Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 06:36:34 -0500
From: Mitch XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Avengers Chapter 1

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the
movie "The Avengers" ... Whether or not my character portrayal is accurate,
these stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course,
of legal consenting age)... if you don't like men having sex... why the
hell are you on Nifty? Do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you have
comments please send they will be welcome. Feedback is enjoyed
(positive/negative/bizzare) so feel free to comment. Again no money is
being made so no copyright infringement is being done.  This story is
fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of
the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. Copywright belongs to Marvel Comics. If you have not read my
previous works and like this one, check out "Chuck," "Merlin," or "Psych"
in the Celebrities section. Have fun reading!

(Author's note = A/N ) Please RE-READ MY CELEBRITY sexuality clause that I
will repost just so I cannot be sued by anyone... and remember that this is
JUST A STORY! This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.


	A/N - Requests for pairings will be considered but there will be no
guarantee. After seeing the film I couldn't resist putting these two
together... we'll see how it goes.


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	Steve Rogers, known as Captain America, had been fighting off a
series of enemies trying to reach the red lever that would slow down the
engine turbines so that Tony Stark, or Iron Man, could escape their deadly
spin. After taking out all but one soldier, Captain America hurried over to
the level and moved it as quickly as he could. Stark, who was being beaten
and battered by the turbines, finally felt the blades slow momentarily, he
then proceeded to fall from the engine and try to regain his bearings. His
suits propulsion engines kicked in unevenly, causing his aerial flight to
be somewhat unsteady. He called over his comlink, "Thanks Capsicle." his
sarcasm only just covering his panic from nearly becoming shreds of metal
inside of the SHIELD engine moments earlier. He then sped over to where
Captain America was huddled, trying to stay out of the path of the bullets
being fired by one of Loki's troops. Iron Man sped up and slammed into the
gunman, knocking him to the floor, unconcscious. Stark stayed for a minute,
getting his bearings and trying not to shake from the adrenaline rush that
he had felt while being stuck inside of the engine. Captain America leaped
over to Stark's side and said, "Better late than never, right?" He smiled
and held a hand for Tony to take. Stark, who's face was covered with the
helmet, scowled and ignored the hero's hand, pushing himself up.

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MEANWHILE - In the Detention center

	It had always hurt getting shot during his training, he knew that,
but the sensation of a large pointy metal object being jammed through his
chest... much worse. Agent Phil Coulson had been sure that he had the god,
Loki, cornered. The massive... albeit, unknown, powerful weapon trained on
the god of mischief. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Loki for a second and
didn't know when he had made the switch. He just knew it hurt! He heard the
cry of Thor, still trapped in a cage designed to hold the hulk. Coulson
felt his legs give way as the pointy staff was removed from his body. As he
slid down the wall, Coulson knew he had to use the weapon to try and
obliterate the evil god who had destroyed hundreds of lives in the last few
days. The god spoke words to Coulson, who wasn't really listening, just
biding time while the weapon silently warmed up. Coulson counter-argued
against the god as he dropped Thor in the steel trap, "You're gonna lose."
"Am I?" "It's in your nature." "You're heroes are scattered, your floating
fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?" "You lack
conviction." "I don't think I..." Coulson fires the experimental weapon,
blasting Loki through the wall, "So that's what it does." The world begins
to go dark and COulson tries to hold on to life.

	Director Fury rushes into the room, kneeling near Coulson, his face
smoothed over trying to remain neutral. The wound is too deep, Agent
Coulson's chances are looking grim. Coulson tells Fury that he needs to
check out soon and that this is what the Avengers needed to motivate
them. Fury tries to get Coulson to hold on but cannot. The paramedics come
speeding down the hallway and just as Coulson's eyes are about to close for
the final time he sees two things, a woman, dressed in a long, flowing
white gown, with pure white eyes, and she is holding... my Captain America
cards? He hears a soft voice resonate through his head, "You will be fine
soon Phillip... but he still needs you." The voice is so soft and calm,
Coulson feels his pulse rate slow and his blood flow begin to return to
normal. The woman, who is unperceived by the rest of the SHIELD staff,
holds up her right hand and a shimmering white bead of light lands on Agent
Coulson's chest. The wounds, while extensive, heal enough to save his life,
but to the Medical staff, Coulson's body appears dead. "You will revive in
ten minutes... until then... sleep." Coulson's eyes droop heavily and he
feels sleep pull him away. "Who are you?" He thinks desperately, trying to
give his savior a name. There is no response but as unconsciousness takes
him, Agent Phillip Coulson feels a warm presence hold his body and he
thinks, "What does she mean, 'Captain America needs me?' "

