Tony joked, "Holy shit. There is a shortage of eye patches. Whatever shall we do?"

"Shut your trap. Stark, I'm serious."

"I thought you were Fury."

Steve put his hand over Tony's mouth, ignoring him when he licked it, "Director, tell us the problem, please."

Fury motioned for them to all follow him into the helicarrier. They all walked quickly to keep up with Fury's brisk pace. He explained, "We've been looking into a stream of brutal murders that have been happening nearby, and I don't exaggerate when I mean brutal. The victims were picked to the bone; suspects a presumed cannibal. We got a suspect who was found digging up a grave in a cemetery in Queens. The guy had been spotted near a few of the victims homes."

Clint crinkled his nose, "Christ, that's sick."

Fury continued, "It took more than 10 agents to bring the suspect in and 2 died when trying to apprehend the suspect."

Natasha raised a brow, "Clint's right, it's bad, but this isn't usually something for the Avengers."

"No, I needed all of you to come for the debriefing, but you, Romanoff, I need to investigate the bastard. I've had some of my best men in there, and nothing."

Natasha smirked, "On it, Sir."

Tony, having finally finished pouting, asked, "Can we see the creep? Is he Hannibal Lecter like?"

Bruce mumbled, "Now's not the time, Tony."

In his head, Steve was going over any of the monsters he had learned about to see if the suspect could be any of them. Vampires didn't eat flesh, only blood, and would've just been throat ripped out. Werewolves went for the heart. Boogymen usually only went for children as did. Vetala only feed on blood too. A wraith feed on brain fluids, and a ruguru had no reason to be in a graveyard.

Fury led them to the containment room, but one of the Shield agents guarding the containment made Steve's nose crinkle. He seemed like death and decay.

Before the agent could react, Steve shoved him up against the wall. Tony, Clint, and Coulson tried pulling Steve off, but he wasn't budging. He spoke low enough so only the ghoul could hear him, "What's a ghoul doing on the SHIELD helicarrier?"

The ghoul just smiled, and that was when Steve remembered.

Ghouls usually always traveled in at least pairs.

The containment door was already unlocked and as soon as Steve had the ghoul in his grasp the other one went out the containment room door and ran. Fury and Natasha shot at it, but it did not good, "Suspect out of containment!"

A voice rang through the helicarrier speakers, "Agent Williams has been found dead aboard the helicarrier, I repeat, Agent Williams has been found dead aboard the helicarrier!"

The agent Steve had in his grasp had a name tag that read Agent Williams.

Dean had always told him to be prepared.

Steve grabbed his shield off his back and used it to messily behead the ghoul.

Not having time to explain to his team, he ran after the ghoul Natasha and Fury chased overtaking them easily when he sprinted. He left his messy shield back with the other ghoul corpse, so before the ghoul could attack another agent, he grabbed the ghoul by the hair and slammed it's head against the hard hallway floor, Again, and again, and again. It made him want to puke, seeing the bloody mess, but it helped a little when he thought Dean had probably seen worse and still kept doing his job.

Beheading or massive damage to the head was the only way to kill a ghoul.

Steve was breathing heavily when his team, Coulson, and Fury caught up to him. He probably made quite a sight, splattered in blood and God knows what else, his hands stained red, sitting on the corpse of a thought to be cannibal murderer with a now bashed in head. Bruce was trying to keep calm, and Tony was pretty pale. It was usually hard to tell what Clint, Natasha, and Coulson thought when they didn't want anyone to know.

Tony, of course, was the one to speak first in a soft voice, "Spangles, what the ever loving fuck was that?"

Steve almost ran a hand through his hair before he realized his hands probably had brain juice on them. He decided the truth was best. He ate least had some proof."Uh, those were ghouls. Only be killed if you whack off the head or bash it or something. They eat corpses and take on the form of the corpse or someone they eat. They can feed on the living and it's usually how they get into trouble, not wanting to scavenge anymore."

Bruce took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Did you just say ghouls?"

Steve smiled and got off the corpse, "Uh, yeah. You see monsters kind of exist and kill people. There's this group of people called hunters who usually take care of them. You just so happened to find yourself with a ghoul in custody. I could smell the death and decay that usually surrounds them, and all the other facts added up to it being a ghoul instead of something like a Ruguru."

Clint mumbled, "What the hell is a Ruguru."

Tony said, "Seriously. Steve, monsters? That's what you call the reason behind your little episode."
"You just saw." Steve tried to explain himself, "That ghoul impersonated Agent Williams, ran faster and was stronger than a normal man, wasn't even slowed down by a bullet."

