Warning: There will be slash. Again...nothing explicit (on any of the sites I post on). I cut some of it from ffnet as I worry about their rules so the link will be on my profile to the full version. It will be quite obvious where the slash is (towards the middle of the chapter)...if you want to skip what there actually is posted then skip down to the page break. You should be safe.
The movie room was cast in a blue glow that ghosted over the sleeping heroes. Natasha's eyes scanned the room before settling on Bruce who was sleeping sprawled out in his typical chair with Zeus curled up on his chest. The fury little chest rose and fell softly. She pulled the throw closer to her body while tucking herself further into the other corner of the couch. Her legs were tangled with Tony's who was using Steve's lap as a pillow. Tony's free arm dangled over the edge of the couch and brushed against Clint who was stretched out on the floor on a mountain of pillows. Clint's feet were propped up on Thor's back who was holding onto Jane as though she was a teddy bear. Coulson was actually sleeping in the plush chair nearest to Clint his legs up exposing the Captain America socks he was wearing. Peter was sprawled out on the ground near Bruce's chair clutching a pillow. She felt a warmth sweep through her chest before she glanced back at the teammate she'd been charged with collecting in the beginning.
She still remembered him taking her aside shortly after Tony convinced them to move into the Tower. Bruce had been fiddling with the cuff of his shirt before looking at her with complete sincerity. "I'm truly sorry about the helicarrier, Nat." it was said softly and was full of true regret. She could hear the pain in his voice and recalled all of the words that had been said on the helicarrier. And how he'd been treated by almost everyone. About Bruce talking about how he'd tried to kill himself. How Tony had approached him without fear and only respect; joking and bonding with Bruce. Encouraging the other man if what she'd heard was true. It had surprised her especially as she could recall the fear when he'd pretended to be angry in the beginning and she'd drawn her gun. Natasha had allowed that to cloud her judgment. A mistake she regretted later on. Then she remembered him showing up in ill-fitting clothes on the back of a borrowed bike while they were surrounded by debris. How the Hulk had caught Iron Man despite his propensity to not show much concern for others when in that state. That he'd done so without prompting; completely on his own initiative.
Natasha had closed the distance between them because for the Avengers to work they needed to work as people. The Avengers needed to understand each other, needed to bond on some level—like Clint, Coulson and herself had formed bonds over the years during various ops—that would help all of them in the long run. But at the same time she wanted to give Bruce Banner the same chance that Tony Stark had. Because he deserved it. "I forgave you." She found herself murmuring and truly meaning it. "Stark had it right in the beginning. You should be treated differently than you have in the past; I'm sorry." Natasha Romanov meant it. Every word. She watched as the cautious expression slowly faded from his face replaced by a small grin that caused his eyes to crinkle.
He held out a hand, "I'm Dr. Bruce Banner."
She clasped his hand without hesitation, "I'm Natasha Romanov. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Banner."
A soft laugh escaped now, "Please call me Bruce."
Her mind snapped back to the present when she felt Tony moving slightly, his legs tangled even more with hers as a sigh escaped from his lips. Tony's face was smoothed out in sleep but there were still hints of that mischievous streak. The Arc Reactor glowed softly adding its own unique blue to the room. It lit up Steve Roger's face and drew her attention to the content smile even in sleep that graced his features. Carefully she snuggled into the soft, plush cushions of the couch and let her muscles relax. Years ago she wouldn't have imagined having anyone close to her; that she wouldn't want to stab someone who wasn't Clint or Coulson for calling her 'Tasha' or 'Nat'. Now she'd been given a family filled with the most dysfunctional, brilliant, funny, loyal and perfect people she'd crossed in all of her years.
When she woke up in the morning to see Clint grinning down at her with sleep ruffled hair Natasha only offered a slight glare that suggested he not say a word. Glancing sideways she noticed that her fellow couch occupants had shifted and Tony was now fully stretched out on the couch with his head still on Steve; his legs were across her lap as he'd moved further down the couch.
Clint smirked, "Who would have thought?"
He didn't have to finish. They both knew what he meant.
