hey guys, i'm back, i know this chapter isn't as long, sorry about that. i originally thought it was much longer, since its 4 typed pages, buts its almost all dialogue, so, yeah.
also, i threw Loki into this chapter because he's fun and was needed in this chapter. maybe ill include a story of how he became good later on. for now, just accpet that fact that he is completely (or well, mostly) reformed and that the Avengers trust him, and that he lives in Avengers tower, ok? thanks.
also, if you haven't seen the Avengers gag reel, (then you've obviously been living under a rock) watch it. its absolutely hilarious. the full version isn't on youtube, so google it. enjoy and please review!

"Ha! I beat you all. Again!"

"Yes, Natasha, we know, you always beat us at Risk. Stop bragging." Clint complained.

All the Avengers were currently seated around the kitchen table, playing Risk. Or they had been, before Natasha beat them.

"I tire of this game!" Thor shouted. "Let us play a different one."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Of course you would want to switch. I defeated you entirely after two rounds."

"I put up a formidable fight!" The god of thunder yelled.

"Who's idea was it to let the god who tried to take over the world before play Risk?" Natasha asked to no one in particular. Everyone ignored her.

"Sure you did, sure you did," Tony smirked. "But Thor's right. This game is getting boring. Lets play something else."

"We would, Tony" Bruce said, "but you don't have any other games here, and Fury isn't letting us out again."

Clint groaned. "Again? How big is it this time?"

Bruce consulted the monitor showing the security footage from cameras throughout the tower. "I'd say about fifty or so. And loud too."

"Don't they just ever give up?" Tony groaned.

This time Clint smirked. "I thought you loved the publicity, Stark."

"Yeah, when there's girls falling all over me wanting to sleep with me. Not this!" he pointed to the cameras.

They al knew what he was referring to. Ever since the story had leaked out that the Avengers were staying in Stark tower, they'd been mobbed, morning till night. They could rarely leave the building. But it wasn't the usual press.

"Why couldn't these kids just go back to obsessing over Justin Beiber? At least he's closer to their age!" Tony whined. He stared at the fan girls blocking the doors of his building. Some held signs, with different Avengers faces on them. Some wore Avenger t-shirts. All were yelling, screaming, and chanting.

"Who is this 'Justin Beiber of whom you speak?" Thor demanded.

"An 18 year old boy who sings and still hasn't grown up. There are tons of little girls who are obsessed with him." Natasha answered.

"Ah. Not dissimilar to the ones who chant outside our tower."

"Yes." Tony grumbled. "And it annoys me to no end. Why can't I use the pepper spray guns on them? Or even the water guns?"

"Because Fury would kill us if we did." Answered Steve.

"That was a rhetorical question Rogers."

"Oh."

"Hey guys, we still didn't decide on a different game." Clint said, changing the subject.

"How about hide and go seek? You guys all hide, Thor lumbers around the tower looking for you, and I go take a nap!"

"Stark, remember what Fury said. Team bonding time."

"Shut up, Barton."

"Hey that's actually not a bad idea! How about a good game of sardines?" Banner suggested.

Natasha stared at him. "You want to play with smelly fish?"

They all stared at her. "You've never played sardines before?" Tony asked, almost aghast.

"Even I have played sardines before! Loki and I used to torture the guards our father put on us to keep us safe. It is the best of games!"

Loki grinned. "Ah. Those were fun. Remember when they had to get Heimdall to tell them where we were?"

"But seriously, Tasha. Never?" Clint asked.

"Didn't have much of a childhood, remember?" Natasha whispered to Clint.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry." He cleared his throat. "But anyway, this is how it works. One person hides, and everyone looks for them. Then, once you find them, you have to hide with them. First person to find them gets to hide."

"I have an even better idea."

"Stark, I don't like that look."

"Relax, Cap, relax. All I was going to suggest is that the person who wins the most rounds gets to pick dinner."

"I support this proposal!"

"Thanks, Thor. But you didn't need to shout. We're all right here."

