By Thor's request (and Pepper's approval), Loki came for a visit to the Tower for a few nights. Mostly, he tagged along behind his big brother and wasn't half as annoying as they thought he was going to be. He gave off an air of superiority mixed with one of boredom. However, he fidgeted at loud noises and looked apprehensively at Bruce more than once. Really, though, he should have been more scared of Clint, who had polished, shined, tuned, and talked to his bow for over two hours upon finding out that the second Prince would be coming over. Thor assured him that it would be unnecessary, as Loki had been stripped of all power as punishment for his crime, but Clint still thought longingly of placing an arrow through his previous captor's eye socket. The whole team was gathered, except for the Captain.

"The tension in this room is thicker than Thor's head," Tony muttered to Pepper who elbowed him, but nonetheless agreed.

"Cap said he's gonna be late. Plane just got in. He said we could start the movie," Natasha said, shutting her phone and taking a seat between Clint and Thor.

"Let's do this," Clint growled.

Bruce was pleasantly surprised by the length of time the movie ran before someone freaked out. They got through the credits without a hitch. The opening music went well, too. They even lasted through "In a galaxy far, far, away…" Then disaster inevitably struck. But Bruce was still fairly pleased with the good behavior of his teammates.

"Pah!" Tony scoffed.

Bruce immediately stiffened at the objection, but no one responded further. The film continued, and the scientist could feel himself slipping into this all-too-familiar universe like he used to when he was younger.

"Hah! Oh okay," Tony guffawed again.

Bruce shut his eyes and counted to ten, breathing slowly and evenly.

"Tony, we talked about this," Pepper reminded him gently.

"Aw, Pep, look!" he whined, pointing at the screen, where R2D2 and C3PO had escaped and were wandering through the desert.

"What is it that you object to, Man of Iron?" Thor asked concernedly.

"Look at that thing! Dummy could wipe its butt with that thing!"

"Which one?" Loki asked, studying the two robots over steepled fingers.

"Either. Both! If Dummy got into a fight with the two of those at once it would roll away without a scratch," Tony bragged.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is not about your robots, Tony. R2D2 has an important message to deliver. That's the point."

"Dummy could deliver a message," Tony sniffed.

"Good for Dummy," Clint said acerbically.

Young Luke Skywalker watched Princess Leia deliver her message via R2D2 in wonder.

"My," Loki whispered. "Is it truly possible to do such things with Midgardian technology?"

"That and more, brother," Thor smiled and wrapped his arm around his little brother's shoulders, making the youngest Prince look like a child again.

"Dummy could do that. In HD."

Bruce growled and tackled Tony to the ground, beating him with a pillow and exercising the utmost control to not Hulk out and squish him like a bug. He wanted Tony a little battered, definitely scared, but not dead.

"I. Don't. Care. What. Dummy. Can. Do," Bruce snarled, punctuating each word with a blow from the pillow.

Tony squeaked and squirmed on his stomach back to the couch where Pepper sat.

"Are you two nerds done now?" Natasha asked tiredly.

The two geniuses stared each other down. Eventually, they both conceded themselves 'done' and went back to their seats.

Steve slowly, painstakingly climbed the staircase. Sometimes he just got a little freaked out by the elevator. It was a bit too fast for his taste and occasionally left him feeling dizzy. And although the eighty flights of stairs could be cumbersome, stairs didn't fall when the power went out. The stairs were, in addition to being safe, a bit of alone time for the Captain. When life got crazy, the stairs stayed boring. It gave him a little time to relax and let his stressful day go. Steve was physically a bit sleepy, but emotionally he was totally drained. He was exhausted from his day of saving the world. Can it just save itself sometime? I feel like every time I turn around someone else is hatching some faulty world-domination plan... As he neared the top floor, Steve suddenly heard a noise. It sounded almost like the repulsors on Tony's suit…but off somehow in tone. More…buzzy. It finally dawned on the tired hero: there was fighting upstairs! He sprinted the remaining few steps and flew into the room. Everyone was seated and relaxed, except for two characters on the TV screen who were fighting with what appeared to be…colored flashlights? Loud, buzzy, colored flashlights. That could apparently cut people's arms off. Okay then.

