A/N: I do not own the Avengers, Spider-Man, or any other Marvel characters mentioned in this fanfic, however cool they may be. I do own two parakeets, though.

"Hey, guys, watch this!" The Avengers were in the gym, having a good, old-fashioned game of basketball. Peter quickly broke throw Thor's defense, grabbed the ball, and made a slam dunk, all while hanging upside-down from the ceiling!

"Not bad," Tony replied. "But can you do this?" He took the ball from Peter's hands and did a slam-dunk from the 3-point line. The others clapped and cheered. In fact, the only one who was not there was Natasha.

Peter snatched the ball back and stuck out his tounge at Tony. Before anyone could do anything else, the gym was bathed in a foreign, lime green light.

"What was that?" Steve asked.

"It was nothing," Peter assured him.

Bruce tugged at his collar and mumbled, "Let's hope it was nothing."

Everyone turned toward Bruce. He gave a nervous smile and said, "What? I didn't say anything. At least, it wasn't important."

"Hey, it's cool," Peter said. He turned back to Steve, who was still uneasy.

"Are you sure that everything is fine?" Steve asked.

Tony replied, "Of course! I mean, we're all still alive! Stop worrying and relax." His eyes lit up. "Hey guys, anyone hungry?" They all replied in favor of his idea.

"Well, then what are we standing around here for?! Let's go to the café!"

They headed off to the café, not realizing what had actually happened to them. Only Steve and Bruce showed concern about what had happened.

"That was pretty strange, what happened back there," Bruce said as he caught up with Steve.

"I know," Steve replied. "I wonder what it was." They both slowed down so that they were lagging a few feet behind everyone else.

"I don't like this," Bruce said. "This is strange, even for what we've seen."

"You're right. Something is definitely wrong here, although I can't quite place it." They caught back up with the rest of the group, only to find it had stopped moving.

"What's going on?" Steve asked. The crowd parted, and in the center was Peter, who ad tripped and fallen on his rear. Peter glared at the others and said, "All right, guys, you got me. Now, who's the genius who dreamed up this prank?"

"Wasn't me," Tony snickered, "Although, maybe we should ask Thor who did this."

"I am certain it was not my brother. He is still locked up in Asgard, so there should be no more trouble." Thor didn't realize it, but he was standing in an awkwardly feminine position.

Tony smirked and said, "Hey, can we get moving? I'm starving to death here!"

Peter got up and dusted himself off and everyone finally made it to the cafeteria.