A/N: So this is my second fic ever! I'm quite proud of it. I adore your reviews!
BACKGROUND: This is an AU written Post-Avengers movie, 2 years later, Loki has paid for his crimes, and requested Asylum on earth, which is granted. He causes no other problems, but the Avengers still like to bug, I mean, CHECK up on him. This is what happens whey they burst in without knocking. Here we go!
EDIT 4/14/2015: Fully edited and published. The story is FINALLY complete, and a sequel MAY be up at some point. Wink Wink. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Avengers. Arie is mine. (You'll meet her later.) But I give all credit for the rest of them to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, they rock!
"Loki! What did you DO?!" Thor bellowed. Or at least he tried to. But his voice cracked. Cracked. Like a prepubescent boy's would. Tony Stark attempted to see through the rubble of the building that had crashed down on top of him, but he couldn't.
"I didn't DO anything; it was you buffoons who distracted me. This is entirely YOUR fault." That was definitely Loki, Stark knew, but he just didn't SOUND right. His voice was higher, more, whiny than usual. What had happened? Stark tried to move, but his suit didn't cooperate correctly. Wait, had it grown?!
"Guys, can this wait till we get Stark out?" Rogers, Stark guessed, though this voice was DEFIINITELY wrong. He sounded like a twelve year old kid.
"Right. But how..?"
"While you may be currently lacking in strength, Thor, my lack of age has done nothing to limit my magic. If I may?"
"NO," Barton growled, his voice also too high for normalcy. "I don't like it."
"No, you don't like me. There's a difference. Do you have a better idea, archer?" Loki asked drily. Barton must've silently given in, for a few moments later, the rubble was lifted from Tony's chest and Tony could breathe better. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, though. When they did, Tony had to do a double take.
It was his team alright, Thor, Banner, Barton, Steve and Romanoff. Loki stood off to the side, a grin on his face.
But they had all been turned into teenagers.
Tony gulped as he realized that they weren't the only ones that had shrunk. His hand shot to where his arc reactor would be, only to realize it was gone, his chest smooth, pale and blemish free.
"What happened?" He rasped, fearing the answer.
"What HAPPENED?" Fury roared the same question that Stark had asked only hours ago, his face flushed with anger.
The Avengers, along with Loki, sat at a round table in one of the many debriefing rooms at Shield headquarters, silent, bedraggled, and unfortunately still teenagers. Steve had turned into the ninety pound weakling he had probably been when he was 17 the first time around, a 5 foot 6 inches blond hair blue eyed nerd who had suddenly developed a need for glasses. Stark was only 3 inches taller, though he looked much more relaxed in his new form, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head. Barton and Banner both stood at about 5'7'', though Banner, with his glasses, looked like a textbook geek while Barton displayed a more athletic physique. Thor was the epitome of athletic though, his six foot frame still firmly muscled and tan. He sat as closely as he could to his brother, who besides Thor, was the tallest, his pale skin and dark hair giving him an almost emo look. Romanoff seemed worst off, a skinny, not yet developed red-head who didn't seem fully comfortable in her own skin. No one wanted to answer Fury's question.
Finally Loki sighed. "I was in the middle of an experiment on deaging spells when your "dream team"" He scoffed, "barged in and interrupted me. I was startled, and the magic I was experimenting with went haywire, hitting all of us."
"So you're blaming this on US?" Barton snapped, fists clenched. "For doing our JOB?!"
"All you had to do was knock, Barton." Loki sneered. "Even parole officers must give that courtesy to their parolees."
"Please, this is not our fault. You shouldn't be playing with such experimental magic…"
"In my own home? On my own time, when I thought I would not be interrupted, or at least given a warning in the form of, oh, I don't know, a KNOCK,"
"ENOUGH." Fury interrupted with a yell. "I get it. You," He pointed at Loki, "Can you fix it?"
"Unfortunately, no. It was simply an experiment. I have no notion of how this" he motioned to the group of teenagers at the table "happened, let alone how to fix it. It should wear off on its own, though."
"How long?" Fury growled.
. Loki shrugged. "I know not."
Fury paced the room. Then he paused, thinking hard. "I've got it." He turned to the group, a grim smile on his face. "I'm not letting this "teenager" business, let you guys get lazy. And I have the perfect job for you. You too Loki. You're sticking with us until this whole business is fixed."
"What? Work? The only place where we won't draw attention to each other looking like THIS, is…" Stark tapered off, knowing exactly where this was going, and dreading it.
"High school."
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