There wasn't much of a warning. One second Tony was gloating about himself the next he was gone. Steve too, one second he was quietly ignoring Tony the next thing you know, gone. And same with Bruce, and Natasha and Clint. Gone. The top floor of Stark tower was silent.
Well, not exactly.
Because while the five heroes weren't exactly physically present, there were five lingering puppies in their places. And it wasn't silent for long because soon after a roaring bark rumbled from one of the pug's lungs.
"What, in the name of all things good and holy, just happened?"
"How did everything become so big?" Another pug, this one a slight blond tint, barked.
"More like, what happened to you two?" A third pug chimed in.
"Guys, this might sound weird but I think we're all dogs." The five quickly scrambled near each other, one sliding as he lost balance and toppled over. They looked at each other.
"Oh no"
And that was it. The elite Avengers fighting force had all been magically transformed into pugs.
"We're puppies no less," Natasha growled.
"We'll we should get some readings to make sure there's nothing wrong with us," Bruce tried to stand but fell on his face, not used to his puppy head and wobbly legs.
"Other than the fact that we're dogs," Clint had been to one who slid across the floor. Natasha padded over to him, nudging him back to his feet.
"Guys I think we should find Fury and get this sorted out," Steve wobbled a bit on his legs, his fury head bobbing.
"Right and how do you suppose we're going to contact him," Tony dragged himself around on his butt, sassy as always.
"It beats sitting around and doing nothing," Steve snapped.
"Let's go to the lab to make sure none of us are dying at the moment," Bruce interrupted. He still didn't have full control of his body but his wobbly puppy legs did take him about a foot before he fell again. "It's a good thing we were turned into puppies old enough to walk well," Bruce grumbled.
The Avenger puppies tried to follow but still they were all wobbly on their legs.
"MIDGUARDIANS, I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE GROCERY PLACE. I HAVE BOUGHT THESE WONDERFUL THINGS CALLED TARTS OF POP." Thor burst into the room, back from exploring Midguard. "YOU MUST TELL ME WHAT A POP IS AND HOW IT IS SO DELICIOUS." Thor stopped. He tiled his head down.
Rolling at his feet were the little pug puppies who used to be the Avengers.
"WHAT IS THIS MIDGUARDIAN CREATURE" Thor thundered "AND WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?" He picked up one of the puppies, who oddly enough, looked really pissed. The puppy started howling flailing his arms in any direction he could.
"FOUL BEAST" Cried Thor, god of thunder. His dropped the little dog, only to have another little dog ram into his leg. He picked this new one up. This one was more docile. Perhaps it was simply punishing him for dropping the rowdy one.
"Thor we need your help," the dog said. Thor blinked. The dog said. The dog. Said. Words. It was a talking dog. "Thor this is Bruce, some how we've all been turned into dogs. Do you even know what I'm saying? Is this all just barking to you?"
"BANNER?" The god questioned.
"Oh good you can understand us," the Banner puppy shot a glare at the dog Thor had dropped.
"How was I supposed to know?" That one had to be Tony.
Thor chuckled, throwing his head back and fully laughing.
"THIS IS JUST AN ASGUARDIAN PRANK. LOKI MUST HAVE DONE IT. DO YOUR PEOPLE NOT HAVE SUCH GAMES?"
"Remind me again why we let that lunatic go?" The Tony pug growled.
"Look, Thor, we just need to get back to being human," A stern female voice barked.
"FRET NOT MORTALS, I KNOW OF A CURE, BUT NOW," Thor put Banner back on the floor, "WE MUST FIND LOKI"