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	Captain America was making his way back to the control room of the
SHIELD he heard Director Fury's voice speak over their intercom, "Agent
Coulson is down." Another voice says, "PARAMEDICS ARE ON THEIR WAY" Fury
replies, "They're already here. They called it." Steve felt his heart stop
as he realized what has happened to Agent Coulson. I didn't even sign his
cards, he thought dully. He stopped walking for a moment as his legs began
to lose their Herculean-like strength. I didn't have time to sign some
cards for him? Captain America sat down on the ground, hard.

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	Moments after the Avengers have left the SHIELD Station, a call
comes in from the medics directly, and only to Colonel Fury, "Sir... Agent
Coulson's vitals have come back and he is stable! What do you want us to
do?" Fury whirled around and said quietly to his earpiece, "Fix him the
rest of the way you morons!" Turning to Agent Hill Fury said, "Let me know
of any changes!" He then took off to the medical bay.

	When he reached the doors, Fury looked inside and saw Agent Coulson
lying on a nearby bed, his EKG beeping regularly. "What in the HELL is
going on here?" Fury said angrily as he entered the room. "Colonel
Fury... we have no idea! He was dead when we arrived. No brain activity, no
lung, heart, or organ function. He was legally and literally deceased!"
Fury turned to Coulson and said to the staff. "Keep him in a private room
with no visitors except myself. Keep his vitals steady and if he wakes call
me immediately, understood?" The Medical staff nod emphatically and Fury
leaves to return to the main control room.

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	Steve Rogers had recovered from the physical portion of the
fighting since the Avenger's had defeated the Chitauri but the mental
healing process had yet to begin. He felt as though he was walking through
a haze, still maintaining himself but his mind was always somewhere
else. Steve had made his way back to the SHIELD base and was going over
security footage from the day of the invasion. He was watching himself save
Iron Man and Thor fighting the Hulk. Finally, he came across Thor trying to
put Loki back into his cage. Being tricked into the cage himself, Thor
attempts to break free to no avail. Just as Loki is about to drop Thor to
his demise, Agent Coulson comes out with a weapon and tells Loki to
stop. Rogers can feel his pulse race as he wonders how long it will- and
Loki is behind Coulson. "NO! Agent Coulson he's-" too late. The point
thrusts through Coulson in front of Captain America's eyes. Losing control,
the Captain picks up the screen and throws it across the room, crashing it
into a random shelf. He sinks to the floor, eye's moist with tears that are
threatening to fall. I need to get out of here, now! Rogers got up,
throwing on his mask and sprinted for the nearest exit...

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	Agent Phil Coulson had just regained consciousness when he heard
noise coming from a nearby room. He got up painfully and made his way to
the exit of the med-bay. Why was I in a private room? He wondered. Then he
remembered the sceptre, the woman, the pain... SHIT! He moved as quickly as
he could. He heard a familiar sound as he approached, it was Thor yelling
at someone. He turned the corner of the hallway and saw a slightly ajar
door. He snuck up quietly and peered inside. What he saw made him become
pale. A man... he wasn't sure who, was watching security footage from the
attack on SHIELD. He saw Thor inside the compartment meant for the hulk,
then he saw himself stopping Loki with the strange weapon. Finally he saw
the point of the sceptre pierce his chest. Agent Coulson watched,
transfixed as he saw the tip pointing out of him. Apparently, the person
watching the video did not enjoy this, go figure, thought Coulson, because
seconds later he heard a roar and the man lifted the gigagantic monitor and
threw it across the room in anger. Agent Coulson felt panic well in his
throat. What if they were looking for Loki? Agent Coulson started to beat a
hasty retreat and made it back to the medical bay just as he saw Captain
Steve Rogers go sprinting down the hallway with his mask on. What was that?
Thought Coulson. He was just about to follow him when a doctor noticed he
was up and dragged him back to bed, giving him a sedative so that he could
rest and recover.

