A/N: Short one today, longer one tomorrow, ok? Thanks for reading!
Clint sighed happily as he reclined in his suite's office chair. What to do, what to do?
An hour later he was finally making some progress on knitting some fingerless gloves he'd started before this whole Loki mess, when a siren sounded in his room, and judging by the echoing down the corridors, in every other room in Stark Tower. "Avengers," Nick Fury's voice came through the speakers, "Report to the Helicarrier for immediate assembly!"
Clint took a moment to mourn his afternoon to himself before trudging out the door.
Three days later, Steve wandered into Thor's room, looking for someone who would help him use his phone without making fun of him. It would be easier to find Thor, he speculated, if he could figure out how to call him.
Movement in the corner of the room caught his eye. Colors and patterns danced on Thor's computer screen. Steve bent over the screen, and marveled as the colors resolved themselves into tiny people. Tiny versions of THEM.
Steve flipped open his phone, cursed as he realized he didn't know how to use it, and ran off down the hall.
"Bruce! Tony!" He yelled for the people most likely to understand - or have created - evil technology, "Anyone? You better come see this!"
