Author's Note:

Firstly, thank you all SO MUCH for your amazing reviews and adding this story and me to your favorites and alert lists! You have no idea how much that means to me!

Secondly, I am so incredibly sorry this took me so long to update, I was so busy with finishing up school and then got sick (to the point where I literally did nothing but lay on the couch and watch movies all day) so it took me awhile to get this written! I haven't quite finished this chapter yet, but I figured I'd just split it into two parts so I could at least get something up! I should have on the second part by Thursday at the latest, as it is already half to three-fourths written. Thank you all for reading and enjoy! (:

Fury called in for Natasha. Wondering what new mission she was going to be sent for, she leaped off of one of Tony's very expensive crotch rockets she had borrowed (she went for the red and black one) and walked into headquarters and down to meet Fury.

"Sit down, Agent Romanoff." Nick Fury gestured to the empty seat across the table from him. Natasha sat down in the familiar rolling chair with ease and grace.

"I need to talk to you about something, Agent."

Unease grew in the pit of her stomach. Had he found out about her and Clint? They weren't really an..."item" or whatever you would call it, but they definitely had something. And it was completely against protocol.

Seeing the carefully masked face of one of his best agents, Fury explained further. "You see, Agent, I have a dilemma."

"Here it comes." thought Natasha, though she kept her face completely emotionless.

"I feel that the Avengers aren't spending enough time together, especially now that Thor is back from Asgard. He missed out on time to- oh, bond, I guess would be the right word there- while he was taking care of all that Loki business in Asgard. I need you all to work well as a team if- and most likely, when- the world needs you again. "

It was a bit of a shock to her, as she was expecting the worst. Fury continued.

"You won't be able to work as well together if you don't know each other well. You see my problem?"

"Yes, sir. I understand. I just-" Natasha struggled to find the right words to explain her thoughts without infuriating Fury (pun intended). "You see, I don't know what more we can do. We, well, we already live together, sir."

"I know that, Agent Romanoff. The issue is that you all rarely see each other. Stark Tower is very immense and you can avoid people you don't want to see effortlessly. I need you all to spend more time together. Actually speaking to each other. I asked to talk to you because you are the most responsible of the team. I knew that you would make it happen."

Natasha took in his information. It was all very true. Although they lived together, they did rarely speak to each other. They saw each other at mealtimes, but they all got their food and left. An idea popped into Natasha's mind.

"I understand, Director. In fact, I have an idea that I believe will help the situation."

"Thank you, Agent Romanoff. I understand that you will begin immediately?"

"Of course, Director. Right away." A sly smile spread across Natasha's plump, pink lips.

Fury nodded and Natasha left the long, gray room. She thought of her team's reaction to her plan while she slid the black helmet over her curly, red locks and straddled the leather seat of the bike. Ah, they were gonna love this...

"What?" Tony exclaimed. "I haven't got time for that!"

"Fury said we need to spend more time together. It won't take up that much time. If you have problem, you can take it up with the Director." Natasha said, knowing Tony was slightly scared of Fury.

"Um, I don't think I need to talk to Ol' Patchy. I suppose it won't take up too much time. I guess I'm in."

"I like the idea." Said Steve, who had been rather quiet the whole night.

Everyone turned to look at him, almost having forgotten he was there in his silence.

"What?" Steve blushed with all the eyes on him.

"I agree with Steve, Son of Rogers! I haven't gotten to see all of my friends here since I returned from Asgard!" Thor roared.

"Guess I'm in, Nat." Clint mumbled while fiddling with an arrow in his burly hands.

Natasha smiled at her gaining triumph. "Bruce?"

"Oh, uh, yeah! Sure!" He said, being awakened by a shove in the arm from Tony.

"Alright then. We'll start tonight. Five o'clock." Natasha said with a triumphant smile.

TO BE CONTINUED… ;)