This is my first Avengers story so go easy on me please.
"Loki!"
Natasha's furious yell rang through the halls of the tower. Instantly, the avengers were on their feet just as the very pissed off Natasha rounded the corner. Loki was the only one who had not bothered to get up, and he sat back with a content smile on his face.
"You jerk!" she spat stalking toward him. Steve intervened, stepping in front of her and gently holding her back by her arm.
"What did he do this time?" Tony asked, coming around the corner, wine glass in hand.
"Why does everyone always think it was me?" Loki asked innocently, a smile on his face.
"You are the most mischievous out of all of us, brother." Thor pointed out from where he was seated on a bar stool.
"It's a safe assumption!" Natasha replied, jerking her arm rather roughly from Steve's grasp.
"What did he do?" Clint asked, looking up from one of the arrows he was trying to mend.
"He soaked my guns in water!"
Instantly the room was filled with the avengers laughter and Loki's eyes gleamed as he continued to grin.
"I think you owe Tasha an apology." Clint continued, only half-heartedly however, because he was concentrating on his arrow again.
"Natasha, I am sorry I soaked your guns in water," Loki paused then added, "I thought they were Barton's."
"What?" Clint looked up sharply.
More laughter filled the room and even Natasha cracked a smile as she turned to go back to her room.
"You know, I think we should have a prank war." Tony suggested as he filled the wine glass to the brim with Jim Beam.
Bruce, who was nervously typing at his computer, stopped suddenly and glanced up. He stammered, "A-a what?"
"Prank war." Tony repeated taking a long drink.
"Sounds like fun, you know, if your not the one getting pranked." Pepper piped up. Her phone rang loudly and she checked the caller I.D. She sighed and heaved herself off the couch and padded lightly into the other room, answering her phone tensely.
"You are all going to regret this." Loki said with a smirk.
"Most likely," Tony replied.
"Would there, uh, be rules?" Bruce asked with interest, taking his glasses off and folding them carefully.
"Don't kill one another sounds like a good rule for starters," Steve suggested, eyeing the glare Loki and Tony were exchanging.
"And nothing that will ultimately destroy Stark Towers," Tony added, "I already had to rebuild some of it once thanks to Reindeer Games." He gestured to Loki.
"You call me something like that then wonder why I despise you."
"Well I think it will be fun," Clint replied. "A good way to settle the score." he kept his eyes trained on Loki as he spoke.
"Then it is settled. The war will begin tomorrow!" Thor exclaimed with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"One of us better tell Spider." Clint replied, casting a glance down the long, dark hallway that led to Natasha's room.
"How about we just let her find out?" Bruce asked. When Clint gave him a hard stare, he added quickly, "You have to ask yourself, would you rather face the danger of waking her up, or just let her find out tomorrow?"
Clint paused for a moment. "She is a smart girl. I'm sure she'll catch on." he responded hurriedly.
"Fine. Tomorrow it is." Loki said, standing, and without another word, slipped into the hallway and disappeared into the darkness. Everyone in the room stopped talking and exchanged puzzled glances.
"You realize what you just did, right?" Thor asked Tony, who was staring wide eyed after Loki.
"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."
"Of all the bad choices in your life, this is a big one."
"How big?"
"Really big."
"What did I just do?"
"You just invited the god of mischief to a prank war."
Tony gulped, and the room was plunged into an uncomfortable silence.