Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2012 14:37:10 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Avengers Ch 2

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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	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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	Agent Coulson had just finished a video debriefing with Director
Fury. Apparently Diplomat DuCharbon had made a substantial impression on
Captain America and Iron Man at the conference. SHIELD monitoring
technology had discovered that Tony Stark had been researching the
diplomat, who SHIELD had created. SHIELD had acquired a birth certificate,
green card, and a list of other documents integral to DuCharbon's
identity. The lie was airtight. Coulson felt guilty lying to Steve Rogers,
but under his orders he was unable to release any information about his
true identity. Why am I spying on the Avengers if they have done nothing
wrong? Thought Coulson bitterly, I could tell them I'm alive! I could get
my cards signed. Okay, that last thought was selfish, but he didn't care.

	Coulson was asked to attend a rebuilding fundraiser in the next two
days. Tony Stark had apparently invested $100 million and was asking for
all major officials in NYC to come and watch the unveiling of two newly
built towers. Coulson had agreed and replied to the card, under Fury's
orders. He was hesitant to expose himself to the billionaire or Captain
America for fear of them discovering who he was. The ruse had worked thus
far, why press his luck. Unfortunately, Fury had disagreed. He said that it
would look suspiscious for a diplomat to refuse potential for media
coverage. So, bitterly, Coulson had decided to attend the event, boring as
it may be.

	He had just arrive on 4th Street when he saw a familiar face, "Hey
Jean-Phillipe!" Steve Rogers was waving his hand over his head, trying to
call Agent Coulson's attention to himself. "Over here!" Wearing a slightly
perturbed facial expression, Coulson made his way over to Captain America,
"What eez ze mat-air?" His voice was harsh and Captain America looked taken
aback, internally Coulson felt terrible for being rude but was still
maintaining the facade of French diplomacy. "Oh... ummm... I just wanted to
say 'hello' and ask if you want to join me for the unveiling?" His voice
was hopeful. Agent Coulson smiled internally but kept his expression solid
on his face. "Why?" "Oh... I just thought we could talk if we were
bored... or... ummm..." His voice trailed off. Maybe he doesn't like me,
thought Steve, I don't want to irritate him. But he reminds me of Phil- I
mean Agent Coulson. Well the question is out there. Agent Coulson decided
to switch tactics, trying to not send the hero running away screaming.

In a light tone, "Euh... oui, oui. Ca va (yeah that's ok) I 'ope I am not
too sudden for you. I am not used to... what eez ze word... "'anging out'"
with people I do not know zat well."

Captain America felt a small smile surface. "Oh... well would it help if I
said I was a hero?"

	"What do you mean by zat Steve? You are... un pompier? un
policier?" (A firefighter? A policeman?)

	"A policeman? No... what's a pom-pee-ay?"

	"A man who... 'urts fires."

	"Oh! A firefighter."

	"Oui, ca y est!" (Yes! That's it!)

	"No... I'm not a fireman."

	"So 'ow are you a 'ero?"

	"Do you know who the Avengers are?"

	"Oui bien sur! (Yes of course!) Do you work for zem? Do you work in
zeir offices?" Captain America blushed slightly and said, "Ummm... no. I am
one of the Avengers." "What!? I am so sorry! Which one are you?" "The one
who has the star on the shield." Agent Coulson felt his heart hammer in his
chest, I want to tell him so badly that I know exactly who he is. Curse
Fury and his stupid assignment. He had better have a good reason for doing
this. "Mais non! (No way!) You are Captain America!? Why did you not tell
me before?" "Uh... I thought you knew already. Sorry." His face was
crestfallen. Coulson's heart ached at the sadness on the hero's face. I'd
better build him back up. "I am 'onored to have met such an excellent 'ero!
S'il vous plait, Steve, do you mind if we talk aft-air ze spectacle? I am
truly sorry for my bee-'avior." Captain America flashed a bright smile at
Coulson and said, "Sure Jean-Phillipe!" He grabs a small book from his back
pocket and looks through it for a second. "Voulez-vous prendre un cafe?"
(You want to grab a coffee?) "Oui! I would like to get some coffee
aft-airwards. You must pick a good place for me because I am new from the
area." "Oh... yeah. I forgot. You're new toNew York City." "Yes... new
to... New York." Coulson attempted to sound like the preposition was new to
his mouth. CaptainAmerica looked at him for a moment and then the two men
walked toward the main event of the unveiling. Whatever Tony Stark had
planned, Coulson was sure it would be elaborate and impressive. Too bad it
would be extremely expensive and that money could be better spent repairing
the city, thought Coulson.

