*Bruce's POV*
Tony and I stand behind Thor, who grips his younger brother Loki quite roughly by the arm with one hand, and a transparent cylinder in the other. Clint and Natasha stand together, Erik Selvig stands a bit away nearer to the two gods clutching a silver case, whilst Steve walks to join me and Tony. He places himself at my side and we throw each other a smile in greeting. As we bring our heads back round, the golden haired god shoves Loki forward violently; I can see Tony smirking in the corner of my eye. One side of his lips tug upwards, and the other remains the same; his eyes shining with contempt and a cruel laughter that is desperate to escape.
Thor turns back to all of us, Loki released from his vice hold, and immediately crosses the small distance to Erik. They shake hands, and then Erik flips open the silver case. The Tesseract lies in a cushioned, black velvet bed within it; glowing blue in the brilliant sun. Natasha leans in and whispers something in Clint's ear, his lips twitch before becoming a broad smile; however the shades he's wearing cover up anything to reveal what she could have said. With a large pair of pliers, Erik Selvig pulls the Tesseract out of the case whilst Thor flips open the top of the clear cylinder; Erik then proceeds to put the Tesseract into it's new container. Thor closes the cylinder and places a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, possibly as a sign of thanks and a promise that they will meet again.
Loki stands behind scowling at each of our small group in turn as Thor bids his farewells. Tony is before me and he shakes his hand, the height difference would be amusing if I weren't in a similar situation. Thor leans forward and mutters something I can't quite catch into Tony's ear. Tony starts, and his head turns towards me; his expression almost thoughtful. The powerful thunder god then rotates his body to face me; he stretches his hand out to me which I meet halfway. His hand closes around mine, a firm solid grip whilst he smiles at me contentedly. I smile back, but I can't help but feel as though my expression must be betraying some bewilderment because Thor's eyes are laughing.
He walks back over to Loki, and gestures to him to take the handle on the opposite side of the cylinder. Begrudgingly, the smaller god does as he's told, and places his hand on the golden handle. Thor glares at him, almost scornfully, and if I'm honest I think it would terrify me if he looked upon me that way. But Loki merely shrugs in his bounds, Thor looks back to us for a final time and smiles sadly, then twists the handle; Thor and Loki disappear into the sky in a blur of blue, green, black, and gold.
For a long moment, all we can do is stand and stare upwards. I'm one of the first to awaken from my daze, I turn to Steve and take his hand. He looks at me dazedly, but shakes my hand all the same. Slowly, one by one, we slip out of the dream and catch on. In a few minutes all of us are hugging one another and saying our goodbyes. Aside from those of us leaving together.
After about ten minutes we all disperse. Steve rides off on the motorcycle first; the thing makes a racket as it thunders down the road, and me and Natasha wave to him. When I twist back round on my heel, Tony is staring at me again, he smirks and gives me a thumbs up. 'What the heck?'
"So I guess this is goodbye for us too then, eh?" Natasha's voice brings me back and I swiftly turn my head to face her and nod. She smiles and I lean down to hug her.
"Yeah, I guess, but only for now. Fury will call us back most likely with a new mission in a few months at most..." I say, trailing off. I honestly don't know what else to say. She laughs contentedly.
"Well until then." And she pulls away and holds out her hand. I take it and we shake. Erik yells his final goodbye over to us, and we wave together once more; Erik Selvig gets in his car and drives away, undoubtedly wondering which new project to start now that Thor has gone.
Tony and Clint join us, they have already said their farewells, and so we swop partners. There is no hugging this time, or much of a conversation, simply because we haven't talked on many occassions; instead we just shake hands and nod farewell, each of us baring an undisputed, unrestricted smile. Tony on the other hand is making Natasha laugh as he says goodbye, 'probably coming up with some ridiculous remark about her and Clint' I think.
Our small group of four splits into two; Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff heading into Clint's black and purple car. And Tony leads me to his red convertible. I slide into the cream leather seating, it's smooth and soft. Tony slides in next to me, in the driver's seat. He pulls the key out of his pocket and slips it into the ignition. He looks at me smiling bizarrely, and it's then that I realise I'm staring. I feel a heat rising in my cheeks at being caught and swiftly face forwards. Tony shrugs as he eases the car into a fast but steady speed; he clears his throat and says,
"You're going to love Stark Towers you know." He begins, "The top ten floors all R&D, you'll love it. It's candyland!" He pauses before adding mockingly "However, granted, it currently needs a bit of maintenance work..." (A/N: At this point IamHulk said "Just like their bodies" winked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively) Tony throws me a cheeky grin accompanied with a sly wink.
"Sorry..." I mutter, with a smile. Tony doesn't seem to care that I've beaten up his tower with Loki's limp body.
"No matter, I'm me. I can build another one." He says with his signature 'I'm-richer-than-everyone' smirk.
"Just keep your eyes on the road, you immodest idiot." I grin broadly and he flashes me a hurt look, before laughing with me. Then the conversation seems to die for a while; the silence isn't entirely welcome, but it's not excessively uncomfortable either.