This one is a little shorter and a mix of rules #6 and #14. Thanks again for all the support. Please read and review. :)
Snippet #3:
Maria Hill growled audibly at the obnoxious banging on the door to her private quarters; it was her day off dammit. Determined to enjoy her rare R & R, Hill snuggled deeper into her chair and tried to re-focus on her book. Unfortunately, whoever was at her door was persistent and she realized that she'd get sick of the noise long before they gave up the pounding. Giving into her petulant mood, Maria stomped across the room and nearly ripped the door off its hinges. "WHAT?"
Oblivious to her sour mood, the agent at her door instantly began babbling, "Oh, thank God you're home. They're so going to kill me; they're still pissed about the firearm targets and they blame me for Barton's armory blowing, and now this there's no way I'll see tomorrow if you don't help me."
Hill raised an eyebrow. She'd only caught every third word, but that was enough to know that this was Agent Rick Parsons who was still numero uno on the Avengers' hit list. "Parsons, stop." She waited for him to take an actual breath, "what did you do this time?"
Rick suddenly found his shoes very interesting, "I-uh-accidentally-took-the-last-of-the-coffee-and-coco-puffs."
Maria took a second to decipher the mumbled confession. Yup, no doubt about it, he was a dead man. "Coffee and Coco Puffs? What are you, suicidal? Didn't you learn anything from last week?"
Parsons had the decency to look sheepish.
"Well, you'll learn from this. I'll save your ass this time;" she cut off his gratitude with a raise hand, "don't ask how, it's above you're pay grade. In return, you will personally inventory every piece of ammunition, linens, food stuffs, targets and emergency equipment and present me with a detailed report."
Rick sputtered, "that'll take forever! No way I'm-"
"Or I can simply tell everyone who's to blame for Dr. Banner going ape shit when he goes for his daily Coco Puffs break 20 minutes from now and finds out they're gone."
Parsons suddenly found himself wanting to cooperate fully, "did you want that in an excel spreadsheet?"