Hey guys! So this is the second chapter, this is my first fanfiction that I've ever written, so it's probably not too good, but I'm glad you guys are willing to read it :D I'll probably have the next chapter ready in a few days, so until then, enjoy! Don't worry, I promise it'll speed up more soon. Thanks again!

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Bruce trudged back and forth throwing random assortments of notebooks, clothes, and tools into his miserably tiny suitcase, grumbling to himself. He wasn't really quite sure how Tony had convinced him to go along with this trip, but somehow he had gotten him to say yes. I can't believe I'm doing this right now when I have work to do. Bruce had planned to be working on some research that Director Fury had asked him to look at. Recently, some agents had retrieved some very strange information on a rather odd study of genetics from an anonymous sender. It was actually very interesting and he wanted to try doing some experiments based off of the information, but now he was being dragged off on some deranged adventure of Tony's.

Bruce sighed and looked down at the classified file. He bit his lip slightly and picked up the file with one hand. I can't just leave it here though…Bruce jumped slightly as he heard the elevator ding, and he made the quick decision to shove the file into the suitcase, under all of his belongings. Tony came in wearing a red crew neck shirt, a black blazer, black skinny jeans, and his favorite pair of sunglasses. He was on the phone, to whom he was talking, Bruce wasn't sure.

"Yup, Friday night, send the invites out as soon as possible babe….hmm, to who? Just send them to everyone on my other lists 'mmkay? Okay, I gotta go…." he tapped his foot looking rather annoyed, "seriously Pep, I gotta go; oh and wear that blue dress I like at the party alright. Thanks." He hung up and looked at Bruce and motioned to the elevator, "You ready to roll Bruce, the guys are all waiting downstairs; Loki and Thor just got here."

Bruce adjusted his glasses, even though they were perfectly fine; it was just an old habit from high school. "Uh, yeah, I just need to go grab my…" Before he could finish speaking tony was digging through the contents of his suit case with a disappointed look on his face. Bruce looked surprised and pushed Tony away gently, "Tony what are you doing, I just packed that!"

Tony shook his head, "This isn't what you need to bring." He kept trying to pull stuff out, and Bruce continuously threw it back in.

"Tony, this is seriously all I need, what more do you possibly want me to bring?" Bruce asked with his arms crossed as he looked at Tony expectantly. Tony looked up from his trouble making and smirked, "Like I said before Bruce, You're tip-toeing, you gotta strut," he pulled out his phone and typed something really quickly and smiled to himself smugly, "you are going to be picking up all the ladies this weekend, and you need to look good because no offense, but your taste in clothes kinda sucks." Bruce grimaced, even though he knew that was true, the comment still stung him a bit.

Tony started to walk over to the elevator and as the door opened, he placed his hand over it, to keep it from closing. He looked at Bruce and gestured to his mess off a suitcase, "Don't worry about that stuff, I just told Jarvis to pack you something more suitable," his smile was practically gleaming as he saw Bruce's obvious embarrassment, "Don't worry Bruce, you'll look great!" The doors were silently closing and Tony said rather quickly as a last thought, "Oh, but feel free to bring this stuff with you!" he said holding up the classified file, "it seems pretty interesting." Bruce's eyebrows rose in surprise and he took a step towards the door, "Tony! What the hell! That's…" the doors shut completely and Bruce whispered "mine…"

Bruce bickered to himself as he grabbed his notebooks and tools from the mess of a suitcase, and tossed them into a smaller backpack. If Tony's taking that, then I'm going to bring the rest of my stuff anyways. Bruce swung the backpack over his shoulder and pressed the button for the elevator, it opened almost instantly, and inside was a brand new, black leather suitcase with his initials engraved in gold on it. Bruce ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Leave it to Tony to torture me by picking out something totally flashy. The doors slide open on the family floor and an explosion of sound startled him.

It seemed like just about everyone was yelling or running around spastically, looking for various things. Clint was searching under the couch and snapping at Natasha, "Tasha, where is my retractable bow!" Tasha was reading a magazine and retorted without looking up, "You won't need it on your trip Clint, you're not gonna be doing anything fighting related, unless you try hitting on another girl, then you may regret not having your bow." Bruce grinned as he noticed the edge of the bow sticking out from Tasha's hoodie sleeve. Natasha noticed Bruce enter the room and nodded in greeting. Bruce nodded back and pointed at his own sleeve, Tasha's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise and she quickly adjusted her position and the bow no longer peeked out from her sleeve, she smiled, a silent thank you, and Clint continued to run around looking for his bow.

Bruce walked past the bathroom door, which was shut, but he heard yelling coming from inside. "Tony! The red still isn't out all the way!" Steve shouted worriedly. He heard Tony chuckle, "It looks fine! Only the tips are still kinda reddish." Steve muttered something that Bruce couldn't hear clearly, but it sounded like a string of curses and Tony laughing loudly, "You know, it wouldn't look so stupid if you just let me spike it a little bit." Bruce heard more bickering smiled to himself. He continued to the kitchen and was surprised to see Thor devouring pop tarts and Loki rummaging through the fridge. Oh yeah! Tony said they were here…

Thor looked up from his strawberry pop tarts and he grinned widely at Bruce, "Greetings Banner! It is good to see you!" He walked over with his arms spread wide, and gave Bruce a crushing hug. The air was knocked out of him and he huffed out breathlessly, "Nice to see you to Thor." Thor released him and backed away smiling and gestured to Loki, "Brother! Come give your greetings to Dr. Banner!" Loki's face peeked out above the open fridge door, glaring at Thor at first and then his gaze flitted over to Bruce and his gaze softened, "Greetings beastie," he said playfully and Bruce blushed slightly as he nodded and smiled, "Yeah, I'm glad to see you too reindeer games, how's Asgard treating you?" Loki shrugged and shut the fridge with a bowl of grapes. "Quite well I suppose," he popped a grape into his mouth and looked thoughtful, "If I can recall, the snake venom burned my eyes out about eleven times…" Bruce winced, "Are Asgard's punishments always that gruesome?" Loki nodded, "More or less, but yes, they usually are."

Just as their conversation ended, Tony came strolling into the kitchen and clapped his hands together, "Alright! You guys ready to roll?" Bruce nodded in response and then looked at Thor and Loki again; they were still wearing their Asgardian clothing. Tony noticed too and then frowned and gestured to the two gods, "You guys do realize that you can't just walk around like this, right?" Loki stood up with a smug look on his face, "Well, I know that Stark, give me a second!" Within a blink of an eye, Loki's armor had practically faded away. He was wearing a blue V-neck shirt, grey skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket; his hair had even become much shorter and rather curly. He grinned and posed dramatically, "What do you think?" Bruce and Tony looked at him, his magic never ceased to amaze them. Tony piped up, "Looking good Loki, what about Thor…"

Loki tapped Thor's shoulder and his armor faded too. He was wearing a red flannel, a grey vest, and dark blue jeans. Loki proceeded to tap Thor's head and his hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. Loki backed away from his good work and sighed, "There, he looks decent now I suppose. Bruce sniggered; Thor had hardly noticed the change as he had started his third box of pop tarts. Tony grinned and then began to walk away, "Okay, Let's hit the road gang!"

Bruce shook himself out slightly and breathed steadily, Okay, here we go….everything is gonna be just fine…right?