Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 02:58:09 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Avengers Chapter 3

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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	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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	It had been three whole days since Steve Rogers had seen
Jean-Phillipe and he was still not sure if the French diplomat was his
friend Phil Coulson. Each night, Steve turned the card he found over and
over in his hands. What does this mean? Thought Steve. Does this mean what
I originally suspected? Steve set the card next to his bed each night and
took it in hand each morning.

	On Wednesday, Steve Rogers picked up the card, like usual, grabbed
a shower, ate breakfast, and left his apartment to go into the city on a
reconstruction project spearheaded by Tony Stark. Steve had agreed to work
on the contruction of three new, energy independent multistory office
buildings. Joining with Stark at the job site, Captain America began
working with the construction workers on the skeletal outline of the fifth
floor of the office. Using his incredible strength and agility progress was
quick. After a few hours of work spearheaded by Tony Stark in his Iron Man
suit, the building had quickly added a sixth and seventh floor. Steve was
keeping an eye out for Jean-Phillipe, but had not seen him during the the
morning hours.

	Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, a faulty
iron bar used to support the the third floor is under too much stress and
is slowly warping, ready to bring the entire building down. Tony Stark,
Steve Rogers and the construction crew had left the site for lunch at
twelve-thirty and were in the process of eating Schwarma when Iron Man and
Captain America were called off to intervene in a standoff on ninth
street. The two men sped off while the construction workers finished their
lunch. They made their way back to the site and saw a man waiting outside
of the construction site. He was a French diplomat named Jean-Phillipe Fils
DuCharbon and he began to work with the workers on reinforcing the
structure of the building. The progress was slow-going without the two
superheroes assistance but the workers noticed the french diplomat was
taking up a large amount of work and giving it his all. The workers began
to appreciate the work and said things to encourage Jean-Phillipe, "Thanks
Johnny!" "M-air cee John!" and "You're a big help buddy." Jean-Phillipe
gave a smile nod and continued his work in silence, he was lost in thought
and few workers wanted to disturb the diplomat, fearing reprecussions from
their bosses.

	As the day wound down a few of the workers heard some creaking but
dismissed it as the wind. The men had finished with the foundation
reinforcements but needed to begin placing walls and divisions on each
floor so that the next floors would support the weight of the construction
workers. After finishing two floors, Jean-Phillipe took a break and saw a
figure approaching the building, it was Captain America. He was covered in
dust and dirt. Captain America had tears in various locations on his
uniform and a few scrapes and bruises, some which were already healing due
to his increased recuperation.

	Steve Rogers had just finished beating the crap out of twelve gang
members on ninth street with Iron Man when the hero made his way back to
the construction site. Both agreed that more work needed to be done before
the day finished, but unfortunately Iron Man needed to return to Stark
Tower. They vowed to return the next day to help the workers finish the
project. As Steve Rogers made his way to the building he saw that the
workers had made a great deal of progress without his, or Iron Man's
help. He also saw a familiar albeit, sweaty face working on the third
floor. It was Jean-Phillipe. He was shirtless and standing near the middle
of the third floor. Around him were the construction workers, diligently
putting up walls and reinforcing the walls with metallic beams. Steve
stopped to study the body of Jean-Phillipe, he was very well built. He had
well defined biceps, a tanned chest with a six-pack abs, and a light amount
of dark hair dusting his upper chest and trailing down below his
belt. Steve felt his pulse race as he oogled the french diplomat. I need to
stop! Thought Steve. I cannot think this way! Steve was just about to turn
to face Tony Stark when he saw Jean-Phillipe looking at him with a small
smile. Captain America smiled and waved, which Jean-Phillipe returned.