	Captain America looked out of his periphery at Jean-Phillipe. The
resemblance to Agent Phil Coulson was remarkable. The jawline and overall
impression of the face was so similiar. Unfortunately, his facial structure
was just different enough that Steve couldn't believe it was him,
especially after having seen Agent Coulson get run through with the
sceptre. Steve Roger's chest hurt whenever he thought about Phil. He had
missed the awkward, well-dressed man who gave him the debriefings for all
of his missions. However, that sadness began to ebb away when Steve had met
Jean-Phillipe. He couldn't help but feel like Jean-Phillipe was related to
Agent Coulson, maybe they were relatives. Captain America had wanted to ask
Jean-Phillipe if he wanted to grab some coffee but couldn't find an
appropriate time to ask. Luckily, during this conversation, an opportunity
presented itself. Steve couldn't help but feel nervous... why? He wasn't
sure. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to get coffee and spend some
one-on-one time with Jean-Phillipe, at the same time he was anxious and was
hoping that something would intervene so that he didn't make a mistake. The
die was cast and Captain America waited patiently while Tony Stark began to
drone on and on about his latest restorative project. Near the end of the
presentation Steve looked over at Jean-Phillipe, who was watching Stark
attentively but had an air of 'god, this man talks too much.' Steve smiled
and said, "He's almost done... do you want to stick around or go for the
coffee?" "Putain! Il parle trop! (Shit! He talks too much!) I would like to
get coffee as soon as possible. I am a lee-tle ti-aired." "I'm tired
too. I'll let Tony know that I won't be sticking around." Steve waited
until the end of the speech and the applause died down before he left a
quick message for Tony, "I'm going for some coffee with a friend Tony. I
will see you tomorrow right?" Tony responded a second later his voice
escaping a small earpiece, "Okay, see you later 'capsicle.'" Steve's mouth
twisted slightly and he turned to Jean-Phillipe, who had been,
non-chalantly, listening to the conversation. "Allons-y!" (Let's go!) said
Coulson.

	Captain America led the way to a small, rather modest cafe about
two blocks from the unveiling. He entered the cafe with
Coulson/Jean-Phillipe close behind him. Steve was instantly recognized by
almost all of the patrons and was met with applause. Steve looked at
Jean-Phillipe and gave a meek smile. He motioned Jean-Phillipe over to a
table in the corner of the cafe, out of the way of the majority of the
public eye and said, "What would you like to drink Jean-Phillipe? And if
you want to get something to eat too, I don't mind. It's on me!" Steve
hoped he didn't sound overeager. Coulson's trained inner frenchman began to
react to Steve Roger's offer... 'Is he asking me out on a date?' Coulson's
inner American said, 'No! He's being friendly!' The two warred with one
another as Coulson thought, he has been so kind to me... I wish I could
tell him it is me! "A coffee is all I need M'sieur America. I appreciate
the offer zough." Agent Coulson felt unprepared and off balance. The
conversation was fine, but the setting was too intimate for his liking.

