62 Things the Avengers are Not Allowed to Do.
Summary;
Coulson starts to make up rules as to the things that the Avengers are not allowed to do. 62 of them in fact.
This fic shall include all the Avengers and known S. H. I. E. L. D agents.
Loki is not in it.
Sorry about that.
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Tony: ...Does that mean we can celebrate his 95th? The rule says nothing about next year!
Steve: *twitch*
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Steve: *throws his shield at Stark*
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Coulson glanced up in slight shock as Natasha flounced into his office on the Helicarrier.
"COULSON." She screeched, her hair going slightly wild as she strode up to him. "Tony and Bruce are being complete and utter...TWATS." She finally exploded.
At that, Coulson blinked. It wasn't like Natasha to get so riled up. "Uh, why? What are they doing?...This time." He added as an afterthought, thinking about the last time Bruce and Tony had been up to...mischeif, in the lab.
"Why don't you go and find out." Natasha all but hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. Coulson remained completely unfazed, seeing as he was a little used to her mood swings like this.
"What, now? Or-"
"YES. NOW." She emphasized as she cut him off, flopping down into a chair and folding her arms over her chest.
With a sigh, Coulson rose out of his chair and shut his laptop. Leaving the Black Widow to sulk to herself, he headed down the newly cleaned corridors towards the lab, frowning when he approached it as he tried to evolve into a higher species so as to see what was written on the door at a distance.
When he drew to a halt outside the door, he read just four letters, printed in big bold writing and stuck to the door with bluetack. 'S. S. G. C.'
Rolling his eyes, he knocked sharply upon the lab door, only to hear a hushed whispering from inside, and perhaps a slightly quiet insane laugh, which immediately put him on edge. As the door opened the tiniest of cracks, Tony peered out at him.
"IQ?" He asked simply.
"Excuse me?" Coulson questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You're excused. Now then, what is your IQ?" Tony stated with a devilish smirk.
Coulson could already see why Natasha had had her fur ruffled the wrong way. "Boys...What is this abou-"
"Phil. We can't let just anyone into the S. S. G. C...We need to make sure that they are intelligent enough to join." Bruce interupted.
"I beg your pardon?" Coulson asked incredulously, folding his arms.
Tony shook his head at him. "Really, begging won't work with us either. We won't alllow people into the Super Secret Genius Clubhouse unless their IQ test results are good enough. It's as simple as that."
Just this once, Coulson decided that his patience was allowed to wear thin, and thus considered himself completely justified when he forced himself into the lab and beat the two idiotic scientists up with a small electrical taser that they had been working on.
Rule number 24: The laboratory is not Tony and Bruce's 'Super Secret Genius Clubhouse.' They are not allowed to bar entry to employees based on IQ test results.
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