"She'll be okay." Finished Simmons, looking around at the assembled team. Natasha was still unconscious and muttering Clint's name every few minutes, but Simmons had determined that she was just suffering from shock and a panic attack. Short version: she would be fine.

"But I need to assess everyone who went on that operation in case of injuries or anything similar." She said, and turned to Laura, who was already starting to complain. "Especially you." She said with a twinkle in her eye. Laura threw her head beck and groaned loudly, earning a small laugh from Steve, before he regained his composure and a frown. There was an awkward eye contact between them before Coulson spoke.

"Thanks Simmons, you can go." he said, smiling slightly.

"Yes sir. And just a warning, the television is Fitz, Hunter, Laura and Kim and I's tonight. It's Doctor Who night." She said with a devilish smile and a wink at Fitz as she rejoined the group facing Coulson.

"Alright everyone, back to it. And make sure to take it easy on Nat." said Coulson, smiling at them before going to check on May.

~Two months later~

"We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This story is ending, but the story never ends."

Kim had a tear rolling down her cheek. Simmons was sobbing and Fitz was weeping. Hunter was already wiping tears from his eyes. This part got them every single time. Why they chose this episode, Kim would never know, but she watched, heartbroken, as her favourite Doctor entered the TARDIS for the last time.

"No… no don't say it!" muttered Fitz, furiously wiping tears from his eyes as the camera panned around for the Doctor to say his final words.

"I don't wanna go."

"No!" moaned Simmons as the orange flames started around the Doctor's hands and neck. The regeneration began and they all collapsed into weeping messes as the tenth Doctor took his last bow.

Then there was Eleven in all his uncoordinated house cat glory taking his first steps.

And the episode ended.

"Why the hell did we watch that?" asked Simmons, rubbing the last traces of her mascara from her eyes as she sat up and grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels, finally resting on BBC news.

"God knows…" muttered Hunter, getting up to, no doubt, grab a beer from the nearby fridge.

The neutral voice of a newsreader cut through their conversation as Hunter started to walk back.

"And as reports start to flood in about what exactly caused the Stanford Disaster, it has come to light that it was, in fact, a small team of largely unknown superhumans that were that source of the blast that killed over 300 people. We now go to our New York correspondent in the remains of Stanford High School."

"Jesus" muttered Hunter, sauntering over to where the others sat with his beer.

"Makes me wonder why we weren't there monitoring the situation." Said Kim without taking her eyes off the screen.

Then the report changed to something new, and their eyes widened and Hunter dropped his beer in shock.

"I need to see if Coulson knows." Whispered Kim, and she got up and sprinted to the directors office.

Steve and Laura were sat together, the television blaring 'Once Upon A Time' (request of Laura). The credits started, and Steve stood, smiling softly at the half-awake Laura, who sleepily returned the smile before reaching for the controller and changing to the news.

He strolled into their small kitchen and made a cup of tea for Laura and a coffee for himself; then returned to sit next to Laura as the newscaster started reading a piece of breaking news that made both Laura and Steve's blood run cold.

"Pep, have you seen this?" shouted Tony from across the room in the newly-renovated Avengers tower. Pepper tiptoed over to Tony, who was on his laptop, and peered over his shoulder to see the news.

"Oh my god." She muttered, glancing at Tony, who was grinning.

"This is the best thing that could've happened after all that Hydra shit. I'm going for this. 100%" he said, opening his emails and starting to type a message to Coulson.

Natasha walked in the rain away from the graveyard, wiping away the traces of sadness from her face, Clint falling into step beside her. Bruce's grave. She just needed to talk more about her recent encounter with Ivan, and the last couple of missions she had been on. It wasn't the same without him. She stalked up the steps to their apartment and switched on the TV, barely looking at Clint. Her eyes widened and she froze, staring blankly at the screen. Clint dropped the cupcake he was stuffing in his mouth. She reached for her phone and dialled a random number she knew from memory.

"Hello?" Came Steve's voice from the other end. He sounded angry; scared even.

"Have you heard?" Natasha gushed into the phone, getting up and starting to pace around the room.

"This is bad."

"Bobbi, can you throw me a soda?" yelled Skye from across the bus.

Bobbi looked up from her phone, where she was texting Mack, rolled her eyes, then reached into the fridge and pulled out a can, which she threw half-heartedly at Skye, who caught it with one swift movement without even looking at Bobbi.
The plane was currently cruising over the South Pacific, with Bobbi, Skye and May in the television room and Mack in the garage. Coulson and the rest of the team were back at the Playground.

"May, Bobbi… look at this." Said Skye, almost in a daze as she read the news on her laptop. From where it was placed on the coffee table, her soda can started to shake slightly and Skye squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, before staring directly at the can as it slowly stopped rattling.

May looked at her warily for a moment before looking over her shoulder and her usually blank face paled and she stared at Skye with a worried look.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Bobbi, looking at Skye with eyes full of pity.

"I- I don't know." Muttered Skye, tears forming in her eyes.

"Peter have you seen this?" shouted Mary-Jane, looking at the CNN website on her IPad across from Peter Parker who leaned over and put an arm around her as he looked down.

"No…" he said his face going chalk white, then grass green then back to and even chalkier white.

"Peter what does this mean for you?" asked MJ, brushing her hair out of her face and staring at peter.

"I need to see Tony… now." He said, before getting up, striding to the door and walking out, running his hands through his hair.

"Breaking news from congress today as they agree to pass the superhuman registration act, where every superhuman must register their name and secret identities for safe-keeping in a secret vault in the White House. This comes after the Stanford Disaster, caused by a group of superhumans getting out of control. We now await statements from superheroes such as Tony Stark also known as Iron Man and Captain Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America and their fellow Avenger teammates."