There were doom bots everywhere and no sign of the Fantastic Four. Iron Man scowled as another explosion rocked the area. This was just getting pathetic. Hawkeye took out one of the bots to his immediate left and Iron Man registered Captain America's shield flashing through the sun as it knocked down another bot. He took an abrupt turn upwards and spiraled to the right as three of them zeroed in on his location. A smirk took over his features as another burst of speed gave him the needed distance as he stopped abruptly blasting two of them out of the sky with his repulsor beams before slamming a metal fist into the third causing it to explode.
"Take that bitches!" rang over the comm and Hawkeye's choked laugh registered as Iron Man shot towards more of the chaos. He could see BlackWidow on the ground working on destroying her own bot and then he caught the movement of another bot flying in her direction. "Fuck. Natasha." The bot dropped something that was flashing. "JARVIS?" Iron Man could hear Hawkeye's voice over the comm; it was an insistent buzz in his ears demanding information even as he continued to pick off bots that were attacking Captain America and Thor who were fighting side by side on the ground. His view did not include his longtime friend.
"An explosive, Sir." Came the prompt response even as Iron Man put everything into his repulsors and shot towards the ground in a steep dive. Clint's voice pitched to a level of obvious panic as he couldn't see his partner of more years than he bothered to count. Iron Man's arms wrapped around BlackWidow before he was blasting out of there. The blast shook the street while the bot she had been fighting was destroyed by its fellow bot. A roar of absolute rage tore through the air and caused a few doom bots to shudder. Natasha tucked her face into the cool metal of the Iron Man suit as she clung to it feeling the air whip through her hair and the slight pressure of Gs against her body that were minimized by the improved suit. A shudder moved through her body without her permission as she glanced at the carnage left in the wake of the blast; at the blackened ground where she had just been standing.
"Tasha!" Clint's voice blasted over the comm even as BlackWidow held on tighter to the Iron Man suit and fought to regulate her breathing because no matter how many times she'd come close to death it honestly never got easier. "Shit. Fuck. Stark? Did you get her?" Hawkeye let another arrow fly as he continued to demand a status. Coulson's voice was trying to calm Hawkeye and obviously failing.
"I have her." Iron Man turned towards the largest concentration of bots near Thor and Captain America as he hit the ground with his teammate. "Fuck this. They're dead. Where the hell is Dr. Dumbass?" he scanned the environment even as he worked to take out several of the bots. Unfortunately he did not locate Doom first; it was the Hulk who picked him up and threw him with a roar. Thor was moving before any other Avenger could react to intercept the Hulk as he moved closer to the prone form of Doom.
Thor hauled the man up even as Captain America destroyed the last bot attacking. Parts were everywhere and small fires blazed in the morning sun. The god of thunder secured the threat as his fellow Avengers slowly made their way towards him. By the time they arrived Bruce Banner stood in the place of the Hulk. He was covered in dust, a few cuts and was securing his pants. Without a thought he was striding towards Natasha and pulling her into a tight hug. He had noticeably shoved the slight fatigue away.
"Are you alright?" concern laced his voice and Tony was grinning slightly as he watched his fellow Sciencebro check over Natasha. Her eyes were soft as she smiled back slightly and looked over at Tony.
"Yeah. Tony got to me before I even realized what was happening." She murmured even as she could feel his hands checking her over. "You don't—" and then she wasn't able to speak because Bruce Banner was kissing her as though his life depended on it. Those assessing hands were now pulling her closer. The last time she'd had someone she actually, honestly knew kiss her had been Clint Barton on a mission in Russia. Since then she'd tried not to become attached because it was better to steel her heart and push through missions. That was always easier. There had been the occasional lover, but she had not really had time for much. But this was nice and Bruce's lips were warm. She could feel the subtle muscles he hid with his dress shirts and lab coat moving as her hands moved up to wrap around him. A grin could be felt against her lips before he was pulling away.
"I'm tired of dancing around this, Nat."
