Marvel's MacGyver
When Mac walks into the war room and looks around, his brain pretty much short-circuits. Luckily, rather than stopping in his tracks—which would result in all three of his friends walking into his back—Mac's body starts to move on autopilot, and he walks over to the table, scoops up a couple of paperclips—something tells him he's going to need them—and then moves to his usual corner of the room.
Instead, Jack is the one who stops in his tracks in the doorway, and just as Mac predicted, Bozer walks into him, followed by Riley walking into him and nearly sending all three of them to the floor in an ungraceful and very embarrassing heap. Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it—it's not easy to knock Jack Dalton over, and he's able to right himself and the two younger agents behind him.
"What the hell, Jack?!" Bozer exclaims angrily, and Mac finishes completely processing his surroundings just in time to send his best friend a smirk when Bozer forces his way past Jack—who is still blocking the doorway—and finally sees what it is that caused Jack to stop in the first place. "Wh-What the- You're the- How the..."
"Calm down, Boze," Mac says, waving his friend over to his side as he twists one of his paperclips. Matty, who has been watching the entire ordeal with a slight smirk on her face, just rolls her eyes.
"How are you not freaking out right now, Mac?" Bozer asks in utter disbelief. Riley chooses that moment to unceremoniously shove Jack the rest of the way into the room, and the soldier blinks twice—he looks almost like he's rebooting, Mac notes in amusement—then turns his attention to Bozer, grinning.
"Trust me, his brain shorted out the second he stepped into the room," Jack says confidently, walking over to join the rest of the team and apparently deciding that his best course of action is just to ignore everything unusual about the room. Following Jack's lead, Riley avoids eye contact with the unexpected guests and heads to the front of the room, stopping next to Bozer and sitting down in the sole unoccupied chair, where she promptly pulls out her laptop and boots it up. "Mac's just too smart to stop walking." Jack continues to explain, much to Mac's chagrin—he needs to keep a few secrets, or his tricks won't be nearly as impressive. "When his brain stops working he just goes on autopilot until he's done thinking."
"It's a talent." Mac comments dryly, smirking at Jack for a moment before turning his attention to Matty. "So, I'm assuming our guests have something to do with the 3 am call about an urgent mission?"
"Got it in one, Blondie," Matty says. "Now, if you're all done fangirling, I'd like to introduce you to our guests."
"Or we could save the time and just introduce ourselves to them since it's already been well established that we know exactly who they are," Riley suggests, turning and pointing to each of the guests in turn. "Captain Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow. And Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye. There, now we're done." Matty shakes her head exasperatedly, holding out a hand in Riley's direction.
"Riley Davis." She announces to the Avengers. "A computer genius who joined our organization after spending two years in prison for hacking the Pentagon." Matty turns to Bozer next, and when the Avengers follow her gaze Mac fears that his best friend is going to pass out right where he stands, or maybe melt. "Wilt Bozer." Matty continues, either oblivious to or ignoring Bozer's pale face. "A master of prosthetic disguises who joined the team after he was nearly killed by an assassin in his own home."
"Fun." Stark comments and Mac bites back another smirk. It's apparent that Matty is trying to make the team seem impressive to the Avengers, which implies that they aren't currently happy with this arrangement—whatever it may be.
"Jack Dalton." Matty moves on without acknowledging Stark's comment and turns her attention to Jack. "A weapons expert and sniper as well as a covert operative with over fifteen years of experience. He did 10 years in the CIA and then joined the Army's Delta Force. He spent his last two years working overwatch with the EODs before being recruited by Phoenix. Which brings us to Angus MacGyver." Matty turns to Mac, who starts twisting his paperclip a little more furiously in an attempt to hide his discomfort at the sudden attention being paid to him. "A bomb expert and all-around genius. He got into MIT at 16, then dropped out two years later to enlist in the Army. He was the best Explosives Ordinance Disposal technician in Afghanistan by the time he was 19. Jack was assigned as his overwatch, and two years later, they were both recruited by Phoenix."
"MIT at 16, huh? That's impressive." Stark comments, his tone half sarcastic and half genuinely curious.
