A/N: Greetings, fair mortals! I have returned briefly from my hiatus to bring you this jewel from Dwight the bligesnipe. Enjoy. Leave some reviews. Make my day! on to the goodness...oh, and beware the crack!
Nobody knew why, but they all had an assignment together. Most times that this happened, there was some huge threat to some city…or the entire country. Usually there were civilians in danger. Not this time. They had been assigned to drive down the eastern seaboard. No one knew why. But by the time they got to southern New Jersey, Tony was bored. Bored out of his mind. It didn't help that he was stuck in the back seat. In the middle of the backseat. Like, the way back seat. The three belt bench in the back of the unmarked S.H.E.I.L.D. minivan. Stuck between a Norse god of mischief (who was entirely involved in his shiny new starkPod), and a dozing Bruce. Thor and Steve had the privilege of the two seats directly behind the driver and co-pilot, Natasha and Clint. I guess it pays to be an old guy. Or the future king of some far off world. Tony thought to himself. This has to get better.
The silence in the van was deafening. Suddenly, Loki's attitude of general mischief began to sink into Tony's mind. He tapped his lips with his index finger in thought. He held out his hand and stared at his pointed finger, enthralled. Loki watched Tony trying to entertain himself. He could just see what would happen next…yep. It was happening, just as he would have done it. Tony reached over to the sleeping Bruce, quickly poked him on the shoulder, and then went back to the same position he had been holding for the past hour. Innocently sitting there, staring out the front window. Much to Tony's dismay, Bruce didn't react. He repeated his friendly, goofy action. Still no reaction. Again. This time, bruce quickly sat up, rubbing his shoulder. "What the hell, man?" Bruce asked groggily. To answer, Tony just grinned at him. "Morning, sunshine! Welcome to the land of the living!" he said cheerily.
"Tony, why did you wake me up? What do you want?" he mumbled grumpily, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, I need someone to talk to. Everyone else is about as cheerful as an ancient burial mound."
Bruce smiled at Tony's comparison. At least, that's why Tony thought he was smiling. Just as Tony finished talking, an emerald green Volkswagen Beetle pulled out from behind the Avenger's van to pass them. Bruce didn't hesitate a second before he had a minor hulk-out. He "smashed" tony into the side of the van. "slug bug, metal man" Hulkgrowled, before changing back into the "regular size feller" we all know and love. He leaned his head against the window and resumed his nap. To no one's surprise, Tony was getting glares from Loki for the rest of the trip.
Fin.
A/N: And now, I shall retreat back into my hiatus. I shall still reply to reviews, though. Farewell, good mortals!-vamp