"I guess that means I am too." Loki said, trying not to sound excited.

"I'm in." Clint said in a deep, serious voice that made Natasha snort.

"I guess I am too." Steve said with a sigh. "I haven't played this in years."

"Banner?"

"Alright, why not? I'm in."

"Widow?"

"C'mon, Tasha." Clint elbowed her. "It'll be fun."

"Oh, alright."

"Woohoo!" Stark cheered. "Now, who's first?"

"I am!" Thor shouted, as he sped off.

"Eh, doesn't really matter, this round will be over soon enough." Tony said, and the others nodded. They all knew about Thor's inability to keep quiet.

They waited 2 minutes before going in search of the demigod.

"Ok, so this wasn't as easy as I thought it would be." Tony admitted to Bruce and Steve a half hour later.

"No kidding." Bruce said. "Have Barton and Widow had any luck?"

"Nope." They'd broken into teams after the first ten minutes, realizing the game was incredibly boring when you're combing a building with 107 floors alone.

"Yeah, who knew Thor would be so good at this game?"

"Not me. Hey, have you heard from Loki?"
"Nope. Let me ask the others. Clint," Steve asked, pressing a finger to his earpiece, "any sign of Loki?"

"Negatory." Came the response.

"Man, I'm going to kill those two."

Meanwhile, in Thor's room…

"Brother, this is probably the best idea you have had all day." Loki said, as he drifted off to sleep on Thor's spare bed.

"Agreed. But we really have Stark to thank for this one."

Loki smirked. "Right. Remind me to thank him later."

"I will try to, brother. Good night."

"Good night."

Needless to say, when the other found the two of them, an hour and a half later, they were upset.

"Can't believe them." Tony was muttering. "That was my idea."

"I can't believe I didn't think of it before." Bruce said.

"It's actually not a bad hiding spot." Natasha admitted.

"Now," Clint asked with a wicked smile, "how do we wake them up?"

"Bullhorn?" Tony suggested.

"Nah. How about tickle torture?" Bruce suggested.

"No. Remember how it turned out the last time we tried that?" Steve reminded them. They all winced. "How about the old fashioned way-buckets of ice water?"
"No, not good enough." Clint thought for a moment. "Aha! I've got it!" he whispered the plan excitedly to them.

Tony grinned. "You do realize Fury will kill us for this, right?"
Natasha snorted. "You of all people, are scared of Fury? And besides, it'll be worth it."
"Good point. Hey Bruce, check to make sure the surveillance camera is on. I've got to get something from downstairs."

A few minutes later, Tony was back, but he wasn't alone.

"Alright, keep quiet, and walk into that room. Then just do your thing."

A moment later, they all heard shrieks coming from Thor's room.

"OMG, its Thor and Loki! OMG! I can't believe it!" they saw camera flashes going off from underneath the door crack.

"What is the meaning of this?" They heard Thor grumble.

He flung open the door. "Son of Stark, I am going to kill you."

Loki was right behind him. "Who's idea was it?" he had a dangerous look in his eyes, and there were green sparks coming off his hands.

They all jumped back and pointed to Barton. "No, no, it was all Stark," Clint tried to stutter. Loki ignored him. Both his hands were now encased in balls on green light now.

"Umm, guys," tony butted in, "hate to break up this love fest, but we still have company."

They all turned to stare at the three fan girls standing motionless behind them. Everyone stood there, not moving.

Tony broke the silence. "Alright you three, lets get you back down." He shepherded them to the elevator and sent them down.

Loki glared at the inventor. "You did fry their media chips on the way up, correct?"

"Yes, Loki," Stark sighed, "What do you think I am, an amateur?"

The god of mischief breathed a sigh of relief. "No, I'm am simply insuring that my sleeping face does not appear all over your internet tomorrow morning. As for you," both gods turned back to Clint.

"Brother," Thor put a hand on Loki's shoulder "we can deal with him a different time. I have a better idea."