I originally posted this on Tumblr, they're a series of drabbles so some are longer than others. I'll post it there more than on here. they are tagged under 'timejumpdrabbles' if any want to read ahead.

Here you go. This is what I do at work, think of very intricate plots and lovey dovey romance shit. And sexy men, but that's irrelevant.


It was a fairly normal day in Avengers Tower, nothing was being blown up around the city so everyone was allowed an easy day. Lazy day, they called it. Tony was off in his workshop, Bruce in his lab, occasionally talking to Tony on one of the video communicators they'd set up. Steve was off in the gym, pounding away at a poor defenseless sack of sawdust. Clint and Natasha were off doing who knew what, they disappeared sometimes. Thor was trying his best not to break the kitchen, all he'd wanted was a pop tart.

Of course, Director Fury was irritating as always, as far as Tony was concerned. But that was to be expected, while the day was easy it was not truly 'lazy' as every single one of them (save perhaps Thor) were tense to the point of cramps.

Only a few weeks ago, Thor had dropped a bombshell on them, or a thunderbolt, depending on which metaphor one preferred. Thor had told them Loki was to be punished by staying with them. In the Tower. The council along with Odin had decreed that instead of the normal punishment for such a crime committed Loki had to stay on Midgard, and help in the rebuilding efforts of what he'd almost destroyed. Thor had been overjoyed. Loki had wanted to jump off the Bifrost. Again.

The backlash at this had stumped Thor and gotten Loki to roll his eyes, the latter had still been gagged so he could not make any snarky comment. The others gave a whole slue of reasons as to why Loki should not be in the Tower, let alone out with other people, helping with the clean up- insane, murderer, dangerous- but he was harmless, he didn't have any of his magic, or any of his god like powers, so he was harmless…mostly.

After much haggling and shouting and many threats of violence, the other Avenger's agreed to house the fallen god, much to said fallen gods' displeasure. He'd been hoping for them to put up more of a fight, goodness knew he knew they were capable.

But alas he was stuck, he would have to deal. As much as he absolutely despised admitting it, but he was glad for Odin's punishment. This way, he could get back at the mortals in any way he could while he was here. But for the moment, he was mostly confined to his rooms, as none of them trusted him to be out of his rooms without supervision.

So he was surprised when he found Tony Stark had come to get him, not for anything fun, but because he wanted to use him to study to block magic. Loki told him he didn't have any at the moment so that would not prove very helpful, Tony still made him tag along. Loki found out half way through it was really only so Tony could poke and prod at him.

"You find far too much joy in using me as a lab rat, Stark," he said dryly, spinning around in the office chair that Tony never used but kept down in his workshop anyway.

"I don't think there can ever be 'too much' when it comes to finding it at your expense," Tony replied, Loki couldn't help but smirk, he had liked Stark, in a 'I would have killed you last' kind of way, he'd been fairly disappointed when his scepter hadn't worked on him. But alas, even he didn't always get what he wanted. In fact it was rare he got what he wanted at all. But that was a story for a different day.

"Oh, you wound me. I am hardly such as one of your experiments or…machines, you can not discover how I work from simple prodings and… 'scans', I am far more complicated than that," he said and then put his foot down, ceasing the spinning, placing his chin in his hand, and gazing at Tony with mild interest. He looked regal, even if he still had large metal cuffs on his wrists, blocking his magic.

Tony finally glanced up at him, "Are you now?" he asked back, sounding highly amused, "Are you going to tell me what makes you tick?" He asked and Loki shrugged.

"Perhaps….or perhaps I should make you guess? Or you may simply find out the easy way," he said and stood, walking over to Tony calmly, but with the grace of a panther, looking more like he was stalking prey. Of course Tony picked up on that so he tensed, but Loki stopped, not even a foot away. He only smirked.

"And what's the 'easy way'?" Tony asked cautiously, Loki opened his mouth to reply and was interrupted by a loud thump from directly above them, and then an even louder swear.

"What was that?" Tony murmured, and then rolled his eyes, "Probably Clint falling from the ceiling again," he said and then shrugged, using the distraction to turn away from Loki and go back to what he was doing.

"Does he have a habit of doing so?" Loki asked, sounding curious and a little like Thor, Tony's lip twitched but he shrugged.

"Well if he falls asleep up there yeah, but not usual-" he was cut off by Jarvis.

"Sir, there may be…matters to attend to in the common room."

Tony glanced at Loki who shrugged, he didn't have anything to do with it.

He sighed and moved towards the elevator, but then waited for Loki who he didn't want behind him, Loki gave him an extravagant eye roll, but walked in front of him into the lift.

What they found was not Clint rubbing any random body part because he'd fallen asleep while sneaking, instead they found two teenagers tangled together on the floor groaning like they'd just been thrown through a wall.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, stepping out of the elevator from behind them. Tony glanced at Loki again. The former god looked offended.

"It wasn't me," he said, trying to look innocent and failing, "I do not find amusement in bringing strange adolescents into your home." Tony sighed.

"Right…" then he took a step towards them, they were now bickering at each other, he waited a moment before speaking to hear what they were saying.

"…my fault that we landed here! This is where he sent us!"

"No, but it's still your hand on my boob!"

"That's gross."

"Then move your hand!"

"I can't you're crushing me!"

"Are you calling me fat?!"

"Just get off!"

"Excuse me," he watched both teens go stock still, "Is there a reason you're getting the young love out on my living room floor?"

"Ack!" the two of them separated with a jolt, the girl was up on her feet in a second while the boy just groaned on the floor, covering his flushing face with his hands.

"Why me…?" the boy groaned, the girl rolled her eyes, giving Tony the impression he'd met her before.

"Get up, dork, you're making a bad first impression," she said, and he sighed sitting up, plucking his glasses off the floor and putting them on with the same flair as someone else Tony had seen. It was like he knew these kids.

"This shouldn't be my first impression…my first impression should be in about-" he glanced over to the wall, a calender placed on it by Pepper. How the kid had known- "-nine and a half years, yours in ten."

"…you're such a geek…" the girl murmured, but there was no sting in it, she sounded more resigned than anything, then she coughed, "Right, ah…well…you see…" she frowned trying to search for words that wouldn't come.

"I told you we should have talked about this before we left," the boy muttered.

"Oh can it," she grumbled, "Branden the man with a plan," she threw her arms up then she grumbled some more, Tony thought he heard French and some Italian in there somewhere too.

"Okay! So, here's the deal! We're from the future, we came to change it because apparently some fuckwad decided to fuck us all over," she said, the boy-Branden apparently- groaned again and flopped back to the floor.

"Remind me again why I put up with you?" Branden asked, and was resolutely ignored.

"So, you've gotta help us change it so Le- er…well so people don't die, and so the fuckwad doesn't win, okay? You're the…Avengers even though that name is so last century, you're supposed to stop the bad guys, so…you're going to help. Yeah. That's about it."

Tony shook his head and looked back at Bruce who was looking just as lost as he was, Loki was just looking amused.

"Well, this is going to be exciting."