Note: Different points of view again! Also Coulson is still the Avengers' handler! PS we also meet some more avengers in this one! Also for all of you who live in New York, New York I am terribly sorry if I get locations or distances wrong. *******Notice********* I was moved to 12 hour shifts so I do not know if I will be able to continue posting as frequently as I have been! This is only for a few weeks (hopefully) so please bear with me!

Chapter five: Mr. Sexy

Tony had not thought he would run in to Agent Black again but he had been in his favorite club when he spotted a gorgeous male dancing with a bunch of girls. He had watched as a large blonde male had pulled the black haired cutie to him, as the black haired man tipped his head back Tony's eyes had widened as he saw the face that had been on his mind all day. He thought back to the phone call he had gotten earlier.

Tony was working off frustration in his shop when Jarvis had announced that Agent Coulson was calling. "Answer it," Tony told Jarvis.

"Yes sir."

"Agent," Tony greeted.

"Mr. Stark. You did a search for an Agent Black earlier today. Why?"

"He is one of the Agents looking into the string of mass murder suicides that had been happening lately."

"We have no record of him. So that has got to be a fake name and he probably is not an agent."

"Is S.H.I.E.L.D. going to bring him in?"

"Not yet but we would appreciate it if you let us know when you see him again."

"Sure thing Agent." Tony said disconnecting the call.

Watching Agent Black scanning the club looking for something Tony pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

To: Agent Agent: Saw him again at Whispers. He's hot and gay

Tony resumed watching Agent Black and his blonde male, he was slightly turned on by the sway of Black's ass in those leather pants. He watched Black turn around and face his way again, Tony was shocked when emerald eyes locked on to his. Staring into those eyes Tony tried to figure out what was bothering him about this guy so much. He was slightly disappointed when Black led the blonde guy out of the club but that filling was quickly forgotten when a busty blonde girl winked at him.

Ez rolled over in bed and grimaced at the fill of dried sweat on his body, standing up he stumbled as pain laced from his ass up his spine. Brian had fucked him good and hard, smirking at the memories Ez stepped into the shower. After he was out Ez wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom. He banished the dirty sheets down to the washing machine on the lower floor and summand a new set to replace them. Ez walked into his closet and found a vial of pain reducer, tipping it back Ez shuddered at the nasty taste of the potion.

Ez sat down at his desk at the ADM and was glad he took the pain potion when his ass meet the hard chair. He sipped his cup of tea and waited for the rest of the team to arrive. They arrived just like they did yesterday, Sara first with Axel and Dyson arriving together not long after. Raising his eyebrows at Axel and Dyson he wondered if there was something going on there. "Good morning," Ez said once everyone had sat down.

"Morning," the other three said together.

"Okay yesterday we discovered that one caster was Greyback. But we also said that the people casting the spells would have to be smart and powerful which does not fit since Greyback is neither. I was thinking what if someone was controlling different witches and wizards and doing the spells through them," Sara said.

Ez narrowed his eyes in concentration. "So virtually using Greyback and the other as puppets. Whoever is controlling them would make them cast the spell leaving their magic DNA behind while leaving no trace of is or hers. That's smart but would be very tricky to do."

"That also leaves us with the question of whether or not Greyback and the others are even doing this willingly," Dyson said.

"And what is the reason for even doing this. I mean there is no pattern no message no nothing that clearly states why someone is doing this," Axel growled out in frustration.

"We have people scanning for those strands of magical DNA that we found but so far nothing. So we have nowhere to go what do we do now," Sara asked.

"Go out and hit every pawn shop in New York and search for cursed objects," Ez suggested.

"Well that's something," Dyson mumbled standing up. They all nodded and spilt up going different ways.

Ez hit midtown Manhattan, he popped into Central Park. Ez marveled at the beauty of the park as he stepped out of the trees and on to the path.

"Oh sh," was all Ez heard before he was sent flying into the ground. His head smacked into the concrete and black swarmed his vision.

"Ow," Ez groaned reaching to fill the back of his head. His fingers met wet and a rapidly appearing lump.

