AN: So this is a little crack fic that was inspired by my sister. I just had to write it. So this is the product of not being able to sleep, and having a Marvel marathon all night with your sister and best friend! It's like less than 300 words, so it's tiny! Have fun! XD
"Tony what are those?" came Bruce's voice.
"Brownieswhatelsecouldtheybe," Tony slurred. Bruce simply nodded and stared at the sparkly, iridescent, brown glop.
"Are you positive Tony?" Steve said giving the pile of mush a good poke for extra measure.
Tony nodded before stumbling to refill his wine glass.
"Pepper! Tony's drunk again," Bruce yelled.
Steve was positive they were moving.
"What is the source of the outcry that has awakened me from my rest?"
"Tony's intoxicated and made what he thinks are brownies." Bruce said with his eyes closed.
Thor eyed the iridescent goop.
Pepper entered the kitchen to find that the loud group had not noticed Natasha and Clint drinking tea watching everything play out.
That's it. Steve was CERTAIN it moved.
Pepper looked at the group and felt like face palming. Tony was holding two knives in a way that made it look like he had antlers, and Bruce was questioning Tony, and Steve was poking the substance, while Thor was just staring confused.
In a loud voice Tony proclaimed, "THE BROWNIES SPARKLE BECAUSE I AM LOKI!" Needless to say the whole team simply stared at him before Thor began to list reasons why he is not Loki, and Pepper simply threw away what Tony called brownies, and dragged him out of the room. Natasha looked at Clint, and said in a quiet voice, "What's wrong with our team?"
AN: So how did you like it? Wasn't joking when I said it was tiny…. My sister actually said Tony's last line. She's insane. Review!
P.S In case you didn't know, this is what Tony slurred. "Brownies. What else could they be?"