AN: Okay everyone! Second chapter up! Yay! Enjoy!
Summary: Fury is furious (as his name wold suggest) and orders the avengers to do something that each of the team finds relaxing. Mayhem ensues, along with a bit of romance, and Coulson is there to try and keep a sort of leash on the whole thing. yes, he is alive because really, could someone as sexy as that actually die? I don't think so! Some slash, Tony/Steve and some Clint/Everyone ( ;)Because yes!) and Clint/Natasha!
Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the Avengers, anything to do with Marvel comic rights etc etc. I think you all know the drill by now! I do own the plot line and the writing so please ask for my express permission before recreating any of my work.
"So why exactly are we at Madame Barbara Ballerina's Dance Studio?"
"Yeah, I would kind of like an answer to that question as well…"
The Avengers were standing in a disgruntled group, all looking rather confused.
Thor stood there and smirked. "Patience Midgardians, this will be fun! Trust me!" With that he swept into the dance studio, his scarlet cloak flaring out behind him.
"Seriously? We are supposed to trust someone who travels using something he calls, 'the rainbow bridge'?"
Coulson just sighed and shook his head. "Let's go…"
"Right class. Today we shall begin with a quick warm up! So, everyone grab a partner and then join the circle in the middle."
A woman that looked to be in her mid to late forties stood in front of the class. She had dark brown hair with grey roots that suggested she dyed it regularly. She was wearing a sickly pink cardigan and a long brown skirt. Her clothes were completely uncoordinated and she had a pair of tortoiseshell glasses hanging around her neck on a chain.
The Avengers looked awkwardly around at each other.
"I bagsy hulk!"
"You can't bagsy me Tony!"
"Who else will you go with?"
"Fine!"
Bruce rubbed his eyes in frustration. This was his massage time! Not his, 'deal with Tony's childish games' time.
Clint and Natasha looked at each other and silently agreed that with each other as partners, they could guarantee the least risk of blackmail.
"Come on Son of Coul! You and me shall go together. Don't worry, I'll help you keep up!"
"Then who am I supposed to go with?"
They both turned to look at Steve and shrugged.
"Don't worry honey! You can go with me!"
The teacher had joined their threesome and reached out for Steve. He looked to the other men imploringly but they just shrugged once more and continued to the circle.
'Okay class!" The teacher clapped her hands as she made her way to the middle of the circle. "My name is Barbara, as I am sure most of you know, and today I am going to be teaching you to dance. Our warm up today will be a selection of trust exercises and then we shall begin. The type of dancing we will me doing is ballroom. We are going to be focussing on a wedding dance."
The avengers all looked at each other with matching expressions of horror, all except for Thor. "Isn't this great!?"
Coulson sighed again.
"Did you just say wedding dance?"
The teacher turned to look at Tony who had his arm in the air, imitating a small child.
"Yes I did. Now I know some of you are in same sex partnerships, which is absolutely fine here! We most certainly don't judge! And before you say anything about two men not being able to dance. Just was Captain Jack and Ianto, Janto if you please, dance together in episode nine, series two of Torchwood. That was just magical… Now… Let's dance!"
Everyone stood up and started copying her movements. She nodded to the lady by the piano and music started playing.
"Come on handsome, let us show the rest of the class how we do things round here! And back to the left, one-two-three, that's right, hop and spin out, and back in again. Fantastic! Everyone up and copy us. Let's see how you do on improv and then I can show you the moves."
The teacher had manhandled Steve into dancing with her, which was causing the rest of the team to be immobile with hysteria.
"Up everyone!"
They slowly got to their feet and started attempting to copy the rest of the class. It was a futile effort.
"Right everyone. Let's take a break. Margaret, you can stop playing and get yourself a cup of tea…"
Barbara smiled slightly and waved at Steve as she retreated to a chair in the corner of the room. Margaret, the piano player, brought her over a steaming mug and also sat down. They chatted quietly while the rest of the class rested.
Steve looked across at them and then darted to the rest of the team.
"You have to help me! She is going to rape me!"
The team looked him in stunned silence for a minute before bursting out with laughter.
"I am being serious! We have to get out of here!"
"Silence Captain. This is my chance for relaxation. I sat through Bruce's and now you shall all have to sit through mine!"
"You slept through the entire massage!"
"And I paid the price with my lustrous hair. Don't think it was all fun and games mortal."
Coulson put his hand on his head in his hands.
"Can't we just get through one of these things without something going wrong?"
"Cheer up Boss, this is only the second."
"Shut up Barton."
The avengers were silent for a moment. Tony suddenly smiled.
"No! Whatever you are thinking Stark. NO!"
Tony just smirked some more. "Alright guys, here's the plan."
They all leaned close together, huddling like penguins do in order to keep warm. Tony spoke in hushed whispers, conferring with the others over certain parts and hashing out the details. Slowly Clint started to smile too, along with Natasha and Steve wore a permanent look of relief.
"Operation Sexy Steve is go!"
"Can we not just change the name?"
"No!"
In the corner of the room, Barbara stood up and clapped her hands. "Okay everyone! Please get into too lines. The men on one side and women opposite. Got it?"
There were mumbled yeses from all around the room and everyone assembled in the two lines. Tony smirked across at Bruce and winked.
"Actually Barbara, I was thinking we could do something else."
Everyone in the class turned to look at Tony.
"And what exactly would that be?"
"Hoedown throw down."
Barbara blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Hoedown throw down. I suggest we dance that!"
"And why would we?"
"Because Steve will strip if you manage to do it first time, no mistakes."
There was a pause (though not impregnated it was very long) and then Barbara nodded.
Tony smirked and fiddled with his phone. Suddenly, the opening strains of Hannah Montana's song came blaring out of a decrepit and rusty PA system.
'Boom clap boom de clap de clap, boom boom clap boom de clap de clap"
Barbara took a deep breath and then started dancing. They all looked in amazement as she hit every move. Well… Tony smirked knowingly. The song came to an end and Steve just looked panicked. Suddenly he ran out of the room, crashing through the doors and out onto the street. The rest of the team tore after him, Tony stopping to give the instructor a roll of notes.
"Sorry about him, he's got some issues with nudity…"
Barbara nodded sympathetically, "It's okay, I understand."
Tony then turned and sprinted out of the class.
Two hours later…
'I can't believe you would do that! You knew that she would know all the dance moves. What even was that song?"
Steve was pacing around the Avenger's sitting room.
"That's Clint's song. He knows all the words and the dance moves. It's by Hannah Montana."
"Why the hell is it my song? And I don't know all the moves! Tasha! I asked you to delete the video!"
"There's a video? And of course it is your song Barton! 'Put your hawk in the sky'?"
Clint moved to a corner and sulked. Coulson thought this would be a good opportunity to bring the subject of next week.
"Don't worry cap. Next week you will choose what we do. Just please, don't let it involve anything radioactive!"
AN: So what did you guys think? Please review and tell me what you think!