A/N: Wow, so many reviews already? I honestly did not expect it for this fic. XD

AlexHolmes: Haha! I love it!

Who shall win the hug war?!

I can't wait to read more!

We'll see what we shall see for the winner… *smiles knowingly*

Guest: Pleaseeee write more of this!

And indeed I will! Thanks for the review!

guestgirl:This is gonna be awesome...please update soon!

Aw yeah! I'm just gonna have so much fun writing this fic...so much fun… *smiles evilly and rubs hands*

Sweet-Strawberry-09: more this is funny

Really, that's what you think? Why thank you! :D

torchil:This sounds really adorable. I can't wait to see if anyone wins the bet!

Haha, thanks!

~Chapter Two~

Tony stares up at the ceiling, his mind already racing to think up of a game plan to win the bet. Besides him, sleeps Pepper, her soft and even breathing heard like a rhythmetic beat. Interrupted occasionally by a loud snore, which Tony found seriously endearing. He gives out a sigh, stretching out his arms. He wouldn't be so winded up about this, if Clint hadn't raised the stakes…

EARLIER THAT DAY…

"So it is a bet! We will see who shall give my brother Loki the HUGS." Thor proclaims, a huge ecstatic grin on his face.

"Just so you know guys, Pepper told me that I'm quite the good hugger, so watch your backs...because I'm totally going to beat all of you." Tony says to his friends with a cocky smile. "I'm so going to hug Loki first…!" He sees the smirks and smiles of the others, and pauses. "Huh. Never thought that I would ever say that...there's a first for everything!"

Clint gives Tony a jaunty smile. "You're right. There is a first for everything...Because what the hell kind of bet are we having if there are no certain penalties that would be made, eh?" A glint of malice is seen in Clint's dark eyes, as he surveys the group. The rest give him confused and cautious looks.

However, Tony is interested. "Elaborate, elaborate." He says, as he pours himself some brandy.

A grin widens on the archer's face. "I'm saying that when the rest of us lose, there should be a punishment penalty...for example, if Thor were to lose...well, I recall reading some Norse legends lately. And one of them was a legend about Thor dressing up in a wedding dress to marry some giant. In the end, he killed the giant and his friends. While doing it all in a wedding dress." Clint pauses, glancing at Thor with a smug smile.

The Avengers couldn't help but chuckle at this and look questionably at Thor. He flips his golden locks, his confident air not wavering at all. "I believe that I looked quite 'fabulous' as you mortals would say. I did it—FOR HONOR!" Thor yells, flipping over the coffee table. Tony does a spittake, falling to his knees once again.

"No…! My state of the art custom made mahogony table imported directly from Switzerland...wrecked…" Tony says mournfully, gazing at his dead coffee table's broken legs. Bruce could only pat his back in comfort, while the others once again ignored the death of Tony's precious possessions.

Clint continues, "So if Thor were to lose the bet, his punishment is to crossdress in a pretty pink fabulous wedding dress—wearing make-up!" The archer quickly adds on, and smiles in triumph seeing the rigid, horrified face of the Asguardian. "And, he has to wear the outfit when we're called in to fight the next guy who's so eager to take over the world or something."

The Avengers hesitate, truly thinking about what Katniss—ahem, Clint said. Except for Steve, the only possibly sane one in the group. He groans, running his hand through his wavy blonde hair nervously. "Oh no, you guys aren't really considering this, are you?" He takes one glance at Tony's excited expression and knew it's all over. "Oh. Oh you are considering this…"

Tony, clearly over the death of his coffee table, his hands quite pumped up. "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, Merida is onto something!"

"Damn right—oh c'mon, Merida? Seriously?"

"Let's move on to the Cap, shall we?" Tony says, turning to the patriotic hero. Steve stares down at Tony, giving his best stern look. It doesn't work. Of course...Tony flings a hand over Steve's neck, very casual.

"Dear ol' Mister America's punishment here, if he were to lose the bet...is that he has to sing the Star Spangled Banner in the next Yankees' baseball game!"

The Avengers cheer and nod eagerly at Tony's suggestion. At this point, Steve's face is the shade of beets. "Really? Seriously?" He says stiffly, in his straight posture. "Just what makes you think that I want to join in on this…?"

Clint answers Steve easily. "You get to make up Stark's punishment."

"I'm in."

Tony moans, giving a glare at both Steve and Clint. Clint winks at Tony. "I love you too."

