[AN: I wrote this one for kicks XD. Then next I will end with Clint and Natasha again… but better. Thanks for reading!]
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NICK FURY
Agent Fury's mind was unusually distracted as he made his way to the officer's mess in the recently repaired Helicarrier. He was distracted enough even to mutter under his breath as he entered the room to find a few stragglers up at the ungodly hour and his assistant Agent Hill sitting alone and nursing a cup of coffee as if it was her lifeblood. He went to his secret stash of the good stuff (the stuff that actually tasted like coffee instead of whatever acid the others had been coerced by the government into thinking was coffee) that was less a secret and more protected by his reputation. Still Fury had no worries that his underlings would dare to tough his supply. But low and behold he tilted the last bag down to his good eye and found a single bean rattling around at the bottom.
"AGENT HILL!" Fury growled out suddenly and the brunet jumped four feet before stumbling up and to attention.
"Y-yes Sir!" She stumbled over her words.
"Where's my damn coffee?" He asked her turning slowly so he could see her with his good eye.
"Sir?" She was momentarily confused.
"My coffee, the only palatable drink on this god forsaken floating prison, where. Is. it?"
"I-I…"
"When's the next pane leaving?"
"Sir?"
"When's the next mission leaving?"
"In… four minuets Sir."
"Well for the good of us all they had better bring back some better coffee!"
"Yes Sir," and a very flustered and terrified Agent Hill made a run for the deck.
"Hmf," Fury shook his head. "Loki…dreams… teach him to steal my coffee" he continued to mutter under his breath unintelligibly and abandoned all hope of a caffeine fix until the most recent mission returned.