FWI: Still trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for why they are really here. . . . Oh well?

Also, stuck on . . . well . . . on where to go from here. . . . Stupid Writer's Block. Here's my incredibly short update. . . .

3rd Person

Steve probably just got out of what could be considered one of the longest and worst meetings yet, even considering the ones with Tony there! He sighs and reflects back on the meeting. Intel wise, they learned nothing, but, at the same time, they did get a glimpse of what they are in for at least. . . . Steve decided, along with Fury and some of the others, that Loki is no longer a problem, oh no, not compared to the hellion that is Vali and Fenrir together. . . . Steve frowns as he thinks about the pranks pulled in the meeting, it had been only about 3 hours long but the pranks, ranging from invisibility scares and whoopee cushions to the sudden wolf under the table that chased everyone but the two around the room, made it seem longer.

Steve once again wondered if he even wanted to share a car ride with the two, and more so try to live with them! He wipes a hand over his face nervously trying to clear his mind of them and focus on the job at hand. The elevator dings as it reaches the right level and he walks in to find everything in complete and utter disarray – even more so than after Loki's "fun" in the same room during the alien invasion (you know, the one that resulted in a broken window and a body imprinted floor?)

The carpet is either shredded, ripped up off the ground, or gone entirely in multiple places, the carpet that is still intact has blood, mud, and other such stains, has more scratches in it, or a combination thereof. The bar no longer exists, only a few scattered pieces of wood. The stench of spilled and mixed alcoholic drinks enters Steve's perception and he realizes that some of the odder coloured stains are what are left of the alcohol (talk about Tony's worst nightmare) and the bottles are nowhere to be found. Steve then realizes that the shattered glass littering the ground near the no-longer-windows windows contains some of the glass from the bottles (the green tinted and brown tinted glass gave that one away first.)

Steve once again sighs. It seems as though the Avengers shall never get a "day off" much less a "normal day."