	Steve's face fell a little when he heard Jean-Phillipe call him
'M'sieur America.' "Jean-Phillipe... just 'Steve' is fine." "Okay, 'Steve.'
Is zere something else you wanted to discuss with me Steve?" "Umm... yes."
Steve Roger's voice felt weak and he was unsure of how to approach his next
question. I need to ask him! I have to know! "Um... Jean-Phillipe, er... do
you... I mean, um, er..." Neither his mind nor his mouth seemed to want to
express his question. "What is ze mat-air Steve?" Finally, Steve realized
he couldn't ask Jean-Phillipe if he was Coulson. It was too weird, too
personal, too... impossible. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything." He felt
defeated by his own body. Agent Coulson felt as though his heart were being
crushed by how much his idol was being hurt by his
presence. Well... thought Coulson, if I can't tell him who I am, maybe I
can at least ask him something I have wanted to ask since I saw him being
thawed from the ice. "Steve... I 'ave a question for you." "Yes?" Steve's
voice was sad. "Will you eat dinner with me on my aparment?" "Oh..." His
face looked surprised and for a moment Agent Coulson felt as though Steve
would decline. "... sure. When did you want me to stop by?" "Ce soir?
Tonight?" "Sounds good! Do I need to bring anything?" "Just yourself."
Captain America smiled bright and said, "Ce soir, je vous verrai. (I will
see you tonight!)" "Eh bien, votre francais, c'est mieux qu'hier!" (Hey,
your french is better than before/yesterday) "I have been practicing with a
friend."

	Steve Roger's smile stayed with him for the rest of the day and
even when the two men parted, he still could not help but be excited for
the dinner at Jean-Phillipe's apartment. Meanwhile, Agent Coulson felt as
though his heart would burst, He said YES! I have a date with Captain
America! *WAIT!* What if he just thinks it's a friendly dinner... not a
date? Crap! Coulson nearly sprinted back to his apartment, which was
posh-ly furnished and began to prepare the atmosphere and food for his
date/dinner with his childhood hero. Just as he finished his preparations
and had put the food in the oven, he heard Fury calling him. "Yes director
Fury?" "I heard you invited Captain America to the apartment for a meal."
"Yes, sir!" "Under what pretense?" Agent Coulson felt uneasy but decided
not to lie to his superior. "I believe he recognized it as a date sir."
Fury's face did not change, even though Coulson was sure he was slightly
surprised. "And what do you plan to do during this 'date?'" Coulson smiled
and said, "Eat food and have a conversation with Steve Rogers, Sir." Fury
looked like he was about to say something else, probably something about
getting information from Captain America, or protocol. Instead he nodded
his head and said, "Enjoy your mean Jean-Phillipe..." "Sir!" "Yes, Agent
Coulson?" "I request permission to reveal my identity to Steve Rogers."
Fury smiled at Coulson and said, "Request denied." Then he terminated the
link. "Putain!" (Damn it!/Shit!) Coulson turned away from his television
and said, "I hope I can drop the act soon... I hate lying to Steve- Captain
America." Coulson felt annoyed. He didn't fully understand his role in
Fury's scheme. I get that I'm supposed to collect data on Tony and
Steve... but why? Thought Coulson. What purpose does my role serve in the
Avengers if I am just spying on them. It feels like I am abusing their
trust. Damn it Fury!

	Coulson was ranting to himself when he felt a soft, calming
presence. It's her! Coulson turned slowly and saw the woman. She was much
closer this time, and was floating a few feet above the floor. Her hair was
jet black, her eyes were white, her skin was an almost opaque, alabaster,
and she wore a thin white silk dress that resembled a toga. She's
beautiful, thought Coulson. "Thank you Phillip." She said in dulcet
tones. Her voice was gentle and soothing. Coulson felt all of his worry
slip away. "What can I do for you my lady?" Asked Coulson. He was sure she
had a reason for coming here. "Phillip, I need you to help Steve Rogers
adjust to modern society. He feels alone, isolated. I fear if he does not
have someone to help him bridge his connection to the past, his life will
be in jeopardy. I ask that you help him in any way you see fit." "I
will. Thank you for saving my life." The woman smiled and said, "I did
little in comparison with what you will do and what you can do,
Phillip. Keep doing everything you can do... it is your best trait." She
turned, to leave the apartment, then stopped. She turned back and held out
her hand. "I want to give you this. It contains the water of life. Use one
drop to restore even the most wounded soldier. Use it wisely. I also wish
to give you this ring. It will bestow you with various temporary abilities
during times of need. It cannot be removed unless you wish it to be." A
ring materialised on Coulson's ring finger and he took the small pendant
from the woman. He put it around his neck and bowed deeply to the woman,
knowing she would not reveal her name to him, even if he asked. The woman
smiled again, "I will tell you my name one day my child, but for now, carry
on with your task at hand. Coulson blinked and the woman was gone. The room
felt darker too, as though the shadows had lengthened. Coulson slumped into
the couch. He wasn't sure what had just happened, if it had actually
happened, or if he was hallucinating this woman. Then he looked at his hand
and saw the ring. That definitely just happened, he thought to himself.