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	When agent Coulson awoke, his head was swimming. What the hell did
they give me? He thought. He slowly stood and the world around him swam as
though a cameraman couldn't keep up with this body. He felt a wave of
nausea sweep through him and he stopped moving for fear of vomiting. The
moment passed and he pushed himself off of the bed, his arms were weak. He
called out but his voice was hoarse. He tried to swallow but his throat was
dry. He saw a nearby glass of water and downed the entirety in one gulp. He
then proceeded to walk about the room as his equilibrium returned. He felt
pain scream through his chest whenever he tried to do any bending or
reaching. Must be a side effect of having your heart stabbed, he thought
dully. He was just about to head out of the medical bay when Fury came
bursting into the room. "You gave me a scare today Coulson." His voice was
even, but his eyes seemed to beam when he saw Coulson moving around. "Me
too, Director Fury." Coulson joked. "How did you...?" "I don't know." Said
Phil softly. He thought about the woman, she probably wanted to stay
anonymous anyway... but wouldn't she have shown up on the video feed?
Coulson vowed to look at the tapes as soon as he could.

	Fury took Coulson in for a hug and said, "It doesn't matter. What
matters is that you're okay and the Avengers have defeated the
Chitauri. Now, you are on an extended leave until you have fully
recovered." "What?" Agent Coulson felt off balance, he hadn't had a day off
in... ever. He wasn't sure if this was a temporary leave or if Fury was
trying to move him into another, less dangerous setting. "Sir, once I have
recovered, what will my-" "You'll still be in the field Coulson." Replied a
gruff Fury. Coulson breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Where am I going
to be stationed?" "First of all Coulson, there is another mission you will
be doing during this leave. Second, you will be located in the center of
New York City." Coulson felt his pulse beat hasten. "What is my mission
Director?" Fury paused and said, "We need you to assume the identity of a
foreign diplomat, change your appearance and watch over various members of
the Avengers. Especially those who do not wish to remain under SHIELDs
scrutiny. Iron Man and Captain America will be your targets. Your identity
will be an ambassador from France who is trying to improve the environment
in the depressed side of Queens." Agent Coulson was uneasy, disguise myself
from the Avengers? Wouldn't they know? "Sir, with all due respect, wouldn't
they know it was me?" "Not if you brush up on your French."

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     (A/N - I will include translations for French in Parentheses - Sorry
for the lack of accents... it's a bitch in Notepad)

	Agent Coulson felt slightly ridiculous in his French diplomat
disguise. The bureau had decided to maintain his basic facial structure,
nose, and jawline, but had made adjustments to his hair color, eye color
(contacts), weight (the fitness was hell), and other minute details. By the
end of the month of preparation, Phil Coulson resembled a French Diplomat
but he was sure that all of the Avengers would see through the
disguise. Coulson had been studying his French in intense situations that
involved heated debates, lively conversation, and random occurences. This
trained him to act, think, and speak like a Parisian. He was installed into
a modest apartment that had feels of French culture. He was told that his
background included a "Live like everyone else mentality." (non-typical for
the French)

	He was supposed to meet Captain America and Iron Man at a
conference for the rebuilding and restructuring of New York after the
Chitauri attack. It was going to happen in about an hour and Coulson
couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to have trouble pulling the
wool over Steve Roger and Tony Stark's eyes. He took some time to look at
his reflection. A little different but not completely
unrecognizeable. Maybe they'll think I resemble... him/myself. Crap! I've
got to get downtown now! Coulson left his apartment and locked the door. He
beat a hasty pace towards the conference and was just about to arrive at
the steps to the hall when he saw him.

	Captain America was sitting on the steps to the building, staring
intently at the ground as the world passed around him. He had a small frown
on his face and was holding some small paper in his hands. He stared at the
paper a little longer and Coulson saw it was his stack of trading cards! I
never did get a copy of those signed. Coulson steeled his face and
immediately began to think... French culture, French diplomat! Fixe les
pensees sur le but! (keep your thoughts on the goal) He straightened his
spine and walked brisquely towards the building not hesistating to walk
five feet from captain America. Once he moved past the Superhero he felt
the other man pause and shift.

	Steve Roger's stood and turned to face the stranger who had just
blown past him in a hurry. Out of the side of his vision he had
sworn... but it couldn't be... I saw the tape. He died! Captain America
started to follow the man, he was the same height, but was more muscled and
had different hair. But something felt familiar in his movements. Steve
Roger's sped up and tapped the unknown man on his shoulders and said,
"Ummmm... excuse me? Do you know where the foreign delegations conference
is supposed to be held today at noon?" Trying to use this as an excuse to
see the man's face. The man turned slowly and Captain America felt his
anticipation build... could it be?

