AN: I have no idea if this story is any good. It is my first so please don't flame. If you think I should continue this then leave a review/follow/or fave. I am probably not going to finish this if no one does because I would rather read other peoples fanfiction. Larr-out!

Blue eyes. That is all that Tony could see. The blue eyes, and the alarmingly big scepter that was about to-

Tony shot upright gasping for air. He looked around with big eyes convinced that there was an evil God of Mischief about to attack him with his scepter. Even though the God had attacked four months ago, Tony still got nightmares. After calming down a little he realized that all of the blankets on his bed were now occupying the space on his floor. Debating in his head on whether or not he should get up and get them he suddenly realized something. He was starving.

After realizing this he decided that it had been about three days since he last ate. He had been focusing on upgrading his suit so it could be a little more resistant to magic. Dealing with a certain God had made him realize that his suit was not up to par in the magic defense section. Hopefully Loki would never escape from the prison on Asgard so Tony wouldn't have to test out his upgraded suit.

Although technically it wasn't completely upgraded—

"No, Tony. You need to eat food now. You can work on your suit later…after food."

Tony really hoped that none of the Avengers would want to talk to him today. He really wanted to finish that upgrade on his suit. The only reason he went to bed was because of JARVIS. The computer had locked him out of his laboratory claiming that it had been about four days since Tony last slept. Tony had responded with "I don't need sleep, I'm too awesome to sle-"Which got cut off with a giant yawn from Tony. That had been last night.

He walked (well walked is a loose term, mostly he staggered) to the kitchen. Where he promptly slammed his head into a wall that he didn't see. He then proceeded to cuss out the wall for being in his way. After realizing that A. the wall didn't care, and B. the wall was not going to move, he walked around it. When he finally made it to the refrigerator he opened it and realized another very important thing. There was no food.

"Well that's just great! I actually leave my lab to get food, and there's none here! Well fine then universe, I'll show you!" Tony finished yelling at the ceiling and started thinking about how he could get food and piss off the universe at the same time. He decided to try cooking something.

"Well it can't be that hard…I bet Pepper does it all the time! I can definitely beat Pepper at cooking!" With that Tony started looking for ingredients that he could use to cook. He didn't actually know what he was going to cook, but he had a hazy idea of making a sandwich. Before he could make his sandwich though, he first had to remember what kind of sandwiches he liked.

"This is why I don't get up at… 1:00! What am I even doing here?! I can't cook! I should be in bed! GAH!" At this point Tony was so frustrated he just wanted to go back to bed. Unfortunately all of his yelling had woken up one of the other Avengers.

"If you don't be quiet then the next time we fight a villain I will "accidentally" shoot you. In the face. With an explosive arrow. And it will hurt. Do you understand me? Now go to bed before you get shot in the face." With that Clint turned around and promptly disappeared into the elevator to go back to his room. Leaving Tony with a dumbstruck expression on his face that he would later erase from JARVIS's security footage.

"Well then," Tony muttered "I guess 1 in the morning is too early for him too. I'm still hungry though. Too bad Thor went up to Asgard to be with his family, I could have asked him to make me food." Right after Tony had decided to just screw the food and go back to bed JARVIS spoke up.

"Excuse me sir, Director Fury has told me to wake up all of the Avengers in the Stark Tower at this time. Please gather in the main living room on the 10th floor."

"You're kidding me right? I just decided to go to bed! You know what? The universe is not a friendly place or being. It hates me and I fail to see how this day could get any worse." After Tony had his mini rant he headed to the 10th floor and was happy to see that no one else was happy about the surprise meeting.

"Hey Stripey, know why were down here?" Tony asked hopefully.

"Stripey?! Why Stripey? And no, I don't know why we're down here." The Captain answered back with a disgruntled look on his face.

"Would you rather I call you Starry? Hm? I didn't think so." Tony returned smirking. "Besides I was just-"

"Would you two just shut up so we can get to bed!? I am sick of your bickering Tony! All I want to do right now is go back to sleep! Is that too much to ask?!" Natasha then smiled really creepily, "Tony if you say one more word than I will make your life a living hell during the day and have Clint torture you at night. Do you understand? Not. One. Word. Unless it's important and we are being attacked. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am," Tony said as respectfully as possible. "But-" He stopped as soon as possible for Natasha had whipped around and had a very dangerous glint in her eyes. If looks could kill then Tony would be a little pile of ash sitting on the floor. He gulped then turned to see what Fury was going to say, all the while praying that Natasha wouldn't start throwing knives. At him.

"Well now that we got that out of the way, we may now get on to the reason that I called you all here. It seems like we have another problem with a certain Norse God." Jaw dropped expressions greeted this statement. Tony was the first to recover,

"Wait a second, you mean he escaped?! How? I thought he was still on Asgard! Whoa, why are you telling us this? He isn't on Earth is he?!"

"Yes, unfortunately that is the problem. We have found Thor with him right now. They are in the middle of the woods in White Plains. That is only a couple of hours away from here so I want you all to go and bring him into custody. Bring him to the Tower and keep him there. Can I count on the Avengers?"

A chorus of yeses answered him. They then dispersed to get their weapons/armor ready to fight.