	Just as Coulson had acclimated to the situation, he heard a soft
knock at the door. SHIT! He's here already? Getting to his feet, Agent
Coulson walked to the door and paused a moment before opening it, mentally
shifting into French Diplomat mode. As soon as he opened the door, he
wished he hadn't, Steve Rogers was standing before him in his Captain
America outfit. It was all Coulson could do not to turn into a pile of mush
and blow his... cover. "Steve... euh... M'sieur America, why did you come
'ere like zis? In your... costume?" Steve just smiled and said, "I had to
assist Iron Man with a robbery downtown. It happened about an hour ago, but
we only just finished. Sorry about the outfit..." His voice was strained,
as if he felt uncomfortable or nervous. "Please, come inside... Steve?"
Coulson desperately wanted to touch... to have, but he settled with his
hand resting against the muscled back of his childhood hero. The muscle
definition on Steve Rogers was incredible, his whole body seemed to be both
tense, powerful muscle, but his movements were smooth, and
fluid-like. Coulson unconsciously reached for the ring on his finger and
began to twist it, like a nervous habit. He said, "I will be right back. I
need to put dinner on the oven." Steve smiled and nodded at him. As he
walked away, Coulson noted that Steve's eyes traveled to the ring on
Coulson's finger, which he was still twisting. When Coulson pulled the
chicken out of the oven, dipped the wild rice on to the plates and finished
steaming the vegetables, he walked back into the living room, where he had
left Steve. Steve still had his mask on and his head was bowed. "'ere is
dinner! I 'ope you like Chicken, vegetables, and rice. I am not a five star
chef." Steve looked up and his eyes looked sad, "Oh... that's okay
Jean-Phillipe. I'm not very hungry anyway. I think I'd better head out, I
just got a call from Tony about... an experimental suit he wants me to
try." What? thought Coulson, he wants to leave? But... he just got here.

	Coulson fidgeted with his ring and Steve looked at it, his head
turned away quickly. Oh no! Coulson realized what had happened. "Steve! You
cannot go yet. You 'ave not eaten. And I see you are looking at zis
ring. It is not a wedding ring, nor engagement ring! It is a... family
possession?" He looked at Steve hopefully. "An 'heirloom?'" "What is an
'eirloom?'" "An object that has been in the family for generations." "Ca y
est! An heirloom... zis was my great-grande-mere's ring she gave it to me
on ze day she passed on." Steve's expression looked like a mix of happiness
and sympathy. "I'm sorry Jean-Phillipe. I just thought..." Coulson moved in
close to Steve until he felt the breath of his idol brush his face. Coulson
then took Captain America in a tight hug. He wished he could express, in
that hug, all of the emotions he had kept bottled up inside, all of the
desire, the want, the wishing, and... the hunger. But he did not want to
jeopardize his relationship with his idol. Especially since he only just
found out that, Steve cares for me! the thought ran around and around in
Coulson's mind. The temptation to kiss Steve was quickly becoming difficult
to suppress... among other things. I need to either kiss him, or slow
things down, he thought. So Coulson pulled back from the hug and stood to
bring in a small table on which to serve dinner.

	Steve Rogers was still experiencing the hug, his whole body felt
tingly. His arms had wrapped around the slightly smaller man and it had
felt right. He did want to let go of the diplomat, the embrace felt warm
and full of compassion. And then... it had felt like... more. Captain
America recognized what his body was telling him... he wanted. His blood
felt hot and his mind felt foggy. Wait! Thought Steve, I... can't... no!
It's not right! I cannot like him like that! Men do not lie with men. It's
in the Bible! It must be an emotional response because Phil... Agent
Coulson is not alive anymore. I've been holding back my emotions about
losing someone close, well not close like 'THAT'... but... Steve felt lost
in his own mind as Jean-Phillipe began to set dinner on the table. "Steve?
Are you feeling poorly? You look white." Steve stood and said, "I have to
go... I... thank you for..." He began to walk to the door, when suddenly
Jean-Phillipe was beside him with a container. "I thought you would need
some food. 'ere is some food to eat at ze metal man's workshop. I 'ope 'e
does not 'urt you. Will I see you at the construction site zis Wednesday to
'elp rebuild?" Steve blinked, trying to stop his heart from pouring out of
every pore on his body. "I think so." "I will see you zen!" And Steve was
out the door.

