Writer's Note: Okay..this chapter starts off a arc that I'm a little worried about. Here's hoping that it goes well.

Another Note: Hey guys! I decided to leave the decision to what the next story should be up to the reviewers! It wont come for a while but I thought why not start the voting now? So do you guys want Harry Potter next or World War Z? VOTE AWAY

Warnings: Shirtlessness. Bad fight scenes and licking.

Pairings: Steve/Tony, Loki/Thor, one sided! Chekhov/Steve, and Bros!Clint and Bruce/Hulk

Disclaimer: Sadly the avengers are not mine. Chekhov, and the Narrator on the other hand are. Yay? I also don't own Twilight, and trust me I'm happy about that.

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Chapter Ten- In which shirts are so last chapter

Chekhov may just be a potted plant, but even he could feel the tension in the air. He waved his leaves in worry. Hoping that none of the, now vampire, avengers would lose control and attack Steve. He looked up at Steve, who was holding him close to his chest.

"You alright up there big guy?" Steve did a double take, like he had forgotten for a moment that Chekhov could actually speak, before answering him.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about the others." He looked back up, to stare sadly at the backs of his friends. "I wish they would like me help them."

Chekhov puffed up his leaves, "Cap no, you can't. If you let them even have one drop of your blood they will go insane with blood lust and drink you dry. Have you not seen vampire movies?"

Steve frowned, "Tony made me watch Dracula once. I suppose your right. It doesn't me I have to be happy about it. I hate that I can't do anything."

As the two were talking, the other avengers stayed silence. Focussing on controlling their blood lust. Tony was having it the hardest, as Steve's blood was calling for him. Crying out for his fangs. He ignored the urge, digging his fangs into his lip.

'No. I wont give in. I will not hurt Steve.'

The silence was finally broken by the sound of a wolf's howl. The avengers quickly got into battle positions. Quickly making a circle around Steve, to protect him.

Then from the trees came a pack of wolves. They were large, almost the size of mini vans. Their fur was brown and patched with red spots. Their fangs peeking out of their mouths, and their eyes pinched in anger.

The largest one, with a scare over one eye, took a step forward. Then before their eyes transformed.

"FURY?!" Tony grasped. As the large wolf turned into a shirtless Fury. You didn't look at all happy to see them.

"Hello Stark."

"Sir what are you doing here?" Steve asked, taking a step forward, only to pushed behind Tony's back. "Tony what are you doing?"

"Sorry..its just..I really don't want you stepping out of this circle for the moment okay?"

Steve stared at him in confusion but decided to trust Tony for the moment and stepped back, pressing Chekhov closer to his chest.

Fury just raised a single eyebrow at Tony's actions, "Well I was taking out of my office by some guy in a hooded figure, called himself the Narrator or some shit. Next thing I know I'm a werewolf." He looked at the avengers and did a double take when he saw Loki, "Can someone please explain to me why Loki is with you?"

"It's a long story." Tony answered. "But trust me, he's on the good side now."

Loki smiled and waved, "Yup, totally good."

Fury just glared at him. Clint decided to voice a question that had popped in his head as soon as he saw him transform.

"Where does your eyepatch go when you turn into a wolf?"

Everyone stared at him, "What it's a good question!"

The Narrator spoke up, "MAGIC."

"But.."

"DON'T QUESTION ME."

Clint just pouted. The Narrator signed and continued, "Now then. I shall you guys to fight now."

"Why would we fight our shield founder?" Thor asked.

The Narrator rolled his invisible eyes, "Because right now he's a werewolf and you guys are vampires. And as everyone knows vampires and werewolves don't get along. Its like the rule of supernatural stories!"

Tony stared at the gang of growling wolves, "I don't think I want to try fighting these guys..they look like they could eat a whole city and still be hungry after."

"Have you guys not learned by now? This is my world and you have to do what I say!" The Narrator whined.

Natasha rolled here eyes, "Fine. We shall fight."

With that announcement the battle started. The avengers(And Fury) made sure to keep their attacks weak as not to badly harm. When Steve went to go fight, he was stopped by both Tony's hand and by a invisible hand.

"No way Steve. Your just a normal guy right now. These are large super powered werewolves. Let us handle it okay."

Steve went to say something, but Tony was already gone. Leaping up from the ground and bitting down on the neck of the nearest(non-Fury) werewolf.

Steve frowned, hating the feeling of being useless. Chekhov coughed, "So want to play a game to pass the time or...?"

Before Steve could answer, one of the wolves broke away from Wolverine and raced over towards Steve. Before anyone could react in time the wolf tackled Steve to the ground. Sending Chekhov though the air.

"STEVE!" Tony screamed, and tried to get to him but was stopped by one of the other wolves.

Bruce tired going Hulk but found himself unable to. Loki tired magic but was unable to. Everyone was useless, and watch in horror as the wolf slowly lowered its head and then...

Licked Steve's face.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Clint shouted, Tony could only again. Though he was mainly happy that the werewolf didn't seem about to eat Steve's pretty face.

"What is going on?" Peter asked, "Why is that wolf licking Steve's face?"

The Narrator started to laugh.

"What in the world are you laughing about?" Tony asked, while punching the werewolf he was fighting the jaw.

"Well I decided since we have a Edward..how about a Jacob?"

"What?!" Tony asked, deeply confused. Though a realisation was slowly coming to mind.

The wolf licking Steve started to transform. Then in a blink of a eye was a young shirtless man. He had green eyes and brown hair; and seemed fascinated by his own hands. As he kept staring at them.

"What is with you guys and shirts? Are all werewolves allergic to shirts?!" Peter asked. Before defeating his own werewolf. Slowly the battle ended and the avengers quickly ran back to Steve.

"GET OFF HIM." Tony gowned, as he took a hold of the unnamed werewolf and threw him backwards and away from Steve's fallen form. He turned his attention back to Steve, 'Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Tony but Chekhov..." Steve jumped up and ran up to the potted plant. Only to find that the plant was dead.

"No Chekhov.." Steve cried, as he picked up the plant.

The unnamed werewolf smiled, "Don't cry Cap am okay."

The group all snapped their heads around to stare at the werewolf. Who smiled at them back.

" Chekhov?" Loki whispered. Staring at the werewolf.

Chekhov smiled right back, "Hi. It seems I'm a human now. Well kind of."

The Narrator just started to laugh again. For now the story was about to get really interesting.

'Now then who will win the heart of the great Captain? Tony or Chekhov. Only time will tell.' The Narrator smirked. Oh this was so much fun.

End of Chapter Ten~!