This is me trying something a bit new. Possibly I've been spending too much time looking at things on tumblr, but I really liked some of the graphic-short fic combinations on there. Also, spoilers for the film.
Title: Let's Just Take A Day
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Fic Length: 225 words
Summary: No one in SHIELD is stupid enough to ask Fury where the Avengers have gone.

“They’re not AWOL or MIA or any other acronym that you can come up with,” says Fury when people demand from him the whereabouts of the Avengers. He says it politely, in exasperation, with a glare of death, however best to make the person asking go away.
No one within SHEILD is stupid enough to ask him. Agent Hill prides herself on that. They may have been taken apart by an Asgardian (she refuses to think of him as a ‘god’) that they’d had neutralised, but at least they know better than to risk the wrath of the Director.
However, outside of his hearing there’s still talk.
“Where the hell are they, though?” she hears an electrician complaining, one of the many people working on in the areas with Banner-sustained damage.
“On vacation,” someone jokes, but no one laughs and no one sounds amused.
“Hopefully not together,” a woman with one arm in a sling mutters. “Can you imagine the damage control on that?”
Those working on the engines talk about Captain America and Iron Man running off and leaving the job unfinished, those repairing destruction caused by arrows, exploding or otherwise, speak softly of leave and mental strain, and those dealing with New York don’t have time for speculation.
Agent Hill picks her way through organised chaos and allows herself to be silently curious.
Title: Let's Just Take A Day
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Fic Length: 225 words
Summary: No one in SHIELD is stupid enough to ask Fury where the Avengers have gone.

“They’re not AWOL or MIA or any other acronym that you can come up with,” says Fury when people demand from him the whereabouts of the Avengers. He says it politely, in exasperation, with a glare of death, however best to make the person asking go away.
No one within SHEILD is stupid enough to ask him. Agent Hill prides herself on that. They may have been taken apart by an Asgardian (she refuses to think of him as a ‘god’) that they’d had neutralised, but at least they know better than to risk the wrath of the Director.
However, outside of his hearing there’s still talk.
“Where the hell are they, though?” she hears an electrician complaining, one of the many people working on in the areas with Banner-sustained damage.
“On vacation,” someone jokes, but no one laughs and no one sounds amused.
“Hopefully not together,” a woman with one arm in a sling mutters. “Can you imagine the damage control on that?”
Those working on the engines talk about Captain America and Iron Man running off and leaving the job unfinished, those repairing destruction caused by arrows, exploding or otherwise, speak softly of leave and mental strain, and those dealing with New York don’t have time for speculation.
Agent Hill picks her way through organised chaos and allows herself to be silently curious.
feeling:
creative

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