"I am so sorry I did not see you there," a deep voice said. Ez tried to focus in on who was talking but looking up made his head spin. He pulled his hand away from his head and saw blood.

"Oh man you need you need a hospital," deep voice said.

"No. No hospital," Ez mumbled.

"But you are bleeding," deep voice insisted. The voice was kind of sexy Ez thought.

"I'm fine. Look I can stand." Ez stood up and promptly fell forward into Mr. Sexy voice. His stomach twisted and his head spun again at the sudden movement.

"Right. Well at least let me patch you up," Sexy voice pleaded.

"You carry a first aid around? What is nocking people over something you do often?"

"No I don't carry a first aid around. My house is not too far from here."

"Right and how are we going to reach said house when I can't even stand up." Speaking of standing Ez realized he was still leaning on Mr. Sexy Voice, Mr. Sexy Voice was ripped. Like really ripped Ez only felt hard muscles under his hands, said hands were now moving over the hard muscles of Mr. Sexy Voice's chest. Who told them they could do that? Stop that Ez internally scolded his hands.

Mr. Sexy Voice coughed. "I could carry you," he offered politely. Ez thought he sounded like he was blushing, he slowly tilted his head back and sure enough he was blushing. Mr. Sexy Voice was really tall, had cropped blonde hair and amazingly blue eyes.

"I am pretty sure I would barf with all that movement. Or pass out either is a possibility," Ez informed him.

"Well I can't leave you here and you do not want to go to the hospital. So let me carry you."

"Fine but it's your funeral." Mr. Sexy Voice gently picked Ez up bridal style. The movement proved to be too much for Ez's head and he blacked out.

Ez woke to the sound of different male voices talking.

"How hard did you hit him," voice number one asked.

"It has been a little over two hours he needs to wake up soon," voice number two said.

"I hit him at a full run," Mr. Sexy voice said.

"Well with you that's like being ran over with a car," voice number one said.

Ez blinked and groaned as light peaked through his lashes.

"Good he is waking up," voice number two said.

Ez opened his eyes again and glanced around. A man with dark shaggy hair and a white coat was leaning over him, another man with military styled blond hair and thick muscles wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off was crouching on a table in front of the couch Ez was laying on. Mr. Sexy Voice was nowhere in sight.

"Uh who are you? Where am I," Ez asked felling a little nervous.

"You don't know who we are," voice two said which happened to be the man in the white coat.

"He's British. You never said he was British Steve," voice one said or the man on the table.

""He was a little out of it when I talked to him," Mr. Sexy Voice said stepping around the couch and into Ez's line of sight.

"To answer your question I am Dr. Banner, the man on the table is Agent Barton, and the man who ran you over is Steve Rogers," white coat said.

"Okay so why were you surprised I did not know you," Ez asked. The names sounded familiar but he couldn't say why.

"Hey Tony and Coulson are on their way up," Agent Barton said.

"Okay you know what I am feeling better now so can someone show me out," Ez said extremely nervous now.

"Hey it is okay we don't want to hurt you. Have you heard of the Avengers," Steve said picking up on Ez's nervousness.

"Vaguely," Ez replied moving to sit up.

"Well I am Captain America. Agent Barton is Hawkeye and Dr. Banner is Hulk."

"Fuck," Ez whispered flopping back down and throwing his arm over his eyes. He had not even been in town a week and he met every single person he was supposed to avoid. They were going to ship him back to England.

"Hey. Hawk said Steve mowed down some cute kid in Central Park," Ez heard Tony call. Lifting his arm up Ez saw Tony and a very official looking man in a suit. The man in the suit just screamed I am an Agent. Great now an S.H.I.E.L.D. official was here, they were not going to send him back they were going to obliverate him and strip him of his magic.

"Agent Black," Tony stated looking Ez.

"Mr. Stark. We just keep running into each other don't we," Ez greeted. The agent that had walked in with Tony was now staring very hard at Ez, it was making him highly uncomfortable.