In the Madame Tussaud's in LA there's a Marvel-themes 4D ride that this is based off of. It involves Loki and Doom and ends with The Hulk using his super-strength to clean up the room.
I don't own any of the characters. It's a fanfiction site. You can't even post original fiction.
I try to be loyal to Stan Lee's comic verse, but I do deviate into movie verse sometimes.
Okay! Here goes!
The debris piled up in a corner. The Hulk looked pleased.
"So- Madame Tussaud's?" Spider-Man said, breaking the silence. Tony opened his mask and looked down at him, raising his eyebrows.
"What is this 'Madame Tussaud's' thou speakest of?" Thor asked.
"A tourist attraction." Captain America told the godly prince. "Glad to know it's still around.
"Madame Tussaud's." Tony said. "Madame Tussauds."
"What? It's classic, cheap-" Spider-Man began, but Tony cut him off.
"Kid, you're being treated to a celebration by Tony Stark. We are not doing 'cheap'." Tony took his helmet all the way off. "Now let's go change into people clothes."
"Um-" Spider-Man looked down. "I might not want to-" He tugged on his mask.
"Oh, come on, you can't be that ugly." Tony Stark pressed a button on his suit and it separated off of him and neatly reassembled. Tony looked up at Hulk. "Come on, big guy, think of puppies."
Spider-Man watched the green ebb away from the muscular giant as he shrunk to the size of a typical human. He knew he could trust the Avengers with his secret identity- But did he want to? It was one moment's decision.
He took off his mask.
"Peter Parker from the Daily Bugle." Peter said. The other men nodded at him as they went about exchanging their costumes for their clothes kept underneath (Though in Hulk's case, pulling up the shreds of his pants until Tony could find him spares). Peter tugged off his gloves and climbed up to the corner of the ceiling where his everyday clothing was webbed in a tight ball. Peter Parker tugged his clothes on and dropped down to greet the Avengers. Thor was dressed normally, something Peter had never seen before, as were Bruce Banner, Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers.
"So, I was thinking we could go to a club-" Tony began, but Peter cut in.
"I could imagine Aunt May's face if she found out where I'd gone. No clubs for Petey."
"Petey? You need to get out more." Tony shook his head.
"And Mary Jane would be mad that I didn't bring her. My wife."
"You're married to the star of Secret Hospital?" Hulk seemed a bit overexcited.
"Well, if clubs are out, what do we do?" Tony looked genuinely confused.
"We could go to Madame Tussaud's." Steve Rodgers suggested. "Look, on this flyer it says they're unveiling a super hero room."
"That, Aunt May would have no trouble with," Peter said. "And I doubt Mary Jane wants to see it."
"I do believe I would like to see this 'Madame Tussaud's'." Thor added. Bruce shrugged. When he wasn't The Hulk, Peter thought, he acted quite shy. They looked expectantly at Tony.
"Fine. I know when I'm beat." Tony said, shaking his head again. "Let's go."
"What'll we do with Doom?" Bruce asked, pointing to the lump of ice.
"I'll call the FF." Tony took out a phone that made the iPhone 5s look like a nokia brick. With a backwards glance at Doom, the super-heroes filed out.
"Yeah, Reed. It's Tony." Silence. "Oh, just wanted to say that Doctor Doom attacked my reactor unveiling."Listening. "Yeah, yeah, it's all good." Tony rolled his eyes. "No, he did not escape." Tony sighed. "Yeah, he's all yours. Listen, make sure Johnny does NOT flame on in there. No, my reactor would be fine, Doom's prison would just melt. I did say melt. Bye then." Tony pulled the phone away from his ear. "Bye." Tony hung up. "They're coming. Unless we want any more force fields, we'd better go."
"Well, force fields from villains are annoying. Force fields from Sue-" Peter laughed. "Tour bus?"
"Limo." Tony pressed a button on his watch. A limo rolled into view. Peter gaped as the others climbed in, then quickly followed.
"Where're Natasha and Clint?" Tony asked. "Do they not like us anymore?"
"They're somewhere. Natasha's at some meeting." Steve said. He looked at the wax figure of himself. "This is flattering."
The wax Avengers stood in a group, Hulk looming over the rest and each member looking very brave and honorable. They were standing in New York surrounded by craters and debris.
Beside them, the Fantastic Four models were also posed in brave, protective positions. Even Doc Strange, Wolverine and Daredevil were represented. Spider-Man couldn't help feeling upset with his lack of representation. He wanted to yell at J Jonah Jameson for all the bad publicity. And web that sunshine boy up into a mummy. Maybe toss him into a wall.
"Does my nose look big?" Tony asked. A mask covered his wax models' face. Peter snorted and turned to look at Thor. His gaze was directed towards a girl in the corner of the room.
"It doth seem that Natasha told an untruth regarding the meeting." Thor nudged Peter. Peter stifled a giggle. Natasha was gazing at her own wax model, looking rather self-satisfied. Peter grinned and his gaze panned around the room. He rested on someone he recognized with a jolt.
