Emerson Cod stops off for a drink and a conversation. This gets his voice exactly right. (Technically it's a crossover with New Girl, but I don't watch that and I had no trouble following along.)
Dick gets de-aged and the rest of the family pulls together to deal with it. Oh, Dick. Oh, honey. Oh, my heart. *sobs* #forever crying over robins No, seriously, though, this is a really lovely look at how Dick is the one who holds them together when things are falling apart. I especially loved how Jason is with him when he's de-aged. (some Briticisms but not enough to make me stop reading.)
"Make me a sandwich,” Parker says, so he does. “Cut the damn wire,” says Hardison, so he does. “Jump,” says Parker, says Hardison, and he never needs to ask, “How high?” Parker/Hardison/Eliot from Eliot's POV.
Steve meets Hank McCoy and doesn't know quite what to make of him. Oh, this is lovely. (Also, I love that everyone still hates Reed Richards, because yes.)
Getting Coulson back is going to be anything but easy. Appendicitis, twenty questions, clones, and reincarnations: all in a day's work for the Avengers. Sequel to 'babel, babel, look at me now' that does some nice things with Pepper and Natasha's burgeoning friendship.
There are parts of Steve that figure he probably shouldn't find the company of two master assassins (to quote Stark) quite as comfortable as he does. There's a lot about what SHIELD does and how it operates that Steve's not comfortable with and the nature of the covert ops pretty much covers two thirds of what he doesn't like. But there's something about both of them, when they're relaxed like this, that reminds him of his Commandos and those pub-crawls - long ago for the rest of the world and all of two years gone for him - they'd had time to make and even nights sitting around a fire complaining about how bad rations taste. And it reminds him without being so close as to yank up grief he's still trying to figure out how to deal with, so especially for now, he'll take it. Steve enjoys the monthly poker games at Maria Hill's house. The Clint/Natasha banter in this is great.
Avengers movie night (which was not Tony's idea, for the record) doesn't start out that well, but it eventually gets better. Really lovely look at Tony and Bruce's friendship, and the teambuilding that slowly takes place around it.
Uhura remembers the first time she saw the two of them, sharing a flask on the recruit shuttle out of Riverside. They had both looked so disheveled and out of place that Uhura had spent the entire flight thinking increasingly unfavorable thoughts about Starfleet's recruiting standards and mentally composing angry notes to everybody who had promised her that her future classmates would only be the best of the best, the brightest minds in the Federation, the greatest hope for the future. She wonders how reality would have come across in a recruiting pitch: Join Starfleet! Explore new worlds! Travel to the stars! And someday those guys you thought were addicts or convicts who wandered onto your shuttle by accident will be your captain and CMO on the worst day in Federation history! She's exhausted enough and frayed enough that she feels a giddy half-laugh, half-sob rising in her throat. Nyota covers her mouth to choke it down. Nobody notices except Spock, who only looks at her and says nothing. Really lovely look at Uhura (and her relationships with Spock and Kirk) set at the end of the first movie.
“I mean, you seem like a perfectly nice dame-- lady-- person! But I don’t want an assistant,” Steve says. “Oh, I get that,” I say. “The question is, do you need one? Because at the interview, they made it sound like you did.” “Well, I don’t know why they did that,” Steve said. “Honestly, I don’t mind spending an hour a week or so signing autographs, and they’ve even got the interns stuffing the envelopes for me now. And I like the fanmail. Most of it, anyway. Some of it’s a little weird.” “Who’s keeping track of your calendar, then?” I ask. “And scheduling your public appearances? And managing your media strategy?” “SHIELD generally lets me know when I have to do a meet-and-greet, and I’ve got them down to a reasonable number lately,” he says. “And there’s a calendar on the desk blotter. And I don’t have a media strategy.” “Yes, you do,” I said. “I mean, right now your media strategy consists of ‘ignore them and maybe they’ll go away,’ but I guess that is technically still a strategy.” “You think it’s working?” Steve asks, smiling crookedly. “I really don’t,” I say. In which Steve's progressivism sometimes makes things difficult for his PA.
Fury flowed along ahead in his dark coat, blending with the night, and Tony started to stock up Batman references to make later. He didn't actually see the two guards Fury had taken out until he stepped on one's hand and tripped over the prone body of the other. He stumbled into Fury's back, and Fury whispered, "Watch it, Stark," and grabbed the shoulder of his hoodie to steer him around a third body. "My God, you are Batman," Tony muttered. "Shut up," Fury hissed. Apparently he was taking this whole thing personally. Bruce gets kidnapped and Tony and Fury have to work together to get him back, just like in a buddy cop comedy. Hee!
To keep this non-spoilery: Bones doesn't want his discovery to fall into the wrong hands so he enlists Spock's help to spin the events of the movie so nobody knows what really happened to Kirk.