Coulson's left eye twitched, "What we just saw-was you behead and smash a head of someone impersonating a shield agent and a suspect in a murder. They very well could've been mutants for all we know."

Steve sighed, "I can prove it to you."

Steve closed his eyes and prayed.

Um, angel of Thursday, Castiel ,if it's not too much trouble and you aren't that busy could you maybe help me prove to my team about the whole monsters, angels, demons exist thing. It'd be very helpful, so long as you're not too busy. Uh, amen.

"Steve?"

Steve opened his eyes only to see his team looking at him funny, and Fury looking irritated.

Instead of Castiel, a shorter man twirling a sucker, appeared in a shower of confetti, "Did someone call for an angel? Sorry, Stevie Nicks, Cassie's pretty busy so he asked me to fly over here instead. Cool ship, by the way. Archangel of the lord, Gabriel, at your service!"

Steve blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry if it's a bother, Mr. Gabriel. I just kind of needed to prove to them ghouls actually exist and all that."

Gabriel shoved his sucker into Steve's mouth, "No problemo, Cap. You've got a nice soul, did you know that."
Gabriel wrinkled his nose at the ghoul carcass just lying around. He snapped his fingers and the body disappeared, "Good Dad, ghouls are so disgusting."

Before Steve could stop him, Fury fired his gun at Gabriel. Gabriel just furrowed his brow and wasn't bothered at all, "Rude, Nickie. I just came here to help out Deano's special friend and this is the thanks I get."

Fury demanded, "What are you?"

Gabriel gave Steve a look, "I just said I'm an archangel, didn't I?"

Coulson said, "Prove it."
Gabriel shrugged and the lights flickered. As they did, behind Gabriel three pairs of wings appeared as shadows. The carefree look on Gabriel's face was replaced by the look of a warrior who'd seen centuries. Gabriel tilted his chin up challengingly, "I am Gabriel. I am the messenger. I am a servant of God. I am the fourth oldest of the angels, and the youngest of the archangels four. Heaven and Hell exist, as does all religions on this Earth. I am older than the world you know, and many others. I am older than the very air you breathe."

Gabriel snapped his fingers and the smile returned to Gabriel's lips along with a new lollipop in his hands, "That enough proof for you, Phil. Bruce, might want to close your mouth before you catch flies. Nick, remove the grumpy look. Clint, if you put an arrow through my heart it wouldn't do anything. I'm pretty hard to kill. So, the reason I am here is because I just proved to you I am real. Angels, demons, monsters, everything you can think of in stories and folklore is real with bigfoot as an exception. He went extinct a while ago. Anywho, now that you are convinced of my awesome power. Yes, Tony, it's beyond awesome and don't worry if you're an atheist. Daddy-o gave you guy's freewill for a reason. Steve here just knocked off two ghouls, good for him, and he's not crazy. Crazy for Dean maybe, but totes sane. I got shit to do and people to see, so I gotta skedaddle. See ya, Cappy, everyone!"

Gabriel gave a mock salute before with the sound of wings flapping he was gone.

Natasha smirked, "So this is what you've been up to, Rogers, and you managed to land yourself a man; you busy boy."

Steve nodded, "Yeah, I've been hunting."

Fury put his gun back into his coat and rubbed his temple, "I demand to know everything there is to know about goddamn monsters. I wanna know how a ghoul took down one of our agents. I want a specialist on these kind of things in here yesterday."
Steve explained, "Ghouls take the form of the person they eat. That's how it got in. I know quite a bit, but I'm still new at this kind of thing. Dean and his brother Sam are some of the best hunters in the business. They've been around the block with these kind of things. JARVIS can patch you through to Hunter's International site. It's specifically for hunters with accurate information."

JARVIS spoke through the speakers, "It'd be a pleasure, Captain Rogers. I'll assist however I can in anyway possible."

Fury glared at Tony, "What the fuck is your AI doing in SHIELD's systems. You know what, fuck it, I don't care right now. Get us to that site. I want this Sam and Dean in here as soon as possible, but until they can be, I want you all gone. First Thor and Loki, aliens, and now this. I don't want to deal with you."

Fury and Coulson walked away leaving the Avengers to go back to the jet.

Tony asked, "Steve, you convinced my AI monsters existed before us?"

Clint said, "I myself am more worried about the fact Steve just said his boyfriend is a monster hunter."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "Considering what we do and everything, is it that hard to believe."

Tony replied, "That Steve has a boyfriend, yes. My teenage self would be ecstatic."