	Jean-Phillipe heard a sound just after waving to Captain America,
something was wrong! "Quick! We need to get out of 'ere! Zis building is
going to fall!" He grabbed two of the workers and pushed them towards the
stairs. He had just gotten everyone to the bottom floor when he heard the
snap of the metal. "Merde!" (SHIT!) He picked up two workers by their necks
and threw them out of the building. Steve saw this action and began to move
more quickly towards the building he looked into the face of Jean-Phillipe
and saw fear and concern. Steve began to run towards the building when he
heard it. A crack! Jean-Phillipe turned towards him and Steve said,
"Jean-Phillipe! Get out of there!" Then, as Steve watched, heart pounding
in fear, Jean-Phillipe looked up and the building fell in upon
itself. "NO!" Steve's heart wrenched and he sprinted, full tilt, to the
crumbling building. He ran to the rubble and began to move objects. The two
workers who had been thrown out of the building were also moving rubble,
trying to get to the group of men.

	The entire building collapsed, thought Steve. We can't get to them
before they suffocate... His breath caught in his chest. I can't lose
Jean-Phillipe like I lost Agent Coulson! NO! Steve threw himself into
moving items, the progress was too slow and Steve felt his heart break in
sadness. He called over his intercom to Iron Man, "Building collapsed. We
need you here now!" "On my way." Came Stark's voice. "Hurry! Jean-Phillipe
is trapped underneath the rubble!" He tried to keep his voice steady but
couldn't manage. It's too much weight and I don't hear them... any of
them. Steve couldn't keep working his body so hard and had to take a
break. The two workers continued to move items as quickly as they could and
Steve felt his strength return, but his hope diminish. Please, Steve was
practically in tears, which were hidden by his face-mask, please let him be
all right!

	Iron Man arrived on the scene in five minutes and the wails of
ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance. "Thank..." Steve's voice
cracked and Tony Stark looked questioningly at his fellow Avenger. Steve
began to attack the pile again with fervor. Tony grabbed his shoulder, but
Steve pulled away. "Steve-" "-Don't say it." His voice was shaking and his
shoulders were trembling. He couldn't hear what Tony was about to say. He
threw himself at the pile... trying desperately to catch a glimpse of the
one man who reminded him of... someone precious. "Steve. I-" "NO!" Captain
America sank to his knees and pounded against the rubble, refusing to let
the metal man tell him to stop. "He isn't dead, damn you!" Tony Kick in his
jet propulsion and lifted the troubled hero to the top of the pile, a good
seventy feet off of the ground. He then said, "Steve... my scanners
indicate that-" "To hell with-" "..They're alive!" Steve felt his heartbeat
race, "What?" "They're alive I needed you to calm down and watch out for
falling debris for me... okay?" "Y-yeah." Steve wiped away a tear and
watched as Iron Man sent out a beam of pure energy straight downwards. The
two men moved down to the center of the wreckage and what they saw
astonished them. Standing close together were the other construction
workers and Jean-Phillipe was standing just in front of them. His hands
were stretched above his head and a blue wall of energy was supporting the
wreckage from falling on the workers and Jean-Phillipe. Jean-Phillipe was
ghostly white and had blood running from his nose. "You got 'ere just in
time M'sieurs." His voice was slurred and he looked like he would fall from
exhaustion. Iron man blasted the debris above the group and made a safe
passage to the exit. Jean-Phillipe, who was glowing blue, couldn't move and
had to have steve carry him out. As the group left the building
Jean-Phillipe's form went limp and the building crashed in upon itself once
again. He held the rest of the building for close to ten minutes. Steve
looked at the french diplomat... who might be his friend from SHIELD. If he
was Coulson, how long had he had those abilities and why had he hided it?
Steve set Jean-Phillipe down on the ground and saw that the man had stopped
breathing. "Tony! I need that ambulance... quickly. Jean-Phillipe isn't
breathing!" Tony sped off with his jet propelled boots and returned seconds
later carrying an ambulance. He set it down and the medical team rushed
over. They leaned over him and examined him for a few moments. "We need to
take him back to the hospital now! He need to be examined by the staff
there!" Iron Man picked up Jean-Phillipe and Steve Rogers and flew off
towards the hospital. Hold on, thought Steve Rogers, Hold on Jean-Phillipe.


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A/N - Hey all... it may be a while before my next update... I have finals
to prep for. Ugh! Hope you like the chapter. No other notes tonight.


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