What up? This idea I'm super scared of. It came to me in a dream so I decided to share it. But I am scared. Very scared.

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The Avenger's mansion was quiet and dark. Steve tossed and turned in his bottom bunk trying so hard to fall asleep. Bruce snored above him.

Stupid budget cuts. He thought, thinking about the man that could easily turn into a huge green rage monster above him. A famous billionaire like Tony couldn't afford to "build another room for his office" so he had to move me out of my room and into here!

As he ranted on in his head about his problems a knock on the door startled him. He shot his head at the door.

"Steeeeeeevvvvve..?" Thor's voice echoed. Steve relaxed.

"What Thor?" He asked looking at the alarm clock that read 2:27am. Seconds past. No answer? He sat up wondering what just happened. "Thor?" He asked again. Nothing. Concluding that Thor was either deaf or dead he walked to the door, opened it and peered out. No Thor.

"What the hell?" He asked himself aloud.

"Rogers! Its 2:30 in the morning go back to bed!" Banner yelled from the top bunk. Steve went to bed completely confused.

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As Tony walked out of his room to get his breakfast he saw Natasha and Clint eating pancakes at the table. "And you didn't make any for me?" He asked putting his hands to his hips.

"We didn't make them." Natasha shot back pointing at the asgardian standing in the kitchen.

"Oh don't worry, Sir Stark! I shall make you these fine milking circles of deliciousness!" Thor cheered as he started to whip up another batch.

Tony glanced at Clint and Natasha. They shrugged.

Bruce and Steve walked in with hungry faces and sat down.

Clint glanced at Steve and chuckled. "Get any sleep last night, Rogers?"

Steve tiredly looked at Hawkeye, "Not really."

Thor skipped over and served the pancakes. When he sat down the tray he revealed his pink apron with hearts on it and the words. "Kiss The Chef". "I'd rather not" Clint said repulsively.

Thor clapped his hands together excitedly. "I have surprises for you!" he chimed and ran to a box in the corner. Tony, drinking a beer from the fridge, stared at the prancing asgardian.

"I have never been so terrified in my life." Tony stated. Thor ran back to us with the box and a huge grin the size Russia. And Russia is biiiiig.

"For you" Thor chanted as he handed each one of them something.

"This is kind of insulting," Bruce declared putting on the foam Hulk Hands Thor had handed him. "Are my hand really THIS big?"

Tony walked by him, "Bigger actually" he stated picking up the plastic toy Iron Man glove. "Just, why? Insult me, they shouldn't."

"Okay, Yoda." Clint teased Tony. Clint picked up the plastic arrow and foam arrows. "Mine is so much cooler…"

Cap held up the shield with the plastic disk launcher. "Why doesn't mine do that? Tony!"

"Uhh, sorry. Don't have the money for that." Tony replied unusually choppy. Obviously, a lie. But Steve didn't catch it.

Steve turned his head 90° to see a giant TV that looked expensive. "Is that a new TV?" he asked very annoyed. When the thought accured. He has the money. Just doesn't want to use it on me… then seconds later, the next thought: Why was Thor being more like a pansy than usual?