"This is final, Mr. Stark. This isn't a request, it's an order. And I highly suggest that you follow it." Nick Fury glared over at the sulking billionaire.

"Excuse me, Peg-leg. That's my building that you're ordering me to go too. And my money that you're blowing away with your missions. I believe I have every damn right to know why you want the most powerful people in the world to go hide in my tower for safety. Besides Loki and the Chitauri, there isn't really anyone who can combat us. So what's the real deal?" Fury sighed and rubbed his face.

"Oh, what the hell. You guys do well during battle. Everyone knows. But there are always these... personal issues that get in the way of you all becoming a real team. In order for everyone to fully trust you, all of you need to show that you trust each other. And right now, that hasn't happened. Goddammit Stark, I don't have time for this! You will all stay in the tower until you learn to get the fuck along. Or I will stick you in a SHIELD cabin in Russia and force you too." Tony laughed incredulously.

"You want us to get along? Look Barbossa, you've already pushed us to the limit by making us become a team. Now you want us to be best friends? No way. Sorry." Tony stood up to leave, still chuckling. For a guy who ran the most discrete and intelligence association in the world, he really could be a dumbass.

"Stark. Please, just try." Tony sighed and turned back. He grudgingly nodded.

"Fine. But if they break anything, even if it's Hulk, I'm billing you. I'm tired of paying for things that they break." And with that, he stormed out of the Director's office.

Fury sighed. He shuffled his papers and rose to press the intercom on the wall next to his desk.

"Agent Hill, please send in the next Avenger." He sighed and sank back. This team would be the death of him.

'One down, four to go,' Fury reminded himself grimly. Ah, the tough part (convincing Tony) was over. The rest should be easy enough.

Natasha Romanoff knocked quietly on the door. She nodded to Director Fury, who was popping an aspirin. She chuckled dryly. Interacting with Tony Stark could do that to a person.

"You wanted to talk to me, sir?" He nodded, gesturing for her to sit down. He wasted no time.

"Tony Stark has generously offered Stark Tower as a home for all the Avengers. I want you to pack your things; you will no longer be living in the SHIELD Helicarrier. Instead, you will be staying with the rest of his team at the New York Tower. This is an order, not a request, Agent Romanoff," Fury added sharply when he saw Natasha open her mouth.

"Yes sir. I was actually wondering when we were supposed to move in?" He sighed, mentally thanking her for not being the difficult woman she usually was.

"I'll give you two days, Agent." Natasha nodded and left the room, silently groaning in her head. Living with Tony Stark and Captain America in an enclosed space? And the Hulk, who she really didn't want to encounter again?

And Hawkeye. Natasha smiled a little. She didn't mind her partner. At least she could control him without death threats (that she could totally carry out. Natasha Romanoff invented 15 different ways to kill a man with her pinky finger). Her thoughts returned to the silent feud between Tony and Steve. She groaned, knowing she would probably be the one to break it up.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Hawkeye pushed the door to Fury's room open tentatively. He saw Natasha's face as she came out, and he suspected that this meeting was bad news.

"Yes. Agent Barton. Tony Stark has generously offered the New York Stark Tower as the Avengers Headquarters. You and the rest of the team- along with Agent Romanoff- will be living at Stark's Tower. This is to promote team-bonding and trust, so try not to shoot anyone, alright?" Fury glared at him. He raised his hands up in defense. The trainer totally deserved it!

"This is an order, so don't waste my time by trying to protest. You have two days to pack your belongings and be ready to move out of the SHIELD helicarrier." Clint groaned.

"Seriously?! We have to live together? Fury, you know we're going-" Fury cut him off, eyes glittering angrily.

"Director Fury, Barton. I already told you that this is an order. Dismissed." Clint huffed and got up to leave.

"Barton, send in Agent Rogers." Clint almost laughed. Steve? Living with Tony? Oh, this would not go well.

"You wanted to see me, Director?" Steve asked politely, sitting down. Fury glanced up from his paperwork.

"Yes, Agent Rogers. I just wanted you to know that Stark has offered his Stark Tower as an Avengers living area and Headquarters. You have two days to pack your belongings and be ready for the move. The whole purpose of this is team bonding, so try to get along with the rest of the team. It will also re-introduce you to the modern world." Steve flinched at that. He was still rather sensitive about the whole man-out-of-time issue.

"Er, yes Director. Understood." Fury dismissed him with a nod of his head. Steve fought to keep his face stoic.

However, as soon as he made it out the door, he turned straight to the gym and mentally prepared his hands for the punching bags.

Him and Stark living in Stark's home? This would definitely not be fun.

"Jarvis?" Tony called, stepping out of his suit. He was sent ahead to prep the Stark Tower for the six new people coming to live there.

"Present, sir. How may I be of service?" Tony smirked and paced around the top floor. He could still see the dent in which Hulk had slammed Loki. He didn't mind much. In fact, that was the only part of the tower he hadn't had fixed.

"I need a blueprint of the living quarters of this tower. 3-D, not on paper." He impatiently tapped his foot while Jarvis pulled up the models.

"Okay, Jarvis. Give each Avenger their own little apartment on the 3rd to top floor. This level will be like the Common Room. Give Thor one close to the elevator along with a balcony, and give Clint one with a balcony. Give Natasha the apartment close to the weapons room and make sure Star-Spangles has the apartment closest to the gym. My level will be the biggest and the one with the best view, obviously. You know the new R&D lab along with the new Hulk playroom? Give Bruce the closest one to that. He'll probably need it, considering he's going to live here with me and I plan on giving him a," Tony smirked to himself, "stress-free environment." The AI replied with a quick "Yes, sir" and began arranging the rooms.

"Sir, I have arranged it. Each floor is equipped with a fully furnished bedroom, a full bathroom, kitchen, laundry, informal dining room, and living room. Is there anything else I must add?" Tony thought for a minute.

"Yes. JARVIS, make every room soundproof. I don't want to wake up to realize how active anyone's sex lives are. And vice-versa." He winced. The AI immediately began working.

"They already are soundproof, sir. Is that all?" Tony nodded, retreating to his lab.

"Sir, may I suggest informing Ms. Potts about this?" Tony groaned and nodded bravely.

"Put her on the line."

Okay, everyone. That's Ch.1. It's kind of a prologue/filler. I'll be getting some action in there soon. I think. :) Yeah. Anyway, review please and tell me what you think! Can I get 4 reviews for this chapter? Pretty pretty please? *cute little hulk eyes*

I'll be updating even if I don't get 4 reviews, don't worry. I'm not that type of author. :) Until next time!

-Asynonymous