Captain America considers the almighty, egostistical, billionaire's punishment. "Okay...okay…" An evil idea spins in Steve's mind. He's not one to do something so devious, but a bet's a bet. "If you were to lose the bet Stark, you would have to go live with the Amish for an entire week. In a loghouse. With no technology. Jarvis. Computers. Nada. Zilch. None." An unnatural malicious smile spreads on Steve's face that kinda creeped everyone out.

Tony's jaw drops open. "Say what nooooowww?"

Steve sits back, feeling more satisfied than he ever felt before.

"IT IS MY TURN TO GIVE THE PUNISHMENT, IS IT NOT?!" Booms out the voice of Thor. The Avengers swear that the whole floor shook for a few seconds. Thor strokes his golden beard, thoyghtful. "Haha! Friend BRUCE!" He hollers, smacking the back of the scientist.

"Oof!" Banner exclaims, nearly knocked over and glasses fallen off from the impact.

"Hmm...your punishment shall be to dress up in green clothes—ONLY GREEN CLOTHES—for a whole month!" Thor declares, looking quite pleased with himself. As for the other Avengers, not so much.

"Really? Really Thunder Man?" Tony says dubiously, not impressed.

"For a barbaric alien, you can do better than that." Natasha rolls her eyes.

Thor frowns. "All right then...Friend Bruce would have to, erm, 'spray paint' as you mortals have paints that can spray—himself green, and stay that skin tone for a whole month!"

The Avengers nod and pat Thor on the shoulder proudly. "That's more like it!" Tony says, clapping.

Bruce can only manage a meek smile. "Ehehe...very creative Thor…"

"I call Hawkeye." Natasha announces. It sounded like more like an order to the others. Her serious eyes meet Clint's, unreadable. Yet a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips. "Now if Hawkeye were to lose…" Natasha plays her fingers up Clint's arm slowly, like a spider. Haha, irony. Her hands reach the quiver behind Clint's back—which he always keeps on at all times, ALWAYS—and pokes it. "He would have to sell it on eBay…"

Clint gives a gasp, as if he had a sudden heart attack.

"...buy a new one from Target…"

Male-Merida nearly fell off the chair as if someone shot him.

"...and use toilet plungers as arrows. And. He would have to use these new weapons in the next battle that we have…" Natasha smiles, quite content, when she sees Clint finally falls over to the ground. The guys look on sympathetically at the poor guy.

"Man Tash. Harsh. That's harsh." Tony gives out a low whistle.

The Black Widow shrugs, apathetic. "Hmph."

Clint raises a hand shakingly. "Gah—babe, c'mon. WHY?!"

Natasha playfully quicks away his hand. "Love is war, my sweet." Clint only shakes his head, dazed.

Finally, it is Bruce's turn. He smiles timidly at the group. "I supposed I have to come up with a punishment for Natasha…" Natasha smiles at the scientist, which looked good nature on the inside. But in her eyes, the look is obvious to read which translates: Choose your words carefully, because just remember that I can always kill you, hide your body, and not leave any evidence. Unforunately, Doctor Banner reads this very clearly. He gulps loudly, and Natasha flashes another sweet innocent smile.

Clint sees this and punches Banner lightly. "Don't worry. She's all talk and no bite. She won't really kill you...just possibly make something bad happen to you."

"Thank you, for the words of comfort." Banner replies with a dry smile. He rubs his glasses, and looks at Natasha. "Alright then...I suppose your punishment if you were to lose the bet is stop your subscription of those special illegal bullets that you keep on ordering from Russia…"

Natasha's eyes flash very dangerously. She quickly regains her composure. "You're more than what meets the eye, Banner." She says begrudingly, giving a closed lipped smile.

Banner smiles weakly back. "Yes...and also you have to wear a bright pink body suit as your fighting outfit for a whole month."

The assassin freezes, and she half glare-smiles at the doctor. "Really…?" She says in a clipped tone.

"Y-yes...haha...yeah…"

"So we're all in on the bet, whether we like it or not. Promise, everyone." Clint says to the group in a commanding voice. They all nod, competition tense in the air.

"We promise." Everyone says in unison.

"FOR HONOR!" Thor shouts, flipping over the couch.

Tony makes the same wheezing/choking sound. "Wahhhhhhhh…c-couch...imported from Japan...no..."

