Hey fellow earthlings! I'm back with chapter 2! Aren't you happy? Anyways, I got some reviews, and that makes me happy! You like it when I'm happy cause then I update quicker :D Thanks to . . , Ramonks33, nickypooh, Miss America of the USA, and anon reviewer I Be Sporks for the kind words.

Now some of you want Loki and others think it should be more centred on Tony and Steve. So I shall compromise, Loki will be in the story, but he won't be a main character. I'm not going to make this story an angsty drama (cause you gotta admit Loki's got a lot of baggage xD) I'm just going to give him small roles where he can play pranks and stuff so that Tony can write about him. I'm also going to have Loki show up sometimes to make Steve's life hard (poor poor Stevie).

Disclaimer: I think spiders are cute, dirt tastes good, I own the Avengers, and my sister can fly. *totally lying*

Enjoy!


The archer's smile disappeared quickly, "Loki's coming."

Tony threw back his head and laughed, "No he's not. Nice try though."

Clint crossed his arms, completely serious, "He's on his way as we speak. According to Thor Loki has served his sentence and is now allowed to do as he pleased once more. Lucky us the first thing he chose to do was come back to earth. The others are on the roof, waiting for his attack."

"Let's get up there before he arrives," Steve ordered, pushing the inventor to the elevator, he turned back to see Barton still standing where he was before, "Clint, Come on!"

The archer grinned and jumped up, disappearing into the vent. Stark blinked, "How did he do that?! That vent is vertical, there's nothing for him to hold onto up there."

The captain rolled his eyes but didn't answer, he didn't know either. When the doors opened again to reveal the roof, the two men ran out to join the other Avengers. Tony looked both confused and infuriated to find Clint had made it there before them somehow. Natasha looked over and opened her mouth to speak when a flash of green interrupted her. The Avengers where all temporarily blinded for a moment, but when their vision came back, Loki wasn't in sight.

"He's here," Bruce said solemnly, "but where?"

Rogers narrowed his eyes, switching to Captain America mode, "Keep an eye out and do not let him surprise you. Spread out and search the tower."

Natasha and Clint instantly crawled back into the air ducts, the archer throwing a mocking grin at Stark who replied with a rude gesture. Bruce took a couple deep breaths and calmly walked towards the stairs, the others would not be able to escape if he hulked out in the elevator.

"Where's Thor?" Tony asked, having Jarvis stand by in case he needed his suit at a moments notice.

Steve shrugged, "I think he's still on Asgard," the elevator stopped and he walked out, "be careful Stark."

"If you looked in the dictionary under the word careful would be my name."


Bruce glanced around the hallway and sighed, he'd checked two floors so far and there was no sign of the god. Maybe it had been a false alarm, but that green smoke had to mean something. The scientist glanced into a nearby mirror as he walked past and did a double take once what he saw clicked in his head. Going back to mirror, Bruce saw only himself. 'That's funny,' he thought, 'I could have sworn I saw Loki looking back at me the first time...'

Banner turned the corner and almost ran right into Tony, he put a hand over his heart, trying to calm his racing pulse. Looking down, Bruce noticed that the billionaire had tripped backwards, startled, and had fallen to the ground, knocking his head against the floor.

Tony accepted the offered hand and got to his feet, wincing at the pounding in his skull, "Looking a little green there Brucie."

The doctor rolled his eyes and turned into the kitchen, his friend trailing along behind him. Banner stopped dead in the doorway causing Stark to ram into his back, but it hardly fazed him. There, in the middle of the kitchen, was Loki. The god turned and smiled warmly at them, mischief dancing in his eyes. Both Avengers jaws dropped when they finally took everything in. The oven was on, ingredients and used dishes were strewn about, a container half-filled with warm shortbread cookies was sitting on the counter, and Loki was kneading some mixed batter into different shapes on a baking sheet while wearing a pink apron.

Bruce didn't know how long he and Tony stood there for, watching Loki work, but by the time the second batch of cookies were in the oven, all the Avengers had gathered in the doorway. Clint raced forward to tackle the god but Loki simply picked up one of the cookies and shoved it into his attacker's mouth. Barton stopped abruptly and Loki took the opportunity to patted the archer on the head like a dog and simply poof away, leaving behind a confused group of superheroes

"Well he could've at least cleaned up this mess," Tony grumbled, looking around at his -not actually that messy- kitchen. It appeared Loki was somewhat OCD, considering everything was lined up and the counter was clean from any batter that may have fallen on it. Only traces of flour around the work area and dirty dishes showed the god had been baking. 'Loki had been baking,' Stark couldn't quite wrap his mind around it, repeat the words again and again in his head.

"Clint!" Natasha said sharply as the other agent reached for another cookie.

"What? They're good."


There had been no further sign of Loki, and so the Avengers relaxed after a while and went to bed. Tony woke up around eleven and was sitting in his room, a plate full of cookie crumbs beside him. Sure it wasn't the most healthy of breakfasts but it was still nutritious enough in Stark's eyes. Romanoff had deemed the cookies to be safe last night and so the genius had snatched some up that morning and disappeared back to his room. Apparently they weren't poisoned, which was good in his opinion, but if later on he found out there was a spell on them and he got affected or sick, he was going to wring the god's neck. Stark put the machine he was fiddling with aside, and grabbed his journal. He opened it to a blank page and barked out a laugh. There, where he would've written his next entry, were the words LOKI WAS HERE sprawled across the page. He stopped laughing when he realized that it meant Loki could've been in his room while he was sleeping. Tony shook his head and flipped the page, deciding Loki had done it while they were searching for him last night, that option made him feel more comfortable, and he began to write.

