A/N: YO YO YO I'M BACK! *clears throat* I believe it's suffice to say some time has passed between the last chapter and this one... Just the one drabble today but I felt it had to be done before the next chapter.

Oh and I've changed my pen name! *jazz hands*

19. Squid Fever is contagious.

It was 6 o'clock and Director Fury was already awake and dressed in his usual leather jacket - unlike the majority of S.H.I.E.L.D. who were still snuggled up in their top-secret agent beds, dreaming top-secret agent stuff. He wasn't always up this early but he had a bad dream. Even the director of the freaking Avengers has nightmares now and then. It started off with him being on a desert island, drinking a cocktail, and ended with him being eaten by a giant octopus made of lava. Weird indeed.

He grabbed an apple from the Helicarrier kitchen before strolling into the bridge to check on what's happened to the world while he was sleeping. A couple of agents were tapping at keyboards randomly around the room and nothing interesting seemed to be happening. Phil was sat reading a Captain America comic at the large table situated to Fury's right, he would've just stayed at the Avengers Tower but Loki said that the constant stalking of Steve is "creepy".

A cacophonous beeping broke the silence, an alert that one of the Avengers - mainly Stark - was in the news. The few agents in the bridge crowded around the director's personal screen, waiting to see what the news was.

One young man who looked like he would rather be sleeping turned to face another guy next to him, "I bet it's Stark."

"Nah. Ten dollars say it's Clint."

"No bets to be made," Fury stated as he strode over to the screen that the crowd were gathered around and unlocked it so that they could all see what set off the alarm:

Breaking News

Stark Tower turns to Squid Tower?

The screen filled with a news report of how the Avengers Tower - not "Stark Tower" - had been covered in gigantic photos of squids. Damn squids. There was hundreds of posters of various sizes coating every single window of the skyscraper.

Before the director could start trying to find the vandals the camera zoomed in on three men, standing on the Iron Man suit's landing pad, with a massive red banner that said; "JOIN US. BE A SQUID BUDDY." It was obvious that it was the troublesome three that had caused this, who else would be stupid enough? Barton, Stark and Loki - Fury couldn't remember the god's surname so early in the morning - waved at the camera with huge smirks, as if they knew that Fury could see them, before losing their composure in fits of laughter. By the looks on their faces, they had giggled for some time.

"Sir, what should we do?" The agent who thought that the billionaire had caused this asked after watching the three idiots laughing for about a minute - and it didn't look like they were going to stop anytime soon.

"Let them have their fun." The corners of Fury's mouth twitched into what could be described as a rare smile.

"But this squid madness has gone too far!"

"I actually quite like the cephalopods."

The young man looked up at the director like he had turned into a squid himself, "Not you too..."