"YES! Go Bruce! Give her some giant green rage monster lovin'!" Tony's voice cut through the air and caused startled laughter to escape from the group. He didn't get a chance to say anything else as Steve's hand covered his mouth where only muffled mumbles could be heard.
"Tony." It was admonishing and caused those mischievous brown eyes to glance over at him. Coulson actually choked when he heard those words leave Tony's mouth.
Clint stared at his partner and teammate. Took in the expression, the loose lines of her body as the tension she was known for carrying eased and he could see how relaxed she was in Bruce Banner's arms. "So…I would say something about killing you if you hurt Tasha, but I'm pretty sure she'd take offense as she wouldn't leave anything for me to kill. Plus I might have hit my death threat quota for a while…"
Coulson stared at Clint, "Your lack of tact never ceases to amaze me." Clint flashed a victorious grin.
"So who is up for some pasta? There is an amazing place about four blocks that way." Tony pointed down the street with a hopeful expression on his face. "Come on. Save the world and have a breadstick! It could be a motto or something. And those salads, pastas, raviolis…" he trailed off slightly when he noticed the amused looks. "What?" it came out defensive, "Food is good."
"Food is amazing." Clint agreed with a grin as SHIELD began moving in to take care of Dr. Doom and the cleanup began once more.
"Clothes are in the van." Coulson responded as they began to move through the streets towards the waiting SHIELD van. It was always a win when no one was seriously hurt.
Clint glanced sideways at Tony who instead of flying walked with them. "How many of us have you saved now?" he questioned idly. There was no insistence or emphasis on the question so it didn't really draw any suspicion. At least that was his goal.
"Who knows? I'm not going to let anything happen to one of you." He shrugged and glanced sideways with a grin. "How was the bow? Upgrades working fine?"
Years of working with Natasha and being around SHIELD agents made it easy for Clint to spot a subtle diversion from topic. He'd let Stark have it. After all without Iron Man Tasha was dead and he couldn't imagine not joking about Budapest during serious battles. Budapest that was nothing more than a drunken week after a huge Op that they'd both survived. Tony would get this look on his face whenever he heard one of them mention it or a whine would come across the comm when one of them so much as mentioned Budapest. It was beyond amusing and he'd keep it up for as long as he could get away with it.
"It's fine." No need to gush over how amazing those upgrades were and how he'd been sleeping with it under his pillow for a week. Stark didn't need to get a bigger head than he already had. It wouldn't fit in his helmet.
"Fine? Just fine? Are you out of your mind Barton? My upgrades…my tech is beyond words! You will never find someone who can do a fraction of the things I do when it comes to inventing or tech!" Tony scoffed and crossed his arms. "Fine. Pfft."
Steve was grinning at him from Tony's other side, the fond expression more open than in the past and a knowing expression was on Natasha's face as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. The cut on her forehead had stopped bleeding and Clint fought the urge to go punch Doom because that guy was an asshole. He was the Fantastic Four's villain dammit. They didn't go around pushing Loki off on other superheroes did they? No. They didn't. The Avengers dealt with Loki and the Fantastic Four should keep Doom in line. It wasn't that fucking hard.
Thor's voice boomed through the main level of Avengers' Tower and was followed by a colorful stream of curses from Clint. "That is the sixth time you've caused me to wreck! YOU'RE CHEATING SOMEHOW!"
Tony rolled his eyes and returned to staring down at the kitten who was staring up at him. It blinked bright blue eyes at him and mewed pitifully. They made him think of Steve. Fuck, he was screwed. He glanced around carefully before scooping Zeus up into his arms. The kitten purred loudly and began rubbing against the Arc Reactor glowing under his shirt before batting at it. Blue eyes completely focused on it. A grin took over Tony's features as he watched the tiny animal amuse itself with his reactor. "The irony of your name is lost on Thor. What was she thinking name you Zeus?"
The name had come about when the little kitten had tried attacking Thor's hammer, smacking at it and leaping on it. Thor had proclaimed the kitten a fine little warrior before letting him rest on his shoulder. Natasha had gotten a funny look on her face before deciding that naming the little fur ball Zeus was the best idea.