"Mac's IQ is higher than Einstein's, and his specialty is creating anything he needs out of whatever is available to him." Matty is quick to come to Mac's defense, and he frowns—he isn't entirely surprised that the Avengers would doubt his skills, considering how young he knows he looks, but they were the ones who came to Phoenix. Probably. Mac's unasked question is answered by Matty's next words as she turns back to the Avengers, fixing them with one of her trademark scathing glares. "This team is, admittedly, a pretty eclectic mix of talents, but as soon as the director of SHIELD called me I knew that they were exactly what you needed."
"Now that introductions are out of the way, why don't you tell us what it is that you need?" Mac says, pulling out a second paperclip and tossing his first one onto the table. It slides to a stop right in front of Stark, who leans forward to pick it up.
"Is this my arc reactor?" He asks curiously, holding up the paperclip. Mac shrugs, already focusing on his next creation.
"Focus, please," Matty says, her exasperation rising by the second—she makes it a point to ignore the hum of approval that comes from Stark's direction shortly afterward.
"Tony." Captain Rogers warns, hands clasped behind his back in what appears to be a slightly relaxed form of parade rest. Beside him, Agent Romanoff is standing similarly to Jack—a pose that seems carefree at first glance but is clearly a fighting stance to Mac's trained eye. Stark is sprawled across the couch, much to Mac's amusement and Captain Rogers's disdain, and Agent Barton is reclining in the chair not occupied by Riley, his legs resting over one arm. Mac doesn't miss the pen Barton is twirling between his fingers, and despite knowing that Matty would never allow anyone but Phoenix agents to bring weapons into the building, Mac doesn't doubt that in an emergency Barton could use that pen as a deadly projectile.
"You called us here at three in the morning, so whatever is going on must be pretty time sensitive." Mac infers, drawing the room's attention back to the matter at hand.
"It is." Captain Rogers says, nodding to Mac in what he interprets to be a gesture of thanks. Mac just shrugs, continuing to manipulate his paperclip. "The Avengers were invited several months ago to a large fundraising gala here in LA that takes place tonight."
"The Reynolds Foundation Charity Ball," Riley interjects. "Phoenix was invited as well."
"We have reason to believe that a terrorist group called D77 is planning an attack on the gala." Rogers continues. "But we don't have any information about the attack itself."
"Not those assholes again," Jack mutters, shaking his head.
"You know these guys?" Bozer and Barton ask simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.
"Jack, Riley, and I were sent to Malaysia to arrest D77's money man two years ago," Mac explains for the benefit of Bozer and the Avengers. "He gave us intel that helped us stop a major terrorist attack in Miami. But I was under the impression that D77 fell apart not long after that."
"They did," Matty says. "All but the very highest leaders of the organization were arrested. They've likely been rebuilding their forces under the radar for the past two years, and this attack on the ball is their way of returning to the playing field."
"She's right," Riley says shortly, pulling up several CIA and Interpol reports that confirm Matty's statement.
"So, what, we're trying to figure out their plan of attack?" Bozer asks.
"That, and hopefully bringing down D77 in the process," Matty adds.
"Stop a terrorist attack we know nothing about and bring down a terrorist organization we thought was dead until two minutes ago," Jack says, shaking his head. "Piece of cake."
"Riley, scour the Dark Web for any chatter relating to the Reynolds Foundation or their charity ball." Matty orders. "Bozer, you're going to be creating disguises for yourself, Riley, and Agents Romanoff and Barton?"
"What about the rest of us?" Jack asks.
"You, Mac, Captain Rogers, and Mr. Stark will be attending the gala as yourselves," Matty explains. "You did, after all, receive invitations. Just in case we don't get enough information before the gala to stop the attack, you'll be tasked with preventing the attack after it does start."
"So our job is to do absolutely nothing until everything goes off the rails?" Mac asks for clarification, and Matty smiles.
"Precisely." She replies, nodding. "Will that be a problem, Blondie?"
"Of course not," Mac says, grinning. "Improvisation is kind of my specialty."