*Takes a deep breath* Ok... I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. I had absolutely no inspiration to write when I came back from China and I just got soaked up into the thrill of the holidays. Uni is around the corner and that it really the drive that got me going, because goodness knows that when I start second year I'm going to virtually have no life until the next holidays. I hope you can forgive me. Also this chapter is out of sync with the rest. I just had an idea and had to get it out, so here it is. Enjoy. :)

Avengers Assemble.

There were only four words spoken, cut and clear; commanding. But they were enough to wake Steve Rogers up with a sudden surge of energy. They were words in which he was commanded; words he spoke when it was he who would be in command.

"Rogers. Assemble the Avengers."

He was already half way to the wardrobe when he followed the order and hung up on Fury, tossing his phone over his shoulder, fully confident that it would land on the comfy bed behind him. Surely enough it did.

His wardrobe stood at the opposite end of the bedroom, magnificently large and shrouded in inky black shadow, a disconcerting sight, but he paid no heed to it. He was in front of it in less than six large strides and peeling the double doors open.

The white star glared at his face, having caught some light from the tiny crevice the closed curtains made near the window.

It was time to suit up.

"Mmmmffff…. Go away…"

Why wouldn't the buzzing stop?

He lifted his chin, eyes still closed, groped aimlessly for his pillow, caught it, put his head back down and promptly dumped the pillow on top of his head, hands seizing the soft object within his grasp.

"Tony… just answer the phone," Pepper murmured. The woman slept so lightly that even the slightest tremor could wake her.

With one last groan of defiance he complied and reached across the nightstand, managing to hook the incessant vibrating object with his fingers and drag it towards him.

"You have reached the very life-like and very hungover model of Tony Stark at two thirty in the morning, please leave a message," Tony grumbled as he pressed the now answered phone to his ear.

"Hello to you too, Tony," Nick greeted dryly.

Stark lofted one dark eyebrow. "What, no lecture?"

"I don't have time to lecture you, Stark. Rogers or Miss Potts can take care of that. I'm calling because there is a much bigger problem that we need to deal with right now."

The billionaire groaned again, pressing the heel of his left palm to his forehead and slowly dragging it down his weary face. "Can't it wait?"

"The bad guys don't wait, Stark," Nick snapped instantly, his sharp tone causing Tony to wince and rub at his eyes.

"Get your ass down to the living room now, everyone is already there waiting for you."

"Aye, aye, Captain," he hung up before the spy-who-never-slept could issue him any death threats down the line.

"Doctor Banner, Nick Fury is on the line for you."

"Thanks, JARVIS patch him through for me," the doctor answered mildly, instead more focused on his work – by work he meant devising more ways to calm down the Hulk if he ever decided to stay at the party the Avengers were at a little long than what was necessary.

Nick's no nonsense voice filled the large laboratory the good doctor was working in. "Doctor Banner, we need you downstairs immediately."

"What is it?" Bruce asked, never taking his eyes off of the vastly scribbled, large piece of paper and leaning to the left, tilting his head ever so slightly in the same direction, as though he were trying to view some new particular small thing that he hadn't seen before.

"We need the Avengers to assemble."

Bruce's ministrations came to a sudden halt, the laboratory falling silent. For a moment all was still, and it looked as though the scene had been snapped in a picture, if it weren't for the blinking light from the monitor to Banner's left and the constant, but steady, rise and fall of his chest. The nearly unnoticeable "zrkteger" of the computer monitor and the sound of his breathing were the only signs that anything was going on in there.

He slowly took off his glasses and looked up at the camera watching him. "How bad is it?"

A long pause followed and for a moment Bruce wondered, not for the first time, if they actually needed him for whatever this was about.

"It's bad."

It looked as though the Hulk was needed as a tool for victory again.

"You are certain the sceptre is there?"

"As certain as I am about who my mamma was."

A confused frown creased Thor's forehead. He would never understand Midguardians and their unusual sense of humour.

"Then we must not waste any more time," he declared, rising from the leather sofa that was situated around a rectangular glass table in the centre of the grand living room of Avengers Tower. "The longer we wait the more likely the sceptre will have moved again once we arrive."

"I agree," Nick said. From the secret base in which he stood he folded his hands behind his back and took a deep breath. "That's why I need THE REST OF YOU TO HURRY YOUR PUNK ASSES UP AND GET IN STARK'S LIVING ROOM NOW!"

Thor roamed his blue gaze fervently across the room, hoping that two or three particular Avengers were now not in an angry mood.

Perhaps the only other Avenger, apart from Steve and Thor, who was only partially upset about losing some sleep was Clint. He blew out a long sigh from his mouth and pursed his lips into a thin line, keeping in the obnoxious grumbling, and grabbing his phone.

His thumb pressed on the unlock key and his phone came to life, the large screen projecting bright, glaring light at his face. His eyes narrowed at the screen – it read Fury. Another mission.

Scratching the growing stubble on the left underside of his jaw he swiped his thumb over the green answer phone. "Sir?"

"Barton, meet the rest of your team downstairs in twenty. Thor's anxious for all of ya'll to get going and grab Loki's-" the name made Clint's blood boil. His fingers wrapped around the phone a little tighter. He closed his eyes and shook his head, blowing out a deep breath through his nose. Flush him out.

"Barton. Barton? Barton, you copy?"

"Yeah," he sighed tiredly.

Clearly, his superior didn't believe him. "Oh yeah, well what did I just say?"

The archer chuckled dryly. "Grab Loki's sceptre from Sokovia with as little damage as possible."

Without missing a beat the former head of S.H.I.E.L.D spoke again with the tiniest trace of humour captured in his tone. "You're lucky I like you Barton."

"Woah, Fury, you know you're not my type,"

"Shut up. You now got eighteen minutes to get your ass downstairs. And contact Romanoff too."

"Yes, Sir."

With a beep the line went dead. Clint blinked slowly and lowered his phone to the table. The thought of getting out of bed still felt like the world's largest chore, even after all the years he spent doing the same thing on a regular basis, or even getting no sleep at all. Though, one thing good came with getting up this morning.

With a coy, yet satisfied, smile slowly creeping on his face he lowered himself back down onto the bed, twisting his body to the left. He buried his nose in the mess of red curls next to him, nuzzling gently, his right arm coming to wrap around the petite waist of the woman next to him.

Natasha was awake the moment the phone rang, but thanks to Clint it meant that she could catch a few more minutes peace whilst he answered it.

"Seventeen minutes, Clint."

Barton inhaled the scent of strawberries. "We can wait around a bit. We'd be down there in two, which means we've still got another fifteen minutes to lie around and do nothing."

"Sloth," Natasha sneered good-naturedly.

"Bitch," that earned him a soft jab in the ribs.

"Ass."

"You noticed?"

The next fifteen minutes were spent by throwing insults and sharing kisses, the insults all in good jest of course.

Yeah, so please don't hate me. The idea just hit me and I thought 'hey this would be a great Clintasha way to start Age of Ultron if they were canon in the MCU!' and bam! I also thought it would be great to include all of the Avengers. I hope I caught their character ok, if not all, then at least a good amount. This is my first time writing them, after all. I'm sorry if you're unhappy over how short Thor's part is, but it just appears to me like he is the most difficult for me to write. I will try to find situations in which I can practice writing him and hopefully catch his essence more. I'll continue following the events of the film from here, and maybe add a few of my own things afterwards as well as re-writes, cough, chapter 2. Thanks, every one, keep your eyes open for more. :)