He walked towards the fridge and pulled out the kitten's very own carton of milk. A saucer was already waiting for him in his own little section of the kitchen with a bowl of kitten food. Nothing but the best for those living in Avengers' Tower. That was Tony's motto. Tony sat down near the kitten with his back to the wall as he typed away on his tablet one hand idly stroking down the kitten's back as it attacked the milk with gusto.
"Has anyone seen Tony?" a Steve's voice called from the hallway which caused him to shrink in closer to himself in the hopes that no one would see him on the floor with the kitten he'd protested to in the beginning.
Peter's head poked into the kitchen before looking around the island to see Tony tucked out of the way on the floor. He grinned widely before calling out, "Nope! I think he was going down to the lobby or something. Maybe his floor…Is the racing tournament still on?" backing out he waved shortly before disappearing down the hall.
"Love that kid." Tony murmured before glancing at the kitten that had stopped drinking to rub against him. "This is between us. Understand?" Zeus blinked at him before climbing up into his lap, little claws digging in for purchase before curling up as a soft purr filled the air. Tony looked at his tablet which had a design for an AI powered litter box that was far more effective than those pieces of junk other 'engineers' had invented. "Fuck." He stared at the kitten, "You're evil. Causing me to sneak around and build you things…" carefully he scooped the kitten up and tucked him close to his chest before softly padding down the hallway towards the movie room. He glanced in looking at his teammates sprawled out in various positions as Peter raced Thor on the screen. Clint was sitting on the back of the couch with his body tensing as his eyes followed the moves on the screen. Natasha and Bruce were in their usual chair, only instead of keeping to sides they were almost a mess of tangled limbs, as they watched the screen. Coulson was sitting in the chair nearest to Clint looking over a few files from the most recent battle to make sure the report was complete for SHIELD. Steve was nowhere to be seen.
Tony walked into the room and deposited the kitten into Clint's lap without comment. The archer's hand came down to rest softly on Zeus' head before moving to stroke him without looking away from the TV as Peter got in a great shot at Thor's character knocking him off the course.
He made it four steps into his room before being turned by strong arms and then a pair of familiar lips were covering his own. Tony gasped slightly into the kiss before relaxing as Steve dragged him closer. His body relaxed into the supersoldier's grasp as he allowed himself to be led further into the room. Steve made it so easy to just give over control and go along for the ride; it was nice. When this had first started Tony had felt some reluctance; it was reminiscent of the first time he'd actually gotten together with a girl when he'd been that genius teenager surrounded by far more advanced peers. Her sister had been in his school and the girl had typically hung around waiting for her to leave the lab. Two months of her glancing at him shyly, talking and hesitant kisses he'd found himself losing his virginity to a classmate's sister who was his age while at a party.
Soon Tony found himself covered by Steve who was pinning him to the sheets. Lips moving with his and hands everywhere. Tony could feel every line of the supersoldier pressed against his body and still it wasn't close enough. Part of him wanted to crawl inside Steve and never leave because the shear feelings the other man caused could make it so hard to breathe. It wasn't normal. This couldn't be normal. Then he'd chastise himself for thinking such thoughts. Of course at that point Steve would usually do something that would quickly make Tony decide that those thoughts were just fine where they were and could continue on because Steve's hands were magical. Just like his lips. Hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and soon it was discarded on the floor before those fingers were dancing down his body. Tony didn't even think as his own began to follow a similar path on Steve's own body.
Steve's breathing had noticeably changed and Tony felt a small level of worry. He was rapidly treading into waters he'd never been in before. Fortunately Steve seemed to be quite aware of what he was doing which caused Tony to blink up at him when Steve pulled away from his neck. Blue eyes were watching him cautiously as Steve stilled himself while being mindful of not putting too much weight on the smaller man.
"Tony?" Steve questioned softly staring down at the other.
Tony looked sideways as his chest rose and fell; his whole body was humming with a very obvious need. "I…umm…don't." it was babbling and he knew it. Fuck…he could feel his face heating up. This was embarrassing and way to kill the moment Tony. Way to fucking go. Seriously.
