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I do not own any of the Avengers. Or Finding Nemo. But I do own Agent Small and Agent Houghton.
Clint was sitting with his face and hands pressed up against one of Stark's glass walls on the top floor of the tower. His intense gaze was locked onto the entrance of the S.H.I.E.L.D building.
"Would you mind telling me what it is you are doing?" Natasha asked as she stood behind him with her arms crossed, "You've been sitting there for two hours."
Clint answered, but no-one understood as his face was still attached to the glass.
"Can't hear you Barton."
Clint's arm detached itself and swung away from the glass. His face was also detached during the movement, "I said I'm watching the S.H.I.E.L.D building and waiting for our two new agents to arrive." Once finished, he swung around again and re-attached himself in his previous position on the window.
Tony giggled, " You're just like that little starfish on Finding Nemo. What's it called again? Peach? Yeah, I'm sure it's called Peach."
Now it was Clint's turn to giggle, "Hehe, I'm a peach!"
"You weren't listening Clint," Tony whined, "I said you were a starfish."
"Peach!"
"Starfish!"
"PEACH!"
"STARFISH!"
"PEACH PEACH PEACH!"
"STARFISH STARFISH STARFISH!"
Natasha sighed as she left the room.
It was going to be one of those days…
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After 3 hours of boxing a super soldier, Natasha returned and she brought Steve with her. And as the two of them walked along the corridor, they noticed 3 things.
The first was the thin layer of white foam that coated almost all visible surface.
The second was the smell of smoke.
The third was the yellow paper on the door.
After gently pulling it from the door, he read what was written on it before handing it to the assassin.
If you are reading this, then you must be standing in front of the door to the lounge. There is a war going on behind that door.
Enter at your own risk.
Love,
xxxxx Starfish
"Who is Peach? Why is their name crossed out? For that matter, Who is Starfish?"
"Don't ask," Natasha placed a hand on the door, "Brace yourself Steve. We don't know what happened in there," Natasha pushed the door open and they stepped inside.
The room looked worse than it did after the invasion.
And it looked like the new agents had arrived.
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Once in the room, they had heard the words "Cease fire!" called. Tony then walked up to the pair and gave both of them fire-extinguishers.
"What's going on?" Steve asked, looking worried.
"Team building!" A blonde-haired S.H.I.E.L.D agent exclaims as she pops up from a large patch of foam.
Natasha looks at the girl, assessing her, "And you are?"
"Agent Small. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. But call me Louise. That's my proper name, no matter how much certain people try to convince you it's Agent. Me and Agent Houghton were sent over here to keep an eye on you guys and accompany you on missions"
"And where is Agent Houghton?"
"I'm over here!" A tall, male agent appeared from behind a rubber plant. His eyes instantly locked onto Steve and he ran towards him so fast that he appeared to glide. Skidding to a halt beside the super soldier, he grabbed the man's left arm and stroked it. Steve looked extremely uncomfortable. "I love your jumper," the agent stated, "It's brown."
"Personally, I don't like the colour."
"DENIAL!" is shouted towards Pepper from two different directions.
"OMG! Were you quoting Finding Nemo?" The two people nod with huge grins on their face. "I love that film!"
Just as Tony goes to reply, Steve cuts him off, "You still didn't tell us what was going on in here."
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It turned out that 'team building' was an accurate description of what was going on. Each team had a fort built out of various furniture items and had 4 members. One team was called Team Starfish, and had Tony, Pepper, Bruce and Steve. The other was Team Peach, they had Clint, the two new agents and Natasha. The two teams the attacked each other with fire-extinguishers. To win the game you had to catch the duck; the small robot with the duck that Clint had used to annoy Tony.
There had been two hours of attacking when Fury called.
"Stark!"
"Yes gorgeous?"
"Why hasn't that paperwork been handed in?"
"I've been busy?"
"Too busy to hand in some paperwork that was due two months ago?"
"Yes."
"And what are you doing now? You sound breathless."
"We have been doing some team-building. For our new agents."
"And you didn't inform me of their arrival?
"Nope." Tony made a popping noise on the P.
"Why not?"
"Cause then you'd bug me for not handing that paperwork in."
Fury sighed, "I do need that done though. And Thor is on his way over."
The call ended, so the Genius ran through the house waving his arms above his head, "GUYS! I HAVE NEWS! THOR'S ON HIS WAY!"