Alright, so my first Avengers fic. Yeah~ xD Okay, so some things in this chapter is not technically correct, that I know of. But, for the sake of my story, I wrote it like that anyways. :P I hope you enjoy.~
"It's hoooooooooooooooooooot," came the childlike whine from the mouth of Clint as he threw his head back to rest it on the couch he was sitting on. Currently all the Avengers were sprawled out in Tony's main living area of his tower, each one wearing various faces of annoyance at their current predicament.
"Thanks for the rather redundant update Barton," Loki replied, not even trying to hide the patronizing, condescending tone that oozed from his words. Clint snapped his head back up and met Loki's glare from across with one of his own.
"Hey, don't get angry with me just because you are melting, Popsicle" Clint snapped back, pointing out that Loki was affected by the heat the worst, drenched in sweat even though he wore nothing but shorts. Loki snarled at him, but lacked the energy to keep the argument going.
"Guys, maybe if we went to different rooms then there would not be as much body heat compacted into one space and-," began Bruce, attempting to placate the situation, but Clint just cut him off.
"You know we can't Bruce. It is protocol that we stay in the tower and together when Fury cannot reach us right away in case of emergencies," he coolly replied. Turning to Tony he grumbled, "This is all your fault" and crossed his arms, giving the genius a cold stare.
"Hey! Don't blame me! Point Break over here is the one who fried my systems. Blame him!" argued Tony, pointing at Thor who was lying on the floor a few feet away, staring at the ceiling fan and looking as if he was trying with all his might to get it moving by mental power alone.
"I was put to the task by Lady Romanoff. My honor was at stake," boomed Thor, not even bothering to move to face anyone.
"Yes, well, your little lightning show blew up my arc reactor that powered my tower, Goldilocks. And on the hottest day that New York has seen this summer too," grumbled Tony as he once again wiped sweat out of his eyes. He turned to Natasha, pointing at her from across the room. "And you. You are equally to blame. Who tells the God of Thunder to put his hand on my arc reactor and channel electricity into it to see if it would speed up the air conditioner!?"
"Well, I told you my room was hot. You did not listen, although that is not a surprise, so I was forced to take things into my own hands. Thus, fault goes back to you," came her cool reply, eyes taking on a defiant glint that practically hissed 'If you do not fix this, you are dead'.
"No, I think Patchy the Pirate is to blame; making us stay here."grumbled Tony, but no one bought the obvious attempt to pointing the blame on someone else.
"All this arguing is just making the room hotter," interjected Steve's authoritative voice. "We all agree that Tony is to blame." Ignoring Tony's shout of protest, he continued. "Therefore, Tony will find a way to fix this" and fixed Tony with a pointed look.
"But, its like, a bazillion degrees in the arc room!" complained Tony, looking like a child that was just about to throw a fit.
"Stark, I will personally destroy your drink supply you hold so dear, and continue to do so to any that you buy to replenish it after that if you. do. not. fix. this." hissed Loki, who was unsuccessfully trying to keep his long hair from sticking to his face. Tony glanced at him, then decided to stick out his tongue. Loki's eyes flashed dangerously, so Bruce decided to cut in.
"Tony, I looked at the designs of this tower when you told me to choose where to put my lab. If I remember correctly there should be-," began Bruce, but was once again cut off, this time by Tony.
"Ah, yeah, that was destroyed in a failed experiment. The calculations were all wrong, trajectory was off, the works," he quickly said, waving off Bruce's confused look.
"Does this heat muddle that weak mind of yours, Stark? Do you forget who I am? You are telling a lie, and a weak one at that," hissed Loki. Tony winced and looked every bit like he was regretting giving the God of Lies permission to stay in his tower.
"What should there be?" asked Natasha, looking at Bruce. Bruce glanced at Tony, still confused about why he would want to keep it a secret, but could see no harm in revealing it. In fact, it would solve all their problems for what he could see.
"There is a pool in one of the lowest levels of the tower," he slowly revealed, and immediately felt uncomfortable when every head turned his direction, all but Tony's. There was a collective silence, one that could be characterized as tense...or...angry, and then Clint exploded.
"A POOL! A freakin' pool just levels below us and you have us roasting up here?" he yelled at Tony. Natasha looked like she wanted nothing more than to strangle him. Even Steve seemed agitated, giving Tony an unforgiving glare. Thor and Loki on the other hand looked confused, although Loki was trying to hide with an air of indifference about him, and a bored expression on his face.
"What is this pool you speak of?" Thor asked. No one answered immediately, all still consumed with anger at Tony, until Bruce sighed and said,
"It is almost like a huge bathtub. It has water in it. Cool water. Essentially, it is to be used on hot days...like today."
Now every single set of eyes was giving Tony a death glare. Tony loved when the attention was directed towards him...but when it was 2 Gods, 2 master assassins, a super soldier, and a Hulk, and they were all upset, well, he could do without.
"Guys, come on. I thought we were all enjoying it up here?" he said, giving a trademark smile, but immediately dropped it when everyone's mood seemed to sour even more. His eyes followed Steve as he stood up, and he felt is heart drop when he heard the words:
"Guys, we are going swimming."
Okay, so I can not decide whether this fic should go in the angsy/friendship route or humor. Any ideas? Also, review and critique please! :D oh! And if you have any new fic ideas, feel free to leave them in a review. ;)