"It's not so bad, y'know."
"Shut up, Tony." Came a gruff, annoyed male voice across from the mechanic. "And for the love of Thor, stop doing that to yourself."
"My body, my business."
The older woman with curled brunette hair squeezed lightly at slight medium-sized breasts as she sat cozied up by another woman with beautiful blond hair. Said blonde is just a bit tall and equally large, maybe beefy, in size and weight, but can be seen to many as gorgeous as the rest of them. This must be Thor. With Bucky sitting in-between her and Steve.
Said assassin is breathing shallowly and almost in a panic attack from the situation alone when she found two large lumps attached to her chest and shoving long-er hair out of her face to see a woman stare her in the face in the mirror. It took ten stressful minutes to calm her down and twenty minutes for the super soldiers to accept the fact that it's not a dream and took the time to do more deep breathing, holding each other for support. In the end, Bucky struggled not to faint and remained deathly quiet in the conversation, with Steve's hand rubbing small circles on her back for support.
"I'm sorry, Nathan," Natasha shot a tremendous glare towards Clint, who raised both hands, "but I have to agree with Stark. I mean, Loki's a turd, but he's got taste." Lowering the feminine hands to her thighs, the archer gave her head a light snap to the right to allow her hair to fly in front of her face. It's a bit shaven at the left side, but no less nice to see in the sun's light.
"It's not very funny if it means we're stuck like this." Bruce piped up. Long, dark brown hair tied in a loose ponytail and fixing her glasses over a small nose, Bruce took the other end of the couch opposite of Tony, sitting next to Steve. "In case you forgot, we have lives to attend to, so being complete strangers now will get us into trouble with the media."
Tony flinched, dropping her hands. "Way to take the joke and make it real, Bruce." Sitting back with a huff from the pressure on his chest, not the arc reactor, he spoke again, serious. "Loki made haste to the hills, unfortunately. Knowing some of us would bust a nut." He threw a glance at Natasha, who snorts. "Sooner or later, he'll come down and we'll have tea and talk it out. That's right, no weapons, no threats, yet, just normal people conversations."
"Right." Steve sighed, hair tied back in a ponytail similar to Bruce. No details to be said how the super soldier is the most attractive and has the bust, as Tony proudly stated when they were hit with a spell bomb, Steve ignores most eyes that were on her, except Natasha, and now, as they're discussing, her blush never lost it's red. It's a curse, he thought, a curse he must live with like the body he's bound to since the war. Not that beauty is a bad thing to Steve, the attention it gains is unpleasant and he's not used to getting it. But this is different. He doesn't know why it feels like this, but he wished it didn't feel... wrong.
"Thor, can you..." Steve gestured at nothing but the god(dess) frowned, understanding.
"Loki cloaked himself, so I cannot sense his presence at the moment." Said Thor. And the look is just devastating. Like a golden retriever looking so down on itself without the whimpering, how is it possible?
"Hey, no worries, hot shot, he'll have to come back at some point." Tony pats the blonde woman's shoulder. "He needs to clean up this mess, and if he doesn't, you got daddy to hunt his skinny ass."
Coming to an end in this awkward circle, they all murmur and complain about their new bodies after the meeting adjourned. Natasha gave them small advice on wearing bras and warning them for what might come down below, Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce and Bucky looking super confused but Clint paling and cursing up a massive storm Thor didn't summon this time.
To say this is one of those days in the Avengers' life is complete Bull.
Loki kissed the end of Natasha's boot after the spell got reversed.