"Matt Murdock?" Peter muttered, recognizing the blind lawyer that Peter knew dressed up as a devil and danced around the rooftops at night. Matt's head snapped up and Peter realized that Matt's super hearing must have detected the whisper.
"This is weird." Peter said.
"What's weird?" Tony asked. "The fact the Doctor Strange is over there?"
"Doctor-" Peter did a half turn. "What?"
"What about the X-Men over in that corner?" Steve added to the conversation.
'Are there any normal people in here?" Bruce asked. Thor nodded.
"That fair maid yonder." He said. Peter shook his head.
"That's Felicia Hardy. She's the black cat."
Steve narrowed his eyes. "Something is going on."
Tony's phone rang. "Yep." He said, listening to the voice at the other end. "Our Latverian friend escaped."
"Hello, Mary Jane."
"Hey, Aunt May." MJ held the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she put the frozen pizza in the microwave.
"May I speak to Petey?"
"No, Peter isn't home. He's out on some news assignment." Or he made a detour to save the city in red and blue tights, Mary Jane added in her head.
"Oh. How are you, dearie?" May asked.
"Just great, Aunt May. I just got a great job on a new sitcom. How are you?" MJ closed the microwave.
"Oh, I'm doing all right." MJ heard yelling in the background. "Oh, those dreadful new boarders. I may have to evict them. I so hate evicting people." The old woman sighed.
"I can help you if you need to evict them, Aunt May." Mary Jane stretched and looked at the time, beginning to worry as she saw how late it was. Surely, Tony Stark's press conference should be over by now.
"Oh, thank you, Mary Jane. You're a wonderful girl." Mary Jane's phone vibrated in her pocket and she checked it. "Oh, I have to go. Peter sent me a text. Talk to you later?"
"Of course, Mary Jane. Goodbye."
"Bye." MJ said automatically. She hung up and checked her texts.
Peter: Going to Madame Tussaud's with The Avengers.
That threw MJ off.
MJ: WHAT?!
Peter: Yeah, we just froze Doctor Doom. It was great. g2g.
MJ: YOU WILL tell me all about this when you get home. She put the phone back in her pocket. The microwave dinged.
MJ shook her head. Her husband and his crazy job.
She removed the pizza from the microwave and devoured it embarrassingly fast. After the pizza was a faint red-sauce memory on the plate, MJ had nothing to do. Her friends were all busy, her food gone, and she was bored. Which never happened. Mary Jane Watson-Parker was never bored.
"Oh, Peter." She muttered. She took out her phone. Super heroes' day out? Count her in. She was a supermodel. Where's the difference?
MJ: I'm coming too. Be right there. Love ya, Tiger.
Peter's phone vibrated.
"It's MJ," He told Tony and looked at it. And groaned.
"What?" Tony asked.
"She's coming. And there's something not right here." Peter put his phone back in his pocket. "I can't tell that girl no."
Tony opened his mouth as if to comment on Peter's inability to say no to his wife (or maybe commiserate with him over strong women), but Steve interrupted.
Steve pointed at the door to the room. "Look. The FF."
Peter looked. Yep. He also noticed that there was a model of wax Ant-Man by the door as well. Ant-Man? And not Spider-Man? Damn J. Jonah Jameson!
"Hi." Tony waved the Fantastic Four over. "So, you came to the super-hero convention too?"
"There's something not kosher about all this." Peter said.
"You noticed!" Tony exclaimed sarcastically. Bruce pointed at the window.
"Is it just me, or is the sky green?"
There was never a normal day in the life of Matthew Murdock.
He gave three reasons for this. One, he was blind. Two, he was a lawyer. And three, he was a super hero. Super heroes just never got a freaking break.
A completely innocent trip to Madame Tussaud's turned into a super-hero convention. So many strong heartbeats in one room made Matt want to cover his ears. It was the supersensory equivalent to standing in a room full of bass drums being played by three-year-olds.
Well, maybe the trip wasn't exactly normal- Matt had wanted to check out the wax figure of himself. He'd received a Madame Tussaud's flyer that morning and decided to use use empty space in his schedule to catch a taxi and pay a figure of himself a little visit.
At some point, he'd begun to notice crazy heartbeats in the room. His own heart gave a jolt as he recognized one-time partner and love, Natasha Romanovna, the Black Widow. Then he heard his name, spoken by a voice he recognized.
Peter Parker? Matt focused his senses. Peter, Tony Stark, Thor, Bruce Banner and Steve Rodgers were clustered in the corner. From the angle of their heads, he could tell they were looking at...
Stephen Strange? Why would a master of the mystic arts be at Madame Tussaud's? What the He-
And strange vibrations were coming from outside. He doubted anyone else could feel them. Something was not right.
Matt listened more closely. He heard snippets of conversation. In the next room, what sounded like Storm and Phoenix were having an argument. Wolverine (What?) was growling at Cyclops.
Matt's attention wandered to Tony Stark in the corner.
"Our Latverian friend has escaped." Tony was telling the Avengers.
Doctor DOOM? In New York? Not again.