Finally! I think I said last Chapter that I had this Chapter finished and ready to post. Well…That was kind of a lie, wasn't it? ^^; Sorry for the wait, and I hope that this Chapter makes up for that. If you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, please point them out to me!

StoleTheSpider does not own the Avengers. Oh the things I'd make them do if I did…XD

Anonymous: Hehehe you succeeded… Thanks! I'm glad that you thought that it was funny! :D And…sorry for the really long wait on the update…^^; Hope you enjoy this Chapter as much as you did that last one! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Anonymous: Lol, this is turning… Glad to hear it! Hopefully you'll think that this Chapter is just as funny as the first one, even if it didn't come out as fast as I said it would. ^^; Sorry for your wait, and thanks for reading and reviewing. :)

Anonymous: What the bloody hell is… IHOP is a pancake restaurant down here in America. :) The IHOP name stands for International House Of Pancakes. I don't go there often, but I figure they specialize in pancakes and don't serve much else. I'm not really a fan of pancakes, so I don't think you're missing out on much in England! XD


"Sweet salty tasty-est, bacon and pancakey-est"

"Tony…" Bruce started.

"Big yawns are okay-"

"Tony. Really? Singing that ridiculous song isn't going to make the food get here any faster." Bruce sighed, cutting off Tony's rendition of the IHOP song.

"Don't be so negative, Banner. It just might. You never know." Tony smirked back.

Bruce just sighed again, placing his head in the palm of one hand as he rested his elbow on the table. Why bother wasting oxygen trying to convince Tony Stark to do something that he obviously wasn't going to do? The gamma scientist was starting to think that Pepper Potts was the only person on Earth who could order Tony around and actually succeed in making him do what she wanted. He'd have to ask her what her secret was the next time that he saw her. Maybe it was some kind of reward system? Maybe a big bottle of Jack Daniels if Tony behaved for longer than 24 hours?

Across from the exasperated and brooding scientist, Clint was absently doodling on the back of his paper table placement. Natasha, seated next to him, watched as her partner worked his way through drawing a couple sets of bows and arrows. The doodle that he was currently working on was an astonishingly realistic looking hawk holding a ferret in its beak. A ferret that had black fur and long, curved goat horns coming out of its head. And a cape. Natasha raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on the doodle.

"Are you happy now, Clint? We're finally here." she finally asked as she settled back into her seat with a smirk.

"Why yes, yes I am, considering how long it took us to actually get here. Now if only our food would get here as fast as Tony drives. Only then will I be truly happy." the archer retorted.

It had indeed taken the Avengers a fair amount of time to get situated in order to actually begin their drive towards the restaurant. As Steve and Tony were switching places up front, Thor called out from the back that he needed to use "the magical room of porcelain with ever flowing water". With much groaning and grumbling from the other passengers in the vehicle, Clint especially, the thunder god had climbed out of the vehicle and made for the bathroom. Bruce, thinking that Thor's brief departure was the perfect cover-up, tried to secretly start typing on a tablet that he had secreted away in his jacket pocket, only to be ratted out by JARVIS and have his tablet taken away from him by a scolding Tony. Thor had returned a moment later from the bathroom, and, with that, Tony fastened himself up in the driver's seat, made sure that the rest of the team was situated with their seat belts on, and started to back out of the Avengers garage. IHOP awaited. With Tony's maniacal driving, they had arrived at the pancake house in less than a minute.

There, a star-struck waitress had shown them to their seats and had passed out menus. Orders for food and drinks had been placed; now all they had to was wait. Considering the bulk of food that had been ordered, the wait was going to be a long one. Thor's order alone had consisted of at least three things from each section of the menu. Clint had wanted to order the same amount of food as the thunder god, but after a stern look from Natasha, settled on a simple pancake platter.

"Are you sure that they do not serve the ambrosia that is 'Poptarts' here?" Thor questioned anxiously. Ever since his girlfriend, Jane, had let him sample a couple boxes of the toaster pastries, the Asgardian couldn't get enough of them. The pantry back at the Avengers mansion had jumbo boxes of every single flavor ever known to man. Tony found Thor's Poptart obsession highly amusing and wasted no time in stockpiling the mansion with them, much to Steve and Pepper's disapproval.

"Yes Thor. I'm positive that they don't serve Poptarts here. It's not on their menus. See?" Steve sighed as he handed the thunder god a menu.

Thor looked thoroughly depressed as he eyed the laminated menu. "I was harboring under the hope that you were all thoroughly mistaken. It has been known to happen to your kind."

"Well, gee. Thanks Thor." Tony drawled.

Anything else that Tony was going to say was cut off by an ecstatic Clint as he practically shot up out of his seat, pointing at a couple oncoming waitress. "The food's coming!" He squealed, bouncing up and down in his seat a bit in his excitement.

