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"Avengers!" Agent Phil Coulson yelled from the door. All eight heroes peered up at him from the floor of the living room in Stark Tower.
"Security breach!" Tony exclaimed.
Coulson ignored him, examining the erratic scene in front of him.
Sunlight streamed through the enormous windows stretching across one entire wall.
A monopoly board was set up in the centre of the living space, drawing his attention first.
Natasha and Clint were sitting next to each other, both cross legged, both with plenty of cards laid out in front of them, with large stacks of colourful money. Of course they were winning. They won at everything. They were twisted around to stare at him over the couch.
Bruce was sitting on a fancy chair, partially blocking Natasha from Coulson's view. He was relaxing, obviously enjoying watching his friends play. It was probably a good idea for him to not participate in this game. SHIELD really did not want to have to clean up another of "The Other Guy"'s messes.
The Vision was sitting upright with perfect posture, a focused expression on his face. Wanda was using Phil's surprise entrance to levitate one of Thor's cards over to her while he wasn't looking.
The demigod was sitting in between Tony and Steve. He had a very confused expression, although whether it was from the game or from Coulson's appearance, it was uncertain.
The super soldier beside Thor was doing fairly well, with almost as many cards as Natasha and quite a bit of money. Phil guessed that it was probably due to the fact that monopoly had been around B.F. (Before Freezing).
Tony was sitting with his back to the windows, with only a few property cards and a small stack of $100s and $200s. He was eyeing Clint's cards with a dangerous look.
"As I was saying before he burst in," he paused to shoot a look over at Coulson, "I was asking how a bird with no friends has managed to dominate almost half the board. Like, seriously guys, I'm a billionaire. All this should belong to me." He reached across the square board to scoop up Clint's cards but retreated when the archer pulled his bow and an arrow off of the couch behind him, aiming at the genius' head.
"A bird with no friends! Says the guy who has more enemies than Nat!"
Wanda rolled her eyes and waved her hand, causing red ripples to course through the air, seeping into Clint and Tony's mouths. Tony tried to snap back a reply, but was taken aback as his voice was apparently stolen. He tried again, moving his mouth silently. Steve smirked at him while Natasha simply said, "That's a relief. Could you do that more often?"
Agent Coulson took a few steps forward and removed his sunglasses, making him look less mysterious and more like the man he was, tired of having to deal with the Avengers' antics for months. He wasn't supposed to be a babysitter.
"Avengers! I'm here for a reason."
Natasha and Clint looked at each other. Wanda made a strange gesture with her hand, and the red magic came swirling back to her. Tony opened his mouth, but Coulson continued.
"Fury isn't very happy with you all."
Steve looked uncomfortable, and shifted around slightly on the tiled floor.
"You missed training for the second time this week. Seriously, you can't just skip training every day to go do something like watch a movie or-" Phil gestured around wildly, "or play monopoly for God's sake! If you're going to work at SHIELD I suggest you act like the agents you are."
Tony cut in, "You know, I prefer that you not call me an agent. We're more... heroes? Saviours? Anyway, we needed to take that day off last week. Can you believe that Rogers over here hadn't seen Star Wars?"
Steve rubbed the back of his neck and looked up sheepishly.
Phil turned around and threw his hands up. "Fine, I'll leave it to you to decide whether or not you want to come to training." Everyone went silent, waiting for the 'but' that was sure to come. "Although, I think you would all rather enjoy today's activity."