I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I'm sorry for the latest of late updates. I had exams, I'll admit, but I spent the whole week of term break just lazing around, doing nothing. I am sorry. Also, this chapter is extremely short and not very funny. I'm sorry for that too. My muse has sort of left me and I am sick (Literally, I have a cold.) Anyway, I'm sure the muse will come back eventually, and the moment it does, I will… I will… yeah, okay, let's just say that I will pump out as many chapters as possible whenever I can.
Chapter 6: Of Recaps and Preparations
Jan jogged over to the curtains and pulled them shut, while Thor, taller than the others, switched off the lights easily. They both went back to the couch, where the other Avengers were already seated, buzzing with excitement.
"Okay, JARVIS start it.", Tony said to his AI.
Jarvis turned the projector on, and started the video of the Avengers' assault on the kitchen and Fury.
There was a light thudding as Clint and Natasha crawled through the shafts. They laughed a bit when Clint fell down the slide; Clint grinned sheepishly. After a while of pretty much uneventful crawling, they came to the part where the egg did it's duty – this bit was met with resounding guffaws, a few falls from the couch, and a few tears of laughter. When the raiding part came, they couldn't think of anything else but the treats that still awaited them in the fridge. Finally, at the end, they marveled to see their skill at 'handing SHIELD their butts on a platter' as Tony exclaimed jubilantly between laughs.
They piled out of the room, almost in fits of laughter. Tony was joking about how Fury had, for once, looked sunny. "Okay, plan number two has already been devised." Tony spoke his thoughts aloud. "Tomorrow, we find out where they are keeping our 'Mark 3' toys, and we attack the day after. Is that clear, team?" His team nodded in response.
"Are they done yet, Amora?"
"Yes, master. And they are perfect."
"Good."
Clint held his new bow in his hands, testing it's tension. Stark had designed a new one for him after the event as he referred to it. He had also designed a new gun for Natasha and had also made a cursory suit of toddler sized armor for himself. He had also painstakingly inlaid stainless steel in Steve's shield and Thor's hammer. All five weapons had been carefully hidden from the adults for fear of them being confiscated. All of them were, after all, much more dangerous than what they should have been for toddlers. They were all armed with actual bullets, arrows, arc reactors and whatever else Stark had put in them. He had declared that they were only to be used in cases of emergency. Being toddlers, they had, of course, decided that recovering their Mark 3 weapons was an emergency, although they didn't mean to shoot anyone. Clint checked the quiver that Stark had made along with the bow, and did a quick inventory of his arsenal. Flash bangs, smokescreens, a few weak tranquilizers, and some nets.
"Okay, team, it's time." Tony said to the room at large, "Let's go over the plan once again. Thor, Cap, you're in charge of the distraction. Get all agents out of the room no matter the cost. Clint, Natasha, I'm with you. I'll search the computers while you act as lookouts. Bruce, you oversee everything with the comm. devices Jan was nice enough to swipe us." He indicated Jan, who smiled, stood up, waved and bowed. "Okay, everyone ready?" There were nods of assent.
"Okay, let's go!"
Next chapter will be up soon! Sorry for the shortness.