Author's Note:
Ok, just to clarify: This is my first fan fiction that I'm posting online, and I'm really nervous about it; I got the idea from a post on twitter/facebook saying that fans wanted a sitcom-like version of the Avengers, and that's where I got the idea from. It is more of a mix of all the Marvel characters I could think of to make it more elaborate. Hopefully you can enjoy it; the first chapter is very general, but it is meant to establish setting and character. Well, enough of my ranting! Enjoy~
Loud music could be heard for many blocks as the top of the apartment complex blasted music of all sorts at the top of the speakers' capacity. The city had gotten used to this activity after the few months of its occupants chaotic schedules, and the neighboring complexes rarely complained anymore. Not that complaining would stop them, anyway; they found that out the hard way.
Even at this late hour, the skyline of Chicago was alight and bright with liveliness, more so than usual. The din of the party overhead always brought curious paparazzi by the street more than once.
Two college girls walked briskly down the street, but stopped abruptly when they reached the flat. They stared in awe from across the street, smiling and subconsciously swaying to the beat of the music.
"It's too bad they won't let us any closer to the building," the first girl whined. She unconsciously stuck out her best pouty-lips in frustration as she strained to look up at the extravagant top.
"All of the Avengers live there," the second stated matter-of-factly. "Did you really expect anything else?"
"You mean the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and some of their friends!" the first corrected, giggling.
"Right…geez, if only we could meet them in person!" the second bit her lip in frustration.
"They're so secretive! I guess when you have as many fans as they do—and just as many enemies—you would have to be; imagine being tackled by mobs of fangirls and fanboys!" the first sighed, imagining herself in both perspectives. Her smile grew wild.
"You know, I just remembered hearing a rumor about Thor's brother living there too…it's kind of scary, after what happened in New York a while back…I'm not sure I trust him. Actually, let me rephrase that; I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."
"What power does he have there? They wouldn't let him stay there without being under constant watch." The first rationalized. "Besides, they must get along fairly well; they party at least once a month up there!"
"That's Stark's idea of fun. Did you know he had a hand in all of this? He built the majority of the complex, put all the money into it, and ran the idea by the government to let everyone stay there. As for their parties…they must be chaotic with so many of them in one place."
"So what?" the first jumped, barely able to contain her excitement. "They're so lucky; all they do is have parties and fun while we have to work!"
Inside, at the top of the complex, an annoyed Natasha Romanov sat casually, caressing a now empty bottle of Vodka. Clint Barton wasn't far away, and watched with hidden fear as she finished the large bottle in less than an hour. He walked up cautiously to confront her about it—just because she was born Russian didn't mean she was constantly drinking Vodka.
"You drank a bottle of Vodka on your own?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah…I think it's strange too…get me another one, would you?" Romanov replied, sounding more sober than what one would think was humanly possible.
They argued quietly for a full five minutes: Barton pried, trying to understand what was the cause of her drinking spree; Romanov stated over and over that she wouldn't speak anything about it until he retrieved another bottle for her. He reluctantly agreed and they moved to a calmer and quieter corner of the party to speak privately.
Just a seat over from the in-home bar of the suite was Logan Howlett, drinking beer like it was water. Not that it mattered; because of his mutated genes, he couldn't get drunk like everyone else. The cause for his excessive drinking tonight was most likely from the chaos the costumed schizophrenic on the opposite end of the room was driving him insane; he required constant watch, and Howlett was the only one that was trusted with the job. It was just his luck too. He took another large gulp before going back to his thoughts.
Next to him were Thor and Tony Stark, also drinking. Although he had learned the hard way not to get into a drinking contest with Thor, he still attempted to best him until he reached his limits. He was glad Pepper Pots wasn't there to see him in this state; she was busy that night, and wanted to catch up on a few things, but promised to come to the next one.
Thor smiled as he got a wild idea, most likely caused by the alcohol. "Man of Iron, I challenge you to a battle of strength."
"You want to arm wrestle again? I wouldn't advise it, Pikachu." Stark taunted.
"I don't understand…what do you mean?" Thor asked in wonder; he still wasn't up-to-date with Midgardian technology. "But that is beside the point; it sounds as if you are too scared to face me."
"No, no. I just don't want to replace the marble counter. Again."
In the end, they found another surface to arm-wrestle. To no surprise, Thor won, and the table they had used was shattered to pieces. He mumbled drunkenly about having to replace another item of furniture, but he staggered as he cleaned it up.
About thirty feet from the drunken wrestlers was Peter Parker, trying to calm down the schizophrenic Deadpool from destroying everything, mainly the ceiling and anything within a two-hundred foot radius; somehow, Deadpool had managed to sneak in a large tire and rope and had tied it to the ceiling. He was swinging haphazardly on it, singing "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus all the while.
"Calm down, Wade," Parker tried again in vain, using the name of his alter ego—Wade Wilson.
He continued to sing, "I came in like a wrecking ball~, I only wanted to break the fourth wall~". Needless to say, the song was painfully off-key, and even Barton and Natasha turned their heads mid-conversation to cringe and complain about the sound.
"I'll give you some chimichangas if you stop both." Parker sighed, though for multiple reasons.
"Oh! Chimichangas? Well, since you asked so nicely~" he jumped off the still spinning tire, awaiting a prize that wasn't going to arrive.
Meanwhile, Loki—Thor's adopted brother—was dancing alone in the corner, replacing the lyrics to most of the songs as he did so. For example: "Livin' La Vida Loki"; "I'm Loki and I know it"; and his favorite lyrics, "We're up all night to get Loki." Most of the parties he was dragged to ended up like this; Thor had hauled him over so he could be supervised. For good reason, too; although he could no longer use his powers, he was still eager to cause mischief and was always plotting a way of escape so he didn't have to stay in the confines of the complex while everyone else had the freedom to do as they pleased.
All Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner could do was watch in awe and disappointment at their fellow teammates. Although they were not opposed to parties, they felt that they could have been more than a little more responsible. They were beginning to regret this decision now, but never spoke about it except to each other.
At first, S.H.E.I.L.D. was not overly fond of the idea either; Commander Fury was the last one to be convinced, and he was more than reluctant at that. It wasn't so much the location as it was the occupants: Logan Howlett could go off at any minute and destroy everything inside; Bruce Banner and Thor could do the same, though it would take more to set them off; many of the others didn't have a great relationship with each other either, and many of the other heroes known around the globe kept to themselves and avoided the Avengers and their companions.
But the largest problem was Loki; everyone continued to have a grudge on him—even the fans he somehow managed to receive—and he was the cause that delayed the building of the complex. Stark began building it in secret—though it couldn't possibly be hidden for too long—while waiting for Thor and the others to continue their persuasion.
It made their reluctant decision easier when they realized that—based off of Thor's lazy explanation—that Odin, his father, had taken the majority of his powers in order to prevent his chaos to spread. They remembered that a similar process had been used on Thor when he was found in New Mexico, and trusted his judgment.
Fury's mind was only made up when he saw the dedication of the Avengers and the people they had befriended; they had a reason to work together and become stronger together should another threat come to invade. He was torn, but agreed to their terms as long as they kept an eye on the trickster.
But there were some days where Loki did succeed in slipping out for a few hours. He caused small moments of chaos before reluctantly slithering back into the apartment unnoticed.
Hooray for cliffhangers!~
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this short introduction...let me know what you think, and tell me what I can approve upon! I don't just do this for my own fun; I'd rather see others enjoy it!~