There are lots of joys that come with being an Avenger.
Like, seriously. It's great. I mean, besides the daddy issues and all, you've got some very nice world leaders breathing down your neck, mentally unstable humans (or, like, not humans, whatever) that love to drop bombs on your home, near-death experiences every other day, and of course, those weird creatures you're obligated to vanquish.
Example?
Giant naked humanoids with a hunger for people.
The twenty-first century is amazing, Steve Rogers notes as Director Fury barks the situation at them from the head of the conference table. Even though he doesn't really need to. It's happening on the screen right behind him. Steve can sense a smartass statement coming from Tony any second now. He kicks the billionaire's ankle under the table, just in case. Tony whines. Steve doesn't care.
One of the things grabs a woman and shoves her in its mouth. Bruce winces.
Fury continues to yell about how the world is counting on them and how they can't fail him or whatever, but Steve is a little confused. How exactly are they gonna, you know, fight those things? They're both at least, like, forty feet. That's just an estimate but they're still really big. Okay. If Thor was here, that would've been cool, cause, lightning and all. But he's busy in Svartasomethingheim, so that's a no, everyone guesses.
Maybe Iron Man and the Hulk?
"It'll have to do. Good thinking, Rogers." Fury nods when the idea is presented. He sounds kinda nonchalant, like they aren't going up against two man-eating monsters the size of small buildings. Tony whines again, because why does he have to do it? Does this mean Spangles and the rest are home free? Not fair.
Steve wishes he had slept in.
The order is given to suit up, but before they—well, just Tony, basically—can move from their rolly chairs, the scene changes.
They all watch with rapt attention as two figures shoot into view. Going for building to building, the figures move quickly and smoothly, swinging forwards with...
Everyone leans closer to examine the gear strapped around the waists of the two.
Are those grappling hooks?
Steve honestly thinks they're going to get killed, until one male launches himself straight towards a monster and, with two long twin blades, cleanly slices through the nape of its neck. It goes down with a ground-shaking thump.
It does not get back up.
The man's partner takes down the other thing just as quick. Soon, the two stand among giant smoking corpses, appearing more confused about their surroundings than the otherworldly beasts they've just killed. An awkward silence falls over the room. Fury does that thing where he narrows his eye, like no one else but his Avengers can save the world because that's just embarassing.
More silence. More awkward glances.
"Awesome," Clint finally murmurs.
Fury barks about how he wants those two in SHIELD HQ right now, dammit. Tony takes a closer look at one of the men. He turns to Steve.
"Looks like you."
The twenty-first century is definitely amazing.
k there we go that was a hoot and a half to write
more chapters, anyone? theyll be longer I promise
okaaaay tell me what you all think
-starkspangledfanner