, very politely, that her boss should go screw himself and let a couple superheroes get the frick to sleep, when she feels something drop on her lap.
Tensing, Maria looked down at it, finding that it wasn't really an it at all and more of a Captain America. Because Captain America, who, last she had checked, had been sitting at an approximation to parade rest, not looking tired at all, had slid over and onto her lap as he fell asleep.
She patted slightly sooty blonde hair, gazing cooly up at her boss and taking the opportunity as it came.
"I think that's enough for today, sir."
She says, and ignores Clint's exhausted "Oh thank sweet Jesus." as Fury looks down at the sleeping Steve and nods.
The Avengers plop down where they are and sleep instantly, and Natasha falls literally all the way on top of Thor's back, who doesn't seem to mind.
Steve snores a little as Maria settles into the couch with a smirk. She turns on Supernanny as Captain America snoozes on her lap.
Maria doesn't even like cooking, anyway.