A/N: Finally...it's here! I can't apologize enough for the huge wait. Actually, I'm surprised I managed to finish this. I couldn't have done it without you guys. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for ideas.

"...Fury?" Matthew asked quizzically, tilting his head a moment before turning to Gucchi and muttering, "You know anything named Fury?"

The poodle thought for a moment, then brightened. I believe I have met something named Fury. It was quite a long time ago, however, so I can't say for sure… Reminded again of its old age, Gucchi burst into tears.

Matthew took Gucchi's tears to mean that it had very much enjoyed meeting Fury, and would dearly want to see its face again. Nodding decisively, he turned to the Avengers.

"Alright, then!" the wizard said cheerfully, "Lead the way!"

"What," said Tony.

Matthew stared at the tall, one-eyed man who was currently glaring at the Avengers and at Matthew. The wizard frowned. "He doesn't seem very happy to see you, Gucchi… are you sure you've met?" he murmured to the dog. When he heard no response, Matthew glanced at Gucchi. A lone tear was trickling down its face as it looked at Fury. He looks so young… it whimpered. Fury raised an eyebrow at it, but turned to Steve.

"And who might this be?"

Steve shifted nervously under Director Fury's one-eyed glare. God, if he hadn't lost the other eye, Steve would probably be a pile of ash, shield and all. "We're…" the supersoldier sighed, "We're not exactly sure, sir. As far as we can tell, he's some kind of magical entity and that dog is his companion."

Matthew coughed pointedly. Fury turned to him, his eye saying get on with it. The wizard bowed extravagantly.

"Matthew Oxford Davies at your service! And 'that dog' is Gucchi Enchilada Nostradamus Olive Churro Insidious Dinnerbone Exelodius. We're part of a crew that deals with death.

"You're not here to nag me about Phil Coulson, are you?" asked Fury, hand creeping towards his gun.

"Who?" the wizard asked with a cute - at least to himself - tilt of the head. Furt grimaced, but continued, "He was murdered before the battle, but we brought him back.

Matthew waved a hand dismissively. "Naw, that's not under our jurisdiction," he explained. Dang, Murder was slacking lately if those kinds of things were happening.

"And...what exactly is your jurisdiction?"

Matthew looked at Gucchi and grinned.

"Oh, just call it Genocide."

A/N: A short one to finish off, huh? Before you ask, I don't expect that I'll be writing a sequel to this. But hey, I started this in eighth grade. I'm startled I got this far, to be honest. That being said, thanks for keeping up with my constant plot holes and randomness. Thanks so much for reading!