And indeed it was. Many, many platters of food were currently heading their way as the unfortunate waiters and waitresses that bared the platters came closer. It took four return trips alone just to complete Thor's order. The table that the Avengers were sitting at was literally groaning with the effort of holding up the monumental amounts of food that had been placed upon it.

As the last plate was set down on the table, Tony let out an appreciative whistle. "Damn, Thor. You think you'll be able to finish all of this?"

"While it may not be Poptarts, I believe that I shall be able to consume this meal in its entirety." Thor answered confidently, and with that, starting digging into his meal with gusto. It was all Tony and the rest of the Avengers could do to cover their own food from flying pancake particles that Thor was throwing about as he devoured his meal. Vikings worshiped Thor back in the day; it goes to show that Thor would eat like one.

Stuffing another pancake into his already packed mouth, Thor picked up one of his empty plates and shouted out, "This cake…I like it…ANOT-!"

Immediately, the rest of the team jumped to action.

"THOR! NO!" they all shouted, throwing their hands up in an effort to stop the thunder god.

Thor froze.

Natasha put on her best scolding teacher face. "Thor? What did we tell you about smashing things when you like them?"

"That it was…indecent…and rude." Thor answered slowly, syrup dripping down his chin.

Tony smiled cheekily. "Correct. Now put the nice plate down. Gently. God knows the last thing I need is to be sued by some eighty year old woman because a bit of fake china plate got lodged in her eye because an overly enthusiastic thunder god really loves his pancakes. That wouldn't make a great case. And little old ladies are a vicious breed."

"Have a lot of experience with little old ladies, Tony?" Clink snarked around a mouthful of pancake.

"More than you'd think…"

Clint just rolled his eyes.

After the threat of Thor smashing the silverware passed, the rest of the Avengers relaxed and continued to eat their own food, occasionally casting glances at Thor in case he became excited and threatened to break something again. Several times Clint tried to mimic Thor's eating habits by shoveling forkfuls of his pancakes into his gaping maw, but was scolded by Natasha and forced to eat with more manners, much to Tony's amusement.

Surprisingly, the thunder god was one of the first to finish eating, followed closely by Clint. Stacks of empty, syrup covered plates surrounded him as he patted his stomach contently, watching as his teammates finished their own meals, albeit at a much slower pace. "This meal was quite satisfactory." he mumbled happily, stifling a burp.

"Better than Poptarts?" Bruce asked amusedly.

Thor thought to himself a moment before shaking his head. "No. Nothing will compare to the ambrosia that is Poptarts. They hold a special place in mine heart."

"Why's that?"

The thunder god beamed at the scientist. "Because my love Jane introduced them to me!"

Tony rolled his eyes and Clint fake-gagged. Next to Tony, Steve looked up from his own plate. "The check is coming." He announced as he watched the star-struck waitress that had seated them before practically skip over to their table.

"Quick! Clint! Propose to Natasha! We might not have to pay for this meal!" Tony whisper-shouted at the archer.

"What?! No!" Clint yelped, blushing a bit.

"I thought you were rich?" Bruce questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"Cheap. I'm a cheap rich person." The inventor answered matter-of-factly.

"Typical." Natasha grumbled.

"Too late." Steve smiled as the waitress approached them.

"Everything alright?" she asked. Nods from all at the table made her smile widen even more, if that was even possible. "Perfect! Here's the check! I hope to see you all again soon! Have a wonderful day!" she chirped, whipping their check out of her apron pocket and handing it to Tony.

Tony just glared at the waitress, who quailed under his stern gaze.

Steve, realizing what was going on, jumped to the poor girls rescue. "Uh, sorry. He doesn't like to be handed things. Here, I'll take it." He said apologetically to the waitress as he gently took the check out of her hands. "Do I pay up front?"

"What? Oh! Yes! Just follow me! I'll check you out. I mean, not check you out, check you out, but check your check out…I'll just…This way…" She babbled nervously, gesturing and smiling somewhat flirtatiously as she led Steve up to the front counter. The poor super solider was completely oblivious to the signals that the girl was sending off, and simply followed her over to the counter, smiling benignly.

The rest of the team was left to finish off the last bits of their meals and wait for Steve to return. Suddenly, Thor shot up from his seat, knocking the table back a bit as his knees slammed into it. The thunder god was starting intently at a man that was seated at the other side of the restaurant, eyes scrunching up he was staring so hard.

"Thor…Why are you staring at that man…." Bruce tried to follow Thor's line of sight in order to see who exactly he was staring at. He knew firsthand what the thunder god was capable of. The last thing that they needed was Thor to get offended at someone or something in the restaurant and completely level the place in his anger. Maybe all the sugar from the food was starting to affect him, causing him to anger easily, maybe even hallucinate. Who knew with Asgaridans? If that indeed was the case, they needed to get Thor outside as soon as possible.