The same grin stole over Steve's face as he moved slightly and whatever Tony was going to say was lost in a strangled groan. Brown eyes closed and Steve took obvious delight in the sound he'd elicited. "During the War," he began, "Some of the guys would…find comfort in each other. You learn things when you're bunking with a bunch of guys in the middle of a warzone." Steve explained softly, "I won't hurt you…or we can wait."
Now Tony was staring up at him before glancing around, "I don't think…I have…" Steve had been around Tony enough that he could figure out what the other man meant from the babbling.
That warm body was gone and Tony whimpered as he turned his head sideways to watch as Steve Fucking Rogers reached into his nightstand and pulled something out he knew had not been there the whole time. There was no way.
"Did the sex fairy leave something in my nightstand?" he raised an eyebrow at the slight blush on Steve's face that was replaced by a rather wicked look that Tony wasn't sure he could remember seeing on Steve's face. It was new. Tony quite liked it. It caused amazing things.
Then the weight was back and Tony realized that there wasn't near enough skin on skin contact because he was throwing caution to the wind. Fuck hesitation. There was no place for it. He wrapped an arm around Steve to drag him closer to claim his lips. "Fucking love you." He murmured and the delighted look on Steve's face was worth more than anything in the world. His fortune failed to compare to the knowledge that he'd made someone like Steve Rogers so happy with just words. Tony could feel those surprisingly nimble fingers moving down his side to hook on the edge of his boxers. It was make or break it; almost without thought he lifted his hips to help and then there was only one thing left. Tony moved his hands down and began tugging until he'd accomplished his goal.
There was nothing between them anymore.
Tony's mind was fuzzy and he could only focus on the hands that were on him. Pleasure was everyone's friend. His head pushed back into the mattress and he could only idly wonder if Steve was just perfect at everything. Honestly.
He didn't even realize he'd taken to speaking most of his thoughts as another moan tore its way through his throat. "Are you sure?" the words barely made it to Tony's mind as he was too busy trying to figure out why it had stopped. Steve looked down at Tony prepared to change course if Tony wasn't ready.
"Fuck…Yessss. Why did you stop?" he whined reaching up and trying to pull Steve back. Tony's cheeks were flushed and his hair mussed; Steve wanted to keep that image forever. He'd have to commit it to paper…something that beautiful should be drawn.
And then Tony felt Steve moving him and then there was nothing separating them. Flushed skin against flushed skin. He shifted slightly as the feeling was so drastically different and he needed to adjust, but those lips were on him again. Strong hands were holding him, a soft litany of words of love and care filled his ears. Then Steve was moving and that feeling from before came back; Tony allowed himself to follow Steve's lead as he felt a hand wrap around him.
Clint turned to look over at Phil who had turned an interesting shade of red. "I think they're busy." A rather loud moan punctuated the statement as a wicked grin took over his features. "Very busy. The good Captain is—" Phil actually slapped his hand over Clint's mouth.
"Don't. Just don't." he reluctantly pulled his hand away before physically dragging Clint from the door to Tony's bedroom where the sounds were definitely getting louder. Yep. That was Stark. Captain America had caused that. His face heated up further. It was wrong. Oh so very wrong. His strides picked up as Clint continued to grin at him widely. Now if you were completely naïve you might wonder why Stark was praying that loud. Especially since Steve Rogers was a human and really should Stark be saying that? No…he wasn't going there. Seriously. Never going on this floor again. Never.
"Oh come on! They were just getting started!" it was said with amusement. "Do you have any idea what kind of money we could get for a sex tape of Captain America and Tony Stark? Fury could get another helicarrier! Possibly two of them."
"What is wrong with you? I want to know." Coulson reached the elevator that was already opening before he'd even gotten there. It shut just as quickly as JARVIS whisked them back to the main floor.
