A/N: Whoa, that's two stories updated in two days! Impressed yet? I might just go for a third and start rewriting Done Hanging On...Thoughts?
Fury looked over the assembled Avengers with steely eyes.
Well, eye.
But you get the idea.
Anyways, he was looking them over, deciding what to do. His top response team acted like a group of five year olds without Coulson. And none of them even knew that their favorite handler was still alive.
He wasn't looking forward to dealing with that shitstorm.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead briefly.
"In the last week, you have gone through three handlers. And I've had to deal with all of the incident reports regarding you. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" There were a few snorts, and a proud look from Stark, but otherwise silence reigned. He sighed again.
"Get out of here. Your new handler will be waiting for you." They obediently filed out, not even asking who it was for once. He ignored the laughter that sounded as soon as they were in the hall, shutting his door firmly and going to sit in his chair.
Coulson wandered the Avenger's Tower, familiarizing himself with the space. Stark had outdone himself with it, but then, when didn't he?
He would up in the kitchen, leaning against the island to rest. Coming back from the dead took a lot out of a person, but Hill had basically begged him to come back after her short stint looking after the team. And Hill begging was somehow a frightening sight, so he had given in and left Tahiti.
But not before demanding a raise.
And his own office.
Fury had caved surprisingly fast with it all, but he chalked it up to being sick of the team's antics.
He looked around the kitchen, the fridge catching his eye. It was covered with sticky notes, in all variants of color. He wandered over to take a closer look.
Guys, Hill is our new handler! Plotting is imminent. –TS
Tony, don't you think you should take it easy on her? –SR
You weren't saying that with the last one! Any ideas, Tony? –CB
Legolas is right! Besides, I'm bored. How about the Statue of Liberty? TS
Too easy to escape. –NR
Good point… How about a dragon! I could terrorize her with a dragon! –TS
Someone tell him no, he's already started building it in the lab. I almost got fried! –BB
Tony, no building dragons around poor Bruce. –PP
Aw, Pep… Fine, I'll go scare the R&D guys. –TS
No worries people, I'm on it! –DL
Hey, I'm headed out, what does everyone want for dinner? –SR
Pizza! –CB
Seconded! –DL
Thai. –NR
Something spicy. –BB
Thai it is. –SR
No fair! We have two for pizza and one for Thai! Why does Nat win? –CB
Because Natasha can tie me into a pretzel? –SR
I still want pizza… -CB
Stop pouting. –NR
This is America! We are supposed to have equal votes! –CB
I'm Russian, doesn't apply. –NR
Clint, you are needed in the labs when you get a chance! –TS
Is anyone else disturbed by that statement? –BB
Guys, Fury is calling a meeting later today, probably to give us a talking to about the whole Hill thing… Is she really going to need therapy? –SR
Coulson straightened from reading the notes when he heard the loud voices of the team, a small smile on his face. This would be fun.