"I am sorry Man of Iron." Thor flips the couch back over. It looked as if it were about to break in half. "I got a little too excited…"

I hope that he's gonna lose for sure… Tony thought to himself, giving a deadly laser glare at Thor. Regaining his arrogant composure, he clasps his hands together. "So the stakes are set." He grins. "JARVIS!" He calls out. "Did you record the whole thing?"

"Yes, sir." The AI replies.

"These are my exact words JARVIS." Tony says to the AI. "Nothing can change them, not even my own word in the future. Whoever is on this very floor is in the Hugging Bet. They cannot back out AT ALL. They are in it against their own will, whether they like it or not. You hear? The Word of Tony is set in stone. Follow these exact words."

"Will do sir. Literally everyone who is on this floor, in on the Hugging Bet." JARVIS repeats. "I now have it stored in my memory. I shall keep progress of this sir. I am truly interested to see who will win the Hugging Bet…"

The Avengers stare, shocked at Tony. He shrugs. "What? Had to make the thing fullproof. That way, if any of you chumps try to back out, we have the whole thing recorded and hardcore evidence." Tony raises his hand. "Let the Hugging Bet BEGIN!" The rest of the Avengers shrug, going on with eating their sharwma as if nothing happened.

"Yes!" Thor nods. "FOR HONOR!" He screams, flinging his arm out. This resulted in the god punching Tony's special coffee maker. It shoots across the room, smashing against the wall. Everybody freezes. Uh-oh. Not the coffeemaker...ah, poor Thor, such a fool. Of all the other furniture that Thor had to break, it had to be the coffeemaker. He had just sentenced his fate…

Everyone stares at the ruined coffeemaker.

Thor looks guilty. "Friend Stark?"

Tony is unresponsive, staring off at his shattered coffeemaker. He mumbles, "Imported directly from the top, state of the art, always made the best coffee…"

Thor stands up awkwardly. The others signal for him to get out while he still can, waving their arms wildly. Thor nods at them, and backs away slooowwllly… "Erm, best of luck to you with the Hugging Bet...uh, I believe that Heimdall is calling for me...have to go Man of Iron!"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Tony explodes, jumping to his feet. "YOU'RE SURE AS HELL THAT I'M GOING TO FUCKING AVENGE MY COFFEEMAKER! COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" Tony screams bloody murder, chasing after Thor. At that very moment, Pepper walks in, with piles of folders in her hands.

She blinks, looking at the messed up living room. "What did I miss?" She asks cluelessy.

BACK TO THE PRESENT…

Tony sighs wistfully, remembering his poor, poor coffeemaker. He'll have to wait three months before the very top makes another one of those babies...now he has to settle with...normal poor people's coffee...shudder!

The billionaire quietly gets out of bed, heading to the computer room. He has to admit, he's up against some competition. The Black Widow can always sneak up on Loki and hug him from behind...When Bruce is The Hulk, the big guy can give you a pretty big hug (and break your spine) whether you like it or not...Thor is Loki's big brother (which Loki hates) but is superiorly strong to the trickster...Clint can always pin Loki to the wall with his arrows and hug him...yeah, Tony has to admit, his friends are going to give him the run for the money.

Hmmm, nobody said that you can't cheat in the bet…hehe... An evil expression takes up Tony's face. "I know what to do…" He mutters, rubbing his hands evilly. He reaches the computer room, locking the room behind him. "JARVIS...rewire all criminal activity alerts to me only. Hack into SHIELD's computer base with your best work, and direct all of Loki's activity only to me apart from the other Avengers!"

"Is this nesscary sir, for the bet?" JARVIS questions. "You realize by doing this, you will have to face Loki alone. And that you might possibly endanger countless lives of people in the process..."

Tony throws up his hands. "DON'T QUESTION ME COMPUTER! I am IRON FREAKING MAN!"

"Sir, I frankly think that you're taking this way too far."

"Want me to put you on 'Obey My Every Wish' mode?"

JARVIS sighs, relenting. "Right away sir."

"Good...good..." Tony smiles, wishing he had a cup of black coffee. But he could settle for something else... "Oh, JARVIS, play some sinister piano music while you're at it."

The computer sighs muttering, "Why am I putting up with this…?" And plays, 'Toccata and fugue in d minor' in the background.

"Yes...yes...YES!" Tony cackles, as lightning striking in the background, from the graces and consideration of JARVIS.

A/N: Yes, yes...EVIL TONY! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! *lightning strikes in the background*