"I bet they have incredible stamina. Especially Captain America. Imagine what the supersoldier serum did for him in that area? And Stark has been training more with Tasha so you know he's in shape." Clint was enjoying this far too much. He couldn't help it though. Watching Phil squirm at the thought of his idol having sex with Tony Stark was beyond hilarious. His mind flew over what else he could possibly say to turn that face even redder. He loved winding Phil up. Far too much.
"I will shoot you." It was a threat and Clint was debating on how real of a threat it was. Phil's eye twitched. A very real threat then.
Phil was once more dragging him down the hallway towards the sounds of racing on the TV in the movie room. He shoved Clint into one of the chairs and pointed at him. "Sit. Stay. Do. NOT. Say. Anything." He turned from his partner muttering under his breath, "I need alcohol. Where does Stark keep the good stuff?"
The others paused their game and were staring at Clint who was shaking with silent laughter. Eyes bright with delight as he worked to keep himself from saying one last jab. It probably wouldn't be worth it. Then again there would be more opportunities…he was sure of it.
A few hours later saw Steve and Tony quietly sneaking towards the kitchen. Clint watched them as they paused in the doorway and waggled his eyebrows with a leer in place. "Hello there." He didn't remove his eyes even as Steve grinned widely back at him and Tony threw a glare in his direction.
"Dad?" Peter's voice cut through the staring between Clint and Tony.
"Yes?" it was casual because Tony was not going to let even a hint escape in front of Peter. He would have flipped out had that happened with his own father and that relationship hadn't been that great.
"Is it your turn to cook?" he asked hopefully because Peter did not want to cook. No, he really didn't.
Tony glanced sideways at Steve who appeared to be on cloud nine and he found a grin tugging at his lips, "Yeah. Any requests?"
Peter's brown eyes lit up, "Can we have enchiladas? Ooh and chips and cheese?" a sound of delight escaped Peter as he closed his eyes just thinking about it. "That just sounds…amazing." He was now staring back at Tony who was watching him with obvious amusement.
"Sure. I think I can pull that off." Tony grabbed onto Steve's wrist and was toting him towards the kitchen. "You can be my assistant."
Clint's voice followed them, "You're taking after Tony far too much…"
They made it to the kitchen before Steve had pushed Tony against the wall kissing him soundly before pulling away, "You're a fantastic father."
Tony blinked up at him in slight amazement, "Really?"
"Really." Steve grinned before turning to look around the kitchen. "So what do we need?"
Hill walked into Director Fury's office trying to suppress a grin. After all in her mind this was karma for Fury not listening to her and then doing highly stupid things since the idea of the Avengers Initiative was first dreamed up. She dumped the huge folder onto his desk and took a few steps back. Her stance was slightly relaxed and an air of smugness almost seemed to fill the room. That one eye was staring at her; Nick Fury had yet to reach for the huge file folder that almost seemed to be taunting him.
"What is this, Agent Hill?" he questioned softly not moving his eye from her. This didn't seem good.
"You asked for all of the recent stories, actions, news and activity etc of the Avengers. Specifically Tony Stark and Captain Steve Rogers. This is the most up-to-date information. Though it updates constantly." Her voice was level but it didn't change the glint in those deep blue eyes. Agent Hill was an excellent Agent; she got results and followed orders almost without issue. But Fury knew she questioned his actions and orders frequently. It wasn't even a question. She'd been highly disapproving of him telling the Avengers that Agent Coulson had died and then using Coulson's cards to push them. Agent Hill did not appreciate being lied to about her fellow Agent either. She really didn't.
"Updates constantly?"
"There have been several incidents in public that have involved the Avengers. Stark and Rogers have a Facebook page dedicated to their relationship which has an unholy amount of fans. Some Avengers fan wrote a poem about a food fight between Barton and Stark in a grocery store. I found footage of a little version of Stark and Rogers fighting in a food court at a shopping center with a toy shield and hammer. Another image of Thor flipping a camera off…based on the expression on Agent Romanov's face I believe she is responsible for that. Both Banner and Stark have been down in the R&D Department for various reasons…I finally found the witness who caught Barton shooting suction-cup arrows at junior agents from the ceiling. The list goes on, Sir." The twitching of Fury's good eye warmed Hill's heart. Just a little too much. It looked like she owed Stark for supplying some of the information with a far too gleeful grin. She would not be sharing the source of some of those videos because they were far too amusing and with that combination of people there were bound to be more. It made no sense to destroy any chances of further amusement.
