DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in here. I wish I did, but I don't.
The Avengers sat in a lonesome downtown café. They were quiet, the only sound from their glasses hitting the table and their forks touching their plates. They were in disguise, just wanting a quiet time away from crowds and fans and enemies. Though, it was not the quiet they wanted. This was an awkward quiet, since they had just finished discussing Natasha's recent mission where she had to seduce a man… But luckily, someone had spoken up, breaking the quiet.
"So, Tony," Steve began, twiddling his fork between his fingers and the table.
"What?" Tony asked, his mouth full of what seemed to be beef or some kind of meat.
"Did-"
"Is it true that you and Miss Pots got together last night?" Clint asked, leaning farther onto the table and raising his eyebrows. Natasha let out a small giggle, countered by a sneer from Tony.
"Where did you hear that, Clint?" Tony snapped, his sunglasses falling off of his face due to him slightly jumping at the archer.
"I have my people," he replied, smirking. Tony glared, leaning to pick up his sunglasses, which Bruce accidentally stepped on on his way to the bathroom. He let out a groan.
"Oops," Bruce said, pursing his lips and hurrying to the bathroom. He did not want to get in a fight with Tony, because it could end badly.
"Clint, you owe me new glasses," Tony grinned, coming back up to the table. He liked Bruce, and didn't feel like fighting anything green and angry.
"Why me?" Clint whined.
"Because you annoyed him, maybe?" Steve replied, slightly smiling.
"I believe that Banner would owe you the glass," Thor stated, chugging down a mug of coffee. "Another!" He yelled, holding back from throwing the glass onto the floor.
"I agree with Thor on this one," Natasha smiled, grabbing Clint's hand.
"Thank you, Nat," Clint said.
"I was the first to make the point," Thor mumbled, feeling ignored.
"Thanks Thor," Clint replied, seeing the thunder god's expression.
"You still owe me new glasses," Tony said, smiling. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Bruce coming back.
"Ah, Banner!" Thor exclaimed.
"Yeah, Thor?" Bruce asked.
"Do you believe that you or Barton should buy Stark new glass?"
"Uhh… What?" He asked, confused.
"We think you owe him new glasses. Stark thinks Clint owes him some," Natasha sighed, taking a sip of her lemonade.
In the distance there was a small boom, unnoticed by anyone.
"I crushed them, so-"
"Bruce, say no. Just have Legolas over here buy me new ones," Tony snickered. Bruce pursed his lips again and nodded.
"Fuck you," Clint muttered, sticking his tongue out at Tony.
There was another boom, this one louder and much closer.
"What was that?" Steve said, pushing out his chair and walking to the windows.
"Was it an explosion?" Natasha asked, pulling Clint up and to the windows. The rest of the group followed.
"I did not hear it," Thor said, looking out the windows and into the sky. "But what is that?" He asked, pointing to a black speck.
The speck came closer then spun to a different direction and disappeared.
"Probably Rhodes messing around," Tony said, squinting into the light.
"Guys, we have trouble. It's him," Clint said, pointing down the street. The speck was back, and traveling fast. It was coming towards them, it was close…
Time seemed to slow as it flew past the windows. A hover board of some sort was being used by a certain God of Mischief… Who was sticking his tongue out at them as he passed.
"Was that Loki?" Natasha asked, confused.
"Guys, suit up. Now," Steve commanded, running out of the café and down the street. The rest followed; they were headed for the Stark Tower. They had declared that as their base for now, seeing as if there were any more trouble they could get to it quick.
A small missile flew past the mischief's god ear, making a loud whiz. He let out a laugh before swerving his board up, flying higher into the sky. He reached the top of a building when something had hit his helmet- a bullet. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see a blue blob heading towards him- it was Cap. Cap tackled Loki onto the nearby building, punching him right in the left eye. The next punch went right through Loki. Loki rolled to the side and pushed himself up. Cap did the same.
"Stark, get up here," Cap said over the intercom, glaring at the god as he began to walk around.
"Already here, Stripes," Tony said in a slight teasing tone, but then aimed his hands at Loki. Loki continued to pace, glancing up at them every so often.
Loki stopped walking and stared to the horizon, muttering only one word. "Come."
Cap turned his head to where Loki was looking and saw more specks. About fifty of them. They drew closer and closer, until finally they landed next to Loki. They were some kind of aliens. He waved his hand and they flew off, going to attack the others.
"Good-bye," Loki laughed, jumping onto his board and flying off.
"Where is that good for nothing piece of shit?" Tony yelled over the intercom, blasting a few of the aliens.
"Maybe he… in hiding," Thor's voice crackled through the intercom.
"I think… scared!" Clint's voice sparked through. He shot an exploding arrow into an alien's head.
"Our intercom is… Loki… cut off…"Natasha said, trying to figure out the problem.
There was more crackling before a voice came in.
"Hellooooooo?" Coulson's voice sounded through the intercom.
"Coulson, where are you?" Cap asked, obviously worried.
"Just in the tower. I fixed the intercom for you. And guess- How did you get in here?"
"Coulson, are you okay?" Natasha blasted through the com.
Evil laughter was heard from the intercom. "You mortals are so stupid. Really."
"Loki, what have you done with him?!" Thor yelled through the intercom, getting ready to fly up there.
"I did not try to kill him… again. I just captured him," Loki's voice echoed through the intercom, a small chuckle following.
"To the tower guys!" Cap yelled, running toward Stark Tower.
As they reached the top of the tower, their anger had peaked. Coulson was unconscious on the floor- luckily not dead- as well as Pepper.
"What did you do to them?!" Tony yelled, blasting at Loki. He dodged and let out an evil laugh.
"Oh, they're not dead-"
"Quiet brother!" Thor roared, punching right through Loki's face, losing his balance as the mischief god disappeared.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?"
"Loki, stand down," Natasha said calmly.
"No."
"Do it."
"No."
"Now."
"No."
"Loki, do it now," Clint said, slinging an arrow into his bow.
"No," He replied once more, very annoyed now. He lifted his scepter and pointed it at the people before him, a grin flowing across his face. A bolt came from the scepter and was sent straight towards the Avengers.
There was a black puff of smoke.
"Shit," Loki grumbled, staring at the eight small children before him.