	*In a heavily accented voice* "Non sorry cher... Ah am luking for
zis conference also." He met the Captain's eyes with a blank expression of
neutral indifference. He watched as Captain America stared at his face
intently for a few seconds and then Coulson said, "Deed you need some-zing
elze?" Captain America met the man's eyes and saw that they were a steel
colored grey, not like Coulson's bright blue eyes that had dazzled Captain
America the first time they had met. Even though he felt the familiar
feeling of protectiveness for this man whole slightly resembled Agent
Coulson, Steve told himself it was just his imagination. The two turned
back to the building and Captain America said, "Can I join you? In case you
find out where we need to go?" "Oui, m'sieur. Suivez moi (follow me)." The
two men climbed the stairs and walked down a corridor. Both men knew where
they needed to go but stopped to ask for directions to feed the lie. They
arrived at a banquet hall furnished with luxury furniture, a full orchestra
playing music and massive tables. "And ze rest of ze city struggles to get
zome food and zeir 'ouses sealed so zat zey do not lose too much 'eat."
Coulson scoffed. Captain America said, "I agree. Why do we need this
spectacle to show that we are serious about helping the city get back on
it's feet. How did we even fund this?" "Some amereecan idiot weeth too much
money." Captain America laughed and felt himself relax. Albeit this French
guy was a little... sharp, he seemed like a nice guy. Holding out his hand
he said, "I'm Steve Rogers... Comment vous appelez-vous?" His french was
broken but understandable. The man perked up and had a slight smile, "Je
m'appelle Jean-Philippe Fils-DuCharbon.(I'm John-Phillip Son of Coal ;)
It's a pleasure ->) Enchante. Je connais votre nom... vous etes diplomat?"
(I know your name... are you a diplomat?) Captain America blushed and said,
"I'm not super good at French. You asked if I was a diplomat? No, I'm not."
"Ze name is familiar... eet weel come to me." "I'm sure it will."

	The duo sat at a table as guests began to pour in from all
sides. Tony Stark saw Captain America and made his way over to the hero,
who had stood to get a drink from the bar. "Hey capsicle. What's up?" Steve
Rogers was still taken aback by the current slang. "I just met an
interesting diplomat." "Oh yeah? Where is she? And more importantly, what
country is she from? Are you going to work some superhero magic on her?"
Captain America laughed and said, "No! and HE is over at my table." He
pointed to the table and Tony Stark turned. He gaped for a few seconds and
said nothing. "Where is this guy from? And what's his name?" "I'll
introduce you. Come on!" Captain America walked back to the table, holding
a scotch and drinking from his own glass. "Jean-Phillipe, this is Tony
Stark. Tony, This is Jean-Phillipe." Tony stared at Agent Coulson intently
and Agent Coulson maintained his neutral expression, "Do all you amereecans
stare at each other?" Tony looked away and shook himself, "I'm sorry Jean,
you look like one of my friends who just... passed away." "Oh eez zat so? I
am so sorry."

	The rest of the evening passed with little that was difficult for
Agent Coulson, his prepared speech was received well and he proposed the
beginning of a charity fund to fuel the rebuilding of New York City that
would begin tomorrow. After receiving a standing ovation, Coulson returned
to his seat and he maintained small talk with Captain America and other
foreign diplomats for the rest of the night. When the conference was over,
Captain America asked Agent Coulson if he needed a ride. Coulson replied
"Non... Ah leeve close. I like to conserve energee." The Captain nodded and
said, "I guess I'll do that too." The duo walked down the street and began
to walk the same direction. "So... where are you staying Jean-Philippe?"
"Ah leeve on Simpson street. And you?" "I live on Simpson too! Cool!" The
two men walked a while longer and finally Coulson turned towards his
building and said, "A bientot mon ami! Ah weel see you tomorrow?" "Yes you
will, mon ami! A demain!" Coulson entered the house and watch as Steve
Rogers walked down four houses and across the street to his house. What did
Fury have in mind?

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Hello Nifty-ers! If you don't already know me... I have three other series
on Nifty "Psych," Merlin," and "Chuck." If you want to get a feel for my
writing style try those! More updates soon on this story. Bear with me some
weeks... my job can be stressful. This story will be Captain America and
Phil Coulson so if you don't like that... send me a request and I might
include it, or I might not. Either way you'll get an email from me. I also
write a lot during the night so my grammar is not at it's peak. Sorry for
the errors <- as a post-emptive strike. (pre-emptive for future chapters)
If you like this story please comment! If you hate it... COMMENT! This
helps me improve as a writer and gives me an idea as to what you all
want. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to write many more soon!

-Mike XD