"Thor knows he has a girlfriend right?" Clint stage-whispered to Natasha.

After a few more seconds of staring, Thor left the table completely and stalked over to the man that he was peering so intently at.

Getting a bit worried himself, Tony called out to the distracted thunder god. "Thor! What the hell! Leave the man to his pancakes! We got Poptarts at home if you're still hungry! Come on!"

Not listening to his comrades, Thor kept walking, mumbling "That man…his appearance reminds me of…" He was now inches away from his target, staring intently at him. The man himself was ducking his head, trying his best to avoid eye contact with the hulking Asgardian. Tony didn't blame the guy, and leaped up to come to the strangers rescue.

"Uhh…Sorry about him. He's…special…We'll just be going now." Tony yelled over his shoulder. "Steve! Hurry up with that check before Thor here brains this man with his hammer!"

Back at the table, Clint chuckled to himself. "That sounded dirty."

"Enough Clint." Natasha frowned, slapping the archer on the back of his head.

As Steve hurried to pay their check at the front counter, Thor suddenly bundled the stranger into a huge bear hug, thoroughly shocking the rest of the Avengers. "Loki! Brother! Why are thou here in this wonder house of flour cakes? Have you come to sample the delicacy that is cakes from pans as well?" He cried happily, gripping the stranger tighter as he spoke.

"Loki! What?! I thought he was back on Asgard? What's he doing here?!" Clint shouted, watching in horror as Thor finally let his brother go.

The stranger, who actually was Loki, staggered back a bit as he was finally released from his brothers crushing embrace. He took a second to adjust the three piece suit that he was wearing, wipe off some crumbs that had fallen on it, and fix his collar. With his appearance fixed to his liking, Loki glared at everyone around him, especially the members of the Avengers.

"If you must know…" Loki growled breathlessly, still recovering from his overenthusiastic brothers rib crushing hug.

Tony cut off the trickster. "Oh shit! Loki actually likes pancakes! Who woulda thought?" he crowed.

"If you will allow me to expl-" Loki tried again.

"Hey everyone! Loki, the God of Mischief himself, loves pancakes." Tony shouted gleefully, pointing at the shorter Asgardian as he did so.

"I give up." The trickster sighed, slumping into his seat, resting a weary head into one palm.

Bruce knew the feeling.

Walking back to their car, the Avengers pondered the events of the day. Seeing Loki at IHOP was completely unexpected. Thor is going to have a lot of explaining to do to Fury, Odin, and his teammates.

Settling into the car was much easier this time around than it was the first time, and Tony was on the road in seconds, driving at a speed that would put any NASCAR driver to shame. The only problem was that it was quiet. Too quiet.

Tony wasn't really a big fan of silence. He always had to have some form of noise going on around him, be it music, television, documentaries, or even an audio book or two. Currently, the silence in the car was too much for the brilliant inventor to bear, but he had the perfect plan to get rid of it.

"Ba Bum…Ba Bum Ba Bum Ba Bum….Aye Aye Aye…." Tony started singing, earning him strange looks from his teammates.

In the backseat, Bruce sighed. He seemed to be doing a lot of that today. "Tony…we're not going to all start randomly singing 'Crazy Train'." Steve shot Bruce a questioning look, but the scientist just waved it away. He could introduce Steve to the wonders of Ozzy Osbourne some other time.

In the driver's seat, Tony let out a dramatic sigh of his own. "It was worth a shot you talentless hacks. Your musical palettes are extremely lacking."

"I know several Asgardian songs of battle that we could sing." Thor chimed in hopefully.

"We're all good Thor…"

Thor sighed and slumped back into his seat in disappointment. Clint patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Too bad. Maybe you can sing them to Tony tonight when he heads off to bed. You know, like a bedtime lullaby or something." The archer smirked, casting a glance at Tony in the rearview mirror. The glare that he got in response would have skewered him like a shish-ka-bob if looks could kill.

The archer just snickered. He was full of pancakes and currently on a syrupy-sugary high. Nothing that Tony could do could scare him. Not at the moment anyway. If Tony wanted a revenge prank war, he would get a revenge prank war.

In the driver's seat, Tony read the cocky determination in Clint's smirk. Oh, it was so on. Just wait till they got back to the mansion. Being filthy rich and brilliantly intelligent really helped when it came to making devious pranks. Idle hands and all that. Clint wouldn't know what hit him. Maybe he'd start with something simple, like replacing every arrow in his quiver with trick arrows that sprayed silly string when fired.

Tony continued contemplating possible revenge pranks as he drove down the road, completely forgetting the silence in favor of plotting revenge.


Meh. Kind of a rushed ending. I just really wanted to get this posted for you all and I felt that I couldn't hold off on posting this any longer. Sorry if the ending was crap. ^^; Review if you'd like! If you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, please point them out to me! Thanks for reading! :)