In which Sidewalk's S.H.E.I.L.D fixes things (as usual)
“Why exactly do people keep asking for their help?” Stan Lou questioned with a suppressed snicker, “When was the last time that they actually helped someone without any sort of problem?”
“Uh…” Agent Nonnie drifted off in thought wondering herself. She took a step back to look at the list of kites to be rescued out of trees or kids that needed to SA to find their precious stuffed animal. The long list of deeds was actually somewhat perplexing now that she thought about it.
“They usually get the job done either way,” Luke commented as she grabbed onto the handle of her glasses and continued to give them a quick clean. Scrunching her nose before blowing a strand of hair out of her face. She added while putting the glasses back on her face carefully, “Even if they often destroy something in the process.”
Stan Lou fiddled with her (fake) mustache, that tended to itch most when she sensed something had gone wrong, like it was itching right at this moment, “Did they ever find out about the broom outlet?”
“Shhh,” Agent Nonnie quickly mentioned as she brought a finger to her lips, “We don’t talk about the broom incident.”
It was just then that the trusty team slinked in from what was supposed to be their last mission. Yet their faces did not look like they had just come back from a sort of victorious one at that.
“What happened? Luke immediately questioned with her hands on her hips, her expression not entirely ready to hear about bullshit between the team causing something to mess up beyond repair.
The four looked at each other almost suspiciously, their eyes darting back and forth. As if they were daring one another to go with their story first with a rebuttal ready at hand.
“It’s Iron Joel’s fault,” Captain Major GLORYz started with an eye roll, collapsing onto the couch. This of course caused an immediate and strong response from the accused.
“If Basket hadn’t attacked me like a feral cat then maybe I wouldn’t have dropped them!” Iron Joel growled, a sulk on his expression as he slumped on the bar stool.
“Maybe if you weren’t being a moron and snatched them up in the first place then it wouldn’t have been a problem,” Basket snapped cross, her arms folding while she tried to kick a certain someone but yet a little too late to do so, “Besides Kor kicked them in afterwards.”
“I will silly string you all and watch super nanny if you guys don’t tell us what happened,” boomed Agent Nonnie, a calm yet stern tone in her voice ordered the team who once again, all looked to one another.
“The keys to the helli-carrier fell down the storm drain,” Kor sheepishly smiled as if the words were going to be received easier if it was wrapped in a grin, “They dropped on the street and I might’ve kicked them down trying to break them up.”
“I wasn’t going to let IJ drive us again after he almost ran over a tree!” Basket defended herself insistently. As she didn’t think she was too outlandish in wanting someone who could actually safely drive them around the block was asking too much.
“You jumped on my back!”
“You haven’t been helping been helping the Ferguson kid with his bike this entire time?” asked Luke Fury already exasperated. Snatching her leather jacket from her swivel chair and slipping her fingers past the cuffs.
Captain looked back and forth before shrugging gently, “Well he is a neighborhood terror anyways I mean really isn’t he supposed to be the one that chased Ms. Adam’s cat up the tree?” The S.H.E.I.L.D team followed with Luke Fury and started to make their way out of the house, to hear Captain Major GLORYz shout to them, “Do you want us to help!?”
“We’ll take it from here!” Agent Nonnie called out with a swift nod, Luke Fury was already out the door and heading for the ride.
“Just sit still and don’t touch anything!” Stan Lou added before shutting the door and continuing to join the two other girls towards their trek towards the van.
“Make note, create another set of keys in case they do this again,” Luke Fury nodded with a snap of the fingers, speaking more to herself than anyone else as she tended to remember things better that way. Yet as a faithful Agent Nonnie was, she took out a notepad and jotting it down anyways.
As they reached the storm drain they could see a little bit of glint of silver coming out from the grates.
“They’re adorable,” Stan Lou snickered to herself as she brought out a bag with a whole bunch of different trinkets, odds and ends, things that could possibly help with whatever kind of spectacle that the Sidewalk Avengers ever get themselves in.
“If only they were a little less violent,” Agent Nonnie nodded as she started to look through the bag, taking out string, magnets, strips of gum, paper clips, anything that might help in retrieving the set of keys. She turned her head slightly as well in thought of something perhaps a little more realistic, “Or maybe just a little less violent somewhere else. Like a bounce house or—”
“Padded room works,” Luke nodded as she started to put together a piece of string and a fashioning it around a paper clip, tossing a stick of gum to Stan Lou who enthusiastically began to chew it, “Or maybe one of those giant fields that only exists on Windows desktops.”
Stan Lou blew a large bubble that ended with a sharp pop, and then continued to tie that onto the piece of string, molding it in a way that it would make it the perfect form for sticking onto something such as keys. As it was handed to the mighty Luke Fury, she slowly began to move them through the grates as she tried to get it to hover to over the keys. Fishing around and trying to see if she could get a really good stick on the set but it was more difficult than it looked, and it looked pretty hard in the first place. There was a slight tug on the other end, and the three girls looked to each other with a cautiously excited grin before the leader carefully began to drag the string back up.
“Come on, you’re almost there!” Agent Nonnie encouraged the set to slowly start to make its way up. And that it was, slowly but surely it was almost as if they could be able to reach through the grates and grab it. Stan Lou even tried to do so herself, but right before she could take a firm grasp, the gum gave way, and the keys dropped through the grates, but it did not land as far as it did before.
“You think Cap could fit down there and grab them?” Luke questioned, tilting her head as Agent Nonnie fashioned a new string, though this time it was with a magnet instead.
“And let them get all of the credit?” she responded with a wide smile before she herself started to dangle the magnet around the keys, and quickly establishing the firm connection that she quickly wiggled the keys through the grates, and tossing htem over to Luke.
“Hey mighty Sidewalk Avengers! Fixed your key problem!” Stan Lou shouted over to the house with her hands cupped around her mustache.
Immediately the four flew through the door, their feet pounding on sidewalk as they came and, much to Iron Joel’s dismay, Captain Major GLORYz was tossed the keys. The four gave their resounding thanks in their own way, Iron Joel high fived, Basket gave them noogies, Captain gave thumbs up, and Kor hugged. All different ways to express their gratitude that they weren’t going to be stuck walking until who knows when.
“You be nice to the Ferguson kid!” Luke Fury called out with a point to the four of them. Agent Nonnie simply waved enthusiastically and giving them good tidings for their mission ahead.
“Fuck that,” Stan Lou said, hands on her hips, “Just try to make it back in one piece would be great.”
“Hey, wait for me!” A voice suddenly came in from behind all of them, and wild Spider-Meekins appeared before he squeezed in between Kor and Iron Joel, “I’ve got this great idea, what if we turn his bicycle into a unicycle? Then we’re not only fixing his problem but making him more interesting as a person. It’s a win-win deal for him, you know?”
“NO!” Luke shouted in protest, listening to Captain starting the car up. And already feeling worried about how contemplative the Sidewalk Avengers were about this idea, “Do not do that!” But it was too late, as they were already off and how they were going to fix the child’s bike was going to be up to them.
“I wonder how much bike repair costs are end up going to be,” Agent Nonnie thought aloud, curious as to how high it would be on their “receipt ladder.”
“Zero. As in if they break it they’re going to have to use Google to repair it,” Luke nodded starting to get together their bag of things so they would be able to head back into the headquarters for a well deserved lunch break.
“Crazy kids,” Stan Lou added with a snicker, taking off her aviator glasses, “You think the real S.H.E.I.L.D gets paid a lot for this? They should. We should. We’re pretty fucking awesome at it.”
And that, they were.
