62 Things The Avengers Are Not Allowed to Do.

Warning: Updates are gonna get slow again. Sorry. But expect more when the christmas break starts! =) I'm aiming to be done with this fic by January/Febuary at the latest. =P
My homework overload has been somewhat MENTAL lately, and so having then done the homework, I feel drained, meaning that I lose the 'Imagination Mojo'.
Yes.
It's called the 'Imagination Mojo'. Deal with it. xL
But hey! I updated again tonight, so enjoy, and please review!


Clint looked around him as he pocketed the small bag and swiftly jumped into the vents in the ceiling above the lab. Crawling along on his hands and knees, he was almost silent as he made his way through the metal venting system. Being slim gave him an advantage in which to be able to do this, which made his job as an assassin so much easier.

When he smelt the first waft of freshly baked cookies, he knew that he was nearly upon his target. Passing over a small square grating, he stopped and sniffed quietly. Here he could smell the cookies the strongest. Slowly and silently, he removed the grating and slipped down through the gap, landing directly behind one of his fellow comrades and clearing his throat loudly.

Thor Odinson jumped violently and spun round in his pink cooking apron, Clint just barely managing to duck under the pink oven-mitten-ed hand that swung around where his head had been not moments before as the large Asgardian turned towards him.

"AHA! AGENT LEGOLAS! I SEE YOU HAVE SMELT THE COOKIES!" Thor roared, making Clint wince at both the volume and the nickname that he guessed Tony evidently had been telling Thor to call him.

"My name is Clint. Clint Barton." He corrected. "And yes, they smell great. But that was not what I came here for."

Thor glanced at him in surprise "Oh? And what is it that you came to find me for?" Producing a small plastic bag out of seemingly nowhere, Clint held it up so that the warrior could see its contents. "Beans?" Thor questioned.

"Not just beans." Clint smirked. "Magic beans."

Raising and eyebrow, Thor stroked the stubble on his jawline with his oven-mitten. "And what is their purpose?"

"You eat them and they fill you with happiness and you feel...magical." Clint replied. "I know from experience, and they are the best, I can promise that."

Grinning, Thor went to take them. "These sound like fun-" He started.

Quickly, Clint pulled them back. "Ah, ah, ah. For a price." He bargained.

"Name your price young master!" Thor boomed, folding his arms across his apron.

"Lets say $100 for this bag. It's worth the price, and I'm even giving you a discount." Clint said, his lying tongue as smooth as silk as his smirk grew.


Agent Coulson stared as Thor all but skipped past his office window, everything on show as agents in the corridor scattered with horrified yells or screams, all of which were unable to drown out Thor's booming voice which was singing the 'You are a Pirate' song.

He would have not understood what was going on if it hadn't been for a hysterical Agent Barton all but running after the Norse god with a video camera in hand.

Rule number 49: Clint is not allowed to sell Thor any 'magic beans.'


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