"Oh…is that all?" it was said sarcastically.
Hill put a thoughtful expression on her face before it slipped back into her unaffected mask she typically sported while working. "Thor and Steve Rogers both have Ebay accounts…there is also a theory that Agent Coulson is a potential candidate for President and that he will win. Apparently the Avengers would be appointed to various Government positions. Tony as Secretary of Defense is my favorite. It appears as though there would not be much opposition to this either." A small grin tugged at her lips before they smoothed out, "My favorite involves Coulson, Rogers, Stark and Barton." She said no more watching his face and the various expressions flashing across it.
A sigh. "And?"
"Tony Stark gave Thor an actual lightsaber." This was far too much fun, she could hear Tony laughing in her ear and Clint voicing more suggestions. "Apparently Stark is also taking Banner skydiving. He is curious if Banner will Hulk out in mid-fall and what the results of that experiment would be." Clint's voice was easy to hear above Stark's as he burst out laughing. She managed to hold back a wince because they were having more fun than her apparently. But she was the one looking at the Director so that was a point for her. Tell him that a junior agent got ahold of Steve and has convinced him that Inglorious Bastards is historical fact! A— There was an obvious scuffle on the other end of the comm, That wouldn't work. Honestly Barton. Maria…tell Fury that you overheard Barton talking about something being in the food in the cafeteria…
"Can you hear that, Agent Hill?" Nick Fury watched as she cocked her head to the side before shaking it, "That is the sound of my sanity dying a painful death…fucking Stark."
"Would this be a bad time to mention that it appears as though Agent Barton did something to the cafeteria food..?" it was innocently asked.
Nick Fury got to his feet and had a comm out as he strode out of the door, turning slightly. "I'll go over the…book you turned in. Thank you Agent Hill." Then he was gone. She made it back to her own office before a snicker escaped.
"Oh Maria Hill…you might be my favorite SHIELD Agent." Tony Stark's voice filtered over the comm in her ear. Amusement coated his voice and Barton could be heard letting lose peals of laughter in the background. "Seriously. You might also be my hero. I'm trying to decide…nope. No question. You are my hero."
"What time works for us to meet? I want to talk upgrades, new weapons and that prototype you were offering." Because despite the amusement she'd just gained there had been a real reason for agreeing to go into her superior's office to say all of those outrageous statements.
Tony consulted with JARVIS about the next day, "How about tomorrow at one? We'll grab lunch and then hit the R&D Department?"
"Deal." She could hear the moment that the device disconnected and she was once more alone. Maria Hill leaned back in her chair and felt a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes it was a little fun to bend the rules…maybe Director Fury should have taken some of her helpful advice.
On the other end of the disconnected comm Tony smirked and high-fived Clint Barton. "Sometimes my own genius surprises me…" he trailed off before grinning widely, "Who am I kidding? My genius is obvious to any and all."
"Who knew Agent Hill even had a humorous bone in her body?"
Coulson stood in the doorway staring at Stark and Clint with a raised eyebrow, "Maria can appreciate a good prank. It might help that she has wanted to get back at the Director for some of the reckless decisions he has made lately."
Tony simply smiled before turning back to the monitor, "JARVIS…you hacked the video feed in Fury's office. Right?"
"Yes, Sir. Shall I begin playing it?" it was spoken in that British voice that spoke vaguely of amusement.
"Without question."
As you can tell from the slashy part there were bits missing. I cut a few paragraphs to be safe because I don't want to be deleted. There have been a few others on the site that I have known who had stuff removed because of being reported. So check my profile if you want the fuller scene...again it is nothing explicit. Part of me prefers to let the reader's mind fill in the other parts because I'm sure you have far greater imaginations than myself and I question my ability to really write out the full slash scene without fucking it up.