May 10, 2012

Welcome back unintelligent normal people. Your favourite guy, Tony Stark, is here again. I know you're excited but please, calm down. It would not be good if you had a heart attack before you could read my awesome entry, you will learn much I assure you (so pay attention Cap).

Fact 1: The floor hurts. I banged my head off of it and found it's really painful to do so.

Fact 2: Clint can defy the laws of gravity. Somehow he went straight up a vertical vent. There was nothing to hold onto yet he shimmied up anyway. I think he might be Spiderman's cousin.

Fact 3: Loki enjoys baking. He also seems to like pink. And he makes really good cookies.

Fact 4: Capsicle's a prude.

Fact 5: Playing board games is not a good idea. My fellow Avengers all cheat (of course I don't, I just win because I'm so smart). Except for Spangles, he actually plays by the rules (where's the fun in that?) and usually loses because of it.

Fact 6: I have noticed everybody (including myself) tends to lock themselves in their rooms whenever Legolas says he's bored. It might have something to do with the fact that he starts throwing and shooting stuff at us. He says he's just testing us and wants us to always be prepared in case of a possible attack.

Fact 7: Without Pepper, our team would be in shambles and my tower reduced to rubble.

That is all I will write today for I am eager to get Spangles out to a club again. Last night was so much fun, watching him squirm uncomfortably. Maybe I'll take him to the Devu Shar this time...

Tony snickered to himself, and was about to put the journal away when a knock came at the door. Getting up he opened it to reveal the good captain himself. The playboy grinned, "What's up Rogers?"

"I want to make sure you've upheld your end of the deal so far. Aren't you hungover from last night?"

Stark walked over to his desk and handed the journal to the soldier, "Here you go of ye of little faith. And no, I didn't drink enough, I have a high alcohol tolerance believe it or not."

Steve simply shook his head and left, heading to the living room so he could read in peace.


Tony was working in the lab with Bruce when he heard the cap, "Stark!" Diving under the table the genius sent a pleading look to his science buddy not to rat him out. Bruce simply sighed and continued working until Rogers burst into the room.

"Hello Steve," Banner said politely.

"Where's Stark?"

The doctor tilted his head as if contemplating, "I'm not quite sure. Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to return his journal and let him know I'm not a mother-hen, he just doesn't bother to take care of himself so someone's got to make sure he eats and sleeps."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, an amused smile spreading across his face. Tony crawled out from under the table and took his journal, "Thanks."

"So..." Steve shifted from one foot to the other, "Why did you bang your head on the floor?"

The inventor groaned, "Well obviously I didn't do it on purpose. I ran into Banner here and fell. Now come on, I know what club we're going to." He walked out, gesturing for Rogers to follow him.


The Devu Shar was very similar to to the club from the other night Steve noticed, flashing lights, loud music, and dark corners. Once again the two men went up to the bar for some drinks. The soldier watched as girls instantly flocked towards them like vultures to a dead animal. Many of the young ladies were drunk, others were infatuated with the heroes of earth.

"Hehehe," one of the girls laughed, hiccoughing occasionally, "What's up handsome?" she clung to his arm, instantly causing the other women to hang off of him too. Steve grew uncomfortable quite quickly. He watched with pleading eyes as Tony got up and went to the dance floor, a lady on each arm. Rogers sat for a while, ordering another drink and trying, unsuccessfully, to pry the girls off of him. As soon as one of the women brushed a hand under his shirt to feel out his abs he'd had enough. Standing quickly, the captain rushed away, most of the ladies too drunk to keep ahold of him.

Steve hid in one of the corners, and watched as the women looked around for him. He breathed a sigh of relief, sinking against the wall. Looking over he suddenly noticed a couple making out not half a foot away from him. They seemed unaware of his presence and Rogers took to opportunity to slink away. Suddenly Tony was racing towards him, shouting something unintelligible. Steve was able to make out what he was saying when he got closer.

"Let's go let's go let's go!"

It was then that the hero noticed the large, angry, tattooed man behind the billionaire. Rogers ran alongside Stark, racing out of the club. They turned many corners until the man was no longer chasing them. Tony sighed and leaned against a nearby tree, "Well that was close."

"I probably could've taken him." Steve protested.

The playboy laughed breathlessly, "Starting a fight in a club would be like starting a bar brawl. Soon everyone's fighting and throwing things at each other. Even if they have no reason to, they so drunk it doesn't matter. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about, that's why I ran."

The Avenger's leader said nothing, looking up to the sky where only a few stars could be seen through the polluted New York atmosphere. It was in those few distracted moments that Stark was hit. Hearing a crash, Steve whipped around in time to catch Tony as he crumpled to the ground. The man from the club was there, holding the remains of a rum bottle. He caught the captain's eye and grunted, turned around and left, he had nothing against Rogers.

Sighing, the soldier dug out Stark's cell, calling Happy to pick them up. Once their ride came, he hoisted the genius into the backseat. Steve looked at his old fashioned watch and deducted that they had stayed at the Devu Shar for about thirty-five minutes. 'Better than last time,' he thought absentmindedly.


Tony groaned, he had a major hangover. There was something soft beneath him which he concluded was his bed. He was in his room, which was good. Opening his eyes, the inventor let out a shriek (a manly one mind you). A pair of emerald green eyes stared right back at him, amusement dancing in their depths.


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