Hi all, thanks again for the support. I do have a few more of these ideas, but I'll probably be pretty slow in getting the posted due to an impending move. This one is for rule #7. Please read and review.

Snippet # 4:

"There's no way she bought that."

"Of course she did; women love the mystery surrounding any of the three-letter agencies. Just because no one knows about the super-secret agency I work for doesn't mean I shouldn't get a piece of the action."

"So you picked her up last night with the promise of a romantic weekend in bed, then leave a note about an agency emergency at five am this morning, and can probably still hit that next weekend if you play your cards right. Dude, I don't know whether to be impressed or sickened."

Agent Thomas Franks grinned at his dinner companion as he munched on his favorite collared greens, "what can I say, I'm the master of the one night stand."

"You know that's not really something you should aspire to."

The quietly condemning voice had both Agents turning to their left and looking straight into the face of good 'ole Captain America himself. Franks cringed inwardly; everyone knew the super soldier held fiercely to his 1940's-bred ideals; meaning that their last conversation was probably not well received.

Captain Steve Rogers had tried to convince himself over and over that he lived in 2012 now and therefore couldn't apply his ethics in the same way he used to. That in and of itself grated on his nerves like nothing else. How had the world changed/lost so much that this was acceptable dinnertime conversation?

"Son, where I grew up, you didn't plot ways to trick women into bed with you. Women were treated with respect and courtesy." Steve could feel himself gathering steam; normally he would have settled for quietly glaring at the two men but he could only keep silent for so long and this just happened to be the last straw. He barely registered his words as his volume rose to a shout; it wasn't long before the entire dining hall was staring but he just couldn't bring himself to care. Rogers's voice was hoarse and silence reigned by the time he'd decided that his point had been made and he exited the room with his head held high.

Franks wanted to shrivel up and die right there; he hadn't received a dressing down like that since he was a dumb-assed 18-year old kid going through Army basic training. Even the kitchen staff was openly glaring at him. Even though the Avengers only spent about two weeks of every month on the helicarrier; Captain Rogers was WELL liked by everyone and it really didn't due to piss him off. But Tom had managed to do just that and apparently in a very big way, he could expect to have many scathing looks sent his way over the next few days as the gossip spread.

The gossip spread quickly but the glares also receded quickly. Now, two days later, he only had two issues left. One, the kitchen hadn't served his favorite collared greens in the last two days- unusual since the staff had always assured him they'd be served at every meal except breakfasts. His second problem, every where he'd gone lately, he'd run straight into Captain American who was still wearing his best kicked puppy expression. The other man's depression un-nerved Franks enough that he cut his workout short in favor of a hot shower and the solitude of his own quarters.

He started the shower, turning the knob all the way to scalding before undressing and brushing his teeth. The mirror was completely steamed over by the time he finished and stepped into the small shower cubical. He'd just dunked his head under the stream when it changed from just the right side of blistering to ice cold in the blink of an eye. Tom jumped reflexively at the changed, landed on the edge of the shower curtain and hit the tiled floor of the bathroom- hard. He lay there for a minute, catching his breath and willing his shocked nerve endings into submission. Gently gaining his feet, Franks moved a cautious hand toward the shower spray and was surprised to find it hot again. Hoping it had been a fluke; he stepped back under the spray and resumed his routine. Five minutes later he was jumping from underneath the freezing cold spray again.

Deciding any further attempts at showering would be hazardous to his heath, Tom toweled off and went straight to bed.

"Are you sure you guys want someone who gives up that easily as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Tony Stark grinned at the red-head next to him.

"Very nice Stark. Just be a little more careful next time, we do need all of our Agents in working order."

"Fine, fine, I'll make it gradual tomorrow," Tony grumbled.

They replayed the footage for the rest of the team several times, laughing hysterically at the fish-out-of-water look on Franks' face every time he hit the bathroom floor.

Natasha glanced to her left, well aware of her partner's sudden movements. "Clint?"

Hawkeye returned her look innocently while shifting the paintball gun to his right hand so he could easily remove the air vent cover with his left. "What? Stark shouldn't be the only one allowed to have some fun; I'm Steve's friend too."

Banner just shook his head with a smile, "are we going to do this every time someone pisses one of us off?"

"Of course."

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