	Steve ran over to his apartment and quickly went inside. In case
Jean-Phillipe was watching he put the dish inside his refidgerator and left
to go for a run. His mind was in turmoil. He couldn't love Jean-Phillipe...
at least not like that! He had always cared for his teammates on mission.
Never had he thought for a minute though... As Steve made the turn onto
fifth street he heard the wail of sirens somewhere in the distance. That
was the first time he had ever felt... his body had wanted to respond to
the intimacy. Steve was conflicted. His parents had told him to love
everyone equally and treat others with kindness. His school had taught him
that loving men went against the word of God and would cause him to burn in
hell forever. His first friend had died helping to protect his country and
had always to Steve that he should never feel insecure or inferior about
himself because he was a good, kind person. The military had taught him to
bottle emotions and never express anything that could be used as a
weapon. What were these feelings for Jean-Phillipe? And why do they feel so
similar to the friendship I had with Agent Coulson?

	As he pondered this last thought he felt a metal rod slam into his
stomach. The pain was so great that he cried out in pain and fell to the
ground. His vibranium shield was still strapped to his back and he could
not reach for it. He turned to face his assailants, two armed men who were
wearing ski masks. "The boss says that you've been causing too much trouble
for New York's crime syndicate. He needs you out of the way." The voice was
malicious and dripped with sarcasm. Steve felt his strength return and just
as he was about to leap to his feet the other man said, "Goodbye Captain
America." And three shots rang out. The bullets tore into Steve Rogers and
he lay on the ground. "Cowards..." was what he said as he felt his blood
starting to flow freely from his body. Seconds later, Steve saw a man run
up behind the two thugs and hit them both quickly with a roundhouse kick.
One thug crumpled to the ground and the other rolled to the ground. The two
men sparred in a flurry of blows, ending with the thug landing in a heap on
the ground. Captain America looked up to see who his savior was.
"Jean-Phillipe?" "Of course, cher. But for right now. Close your eyes for a
second please." Steve obliged and felt a small drop of water land on his
chest. Seconds later he felt his entire body recover. "Jean-Phillipe... are
you a mutant?" Coulson chuckled at this. "Zere are days I wish that, mon
ami." Captain America got to his feet and said, "How did you...?" "Zat is
my secret Steve. Now you must go 'ome before anyone else comes 'ere. I will
call ze police and tie zese men up."  Steve tried to protest but was met
with firm, diplomatic resistance.

	As Steve entered his apartment, he wondered how long Jean-Phillipe
had been following him. He decided Jean-Phillipe must have made sure that
Steve was okay. It's a good thing too, thought Steve. I would have been
dead. Steve felt as though there was something strange about Jean-Phillipe,
apart from his apparent expertise of martial arts. Steve went to his fridge
and pulled out the container of food. Maybe I should have Tony run some
tests on this... I don't think that Jean-Phillipe is up to anything, but
better to be safe. Just as he was about to return the food to the
refridgerator, he felt something on the bottom of the container. What's
this? He thought. He felt a small square and some tape. Carefully removing
the tape, Steve Rogers pulled the small square off the bottom and saw
something that made his heart hammer and his vision swim. It was one of the
collectible cards of Captain America saluting. Steve swallowed. Is
Coulson... Jean-Phillipe?

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Hey all, I know that this chapter isn't my best writing ever. Bear with
me. I am trying to write an authentic storyline while getting some sex in
here. (Somewhere along the way) I haven't slept in about 48 hours so,
again, my writing will suffer a minor setback. Anyway... comments are
appreciated, so please do so.


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!
If you have questions about the French, shoot me an email.

-Mike XD