Clint had caught on to Steve's plight.

"Just a movie, Cap," he reassured the still-shocked Captain.

Steve nodded hesitantly and turned to flop into his seat. The only problem was, it was occupied. Loki smiled and gave a little wave. Steve narrowed his eyes. That was his spot goddang it. I should kick his butt...serve him right for sitting in my seat, Steve thought. Fortunately for Loki, the peace-loving side of Steve kicked in and he decided to squeeze in next to Bruce, who looked like he was close to tears from fanboy-ish joy.

"What is this again?" Steve asked.

"Battles of the Sun," Thor responded.

He was greeted with identical looks of confusion.

"Star Wars," Natasha corrected him.

"What's it about?"

"Wars. About stars," Loki said caustically.

Steve frowned but Clint jumped out of his seat with joy. He pulled a knife out of nowhere and pointed it at Loki, looking towards Natasha for permission.

"He was mean! See? You see that? It could have been threatening; he said 'war'! OH please! Please Nat, please!" Clint begged with a psychotic look on his face.

Natasha said nothing, only shook her head no, much to a very pale Loki's relief. The archer slumped back into the couch.

"JARVIS?" Tony asked tiredly, amidst Thor and Clint bickering.

"Yes, sir?"

"Shut them up. I don't care how."

"Am I allowed to be creative here, sir?"

"Sure, J. Just make it happen. I want them quiet ten minutes ago."

A sound like an air horn rent the air with its piercing shriek, and everyone was silent with their hands on their ears.

"How was that, sir? I confess I've wanted to do that to you before when you threaten to deprogram me."

"Ouch. Um, well, it was effective…painful, and rather tasteless, but very effective," Tony grimaced, rubbing his temples.

"I shall file that."

Unaware of the drama outside the screen, the actors in it kept going. Bruce held Steve's hand to resist the urge to say every line aloud.

An epic battle played out, young Luke losing a hand in the process. As he faced his enemy again, Darth Vader told him something shocking.

"Luke," Darth Vader breathed, "I am your father."

Both Thor and Loki burst into hysterical tears, flipping from sobs, Asgardian, to English. No one could figure out what was so upsetting until Clint worked up the nerve to ask.

"Why is that sad? It's surprising…but-"

"Nooooo you don't understannnnd," Loki cried into Thor's shoulder.

"It's-he-he-ahhhhhh see I told you, brother!"

"Midgardian films are so full of truth and sadness! You were right!" Loki agreed.

"Why is this so sad?" Clint demanded.

Loki sobered up momentarily.

"Someone who is supposed to be good…his father is evil and he suddenly finds out. I-ah…I relate rather well."

"WAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Thor continued sobbing uninterrupted, "See, you could be a hero!"

Loki then promptly joined him in crying and screaming in Asgardian.

Bruce got up from the couch and shuffled away in a slight state of shock. How had they managed to stain the glory that was Star Wars? Whywhywhywhywhy…

Tony stood and stretched, ignoring the brothers rather successfully. He strode forward and began scrolling through the holographic list of movies. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Nah. Too pointed. Yankee Doodle Dandy? No way. I am NOT sitting through showtunes like that again…Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat? Tempting, but Thor tends to hit things with Mjolnir whenever I question his god-hood. Tony stopped at the next title and smiled wickedly. Oh, yes. Loki is gonna hate this. Probably isn't "correct". I don't care. I love it. Tony placed the film in the queue, smiling ear to ear.

"Tony," Natasha warned.

"Don't worry, Widow. I bet you'll love it. Who doesn't wish they went to Hogwarts?"

Natasha smiled in agreement, but looked askance at fresh tears from the two princes.

"Hey JARVIS?" Tony asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Another air horn sir? Or something else?"

"You know that comedian's drum set thing? Ba-dum tssss," he imitated poorly.

JARVIS reproduced the sound properly.

"Thanks buddy," he cleared his throat. "Next time we have a party," he told Natasha, "Remind me not to invite the Asgardians. I wanna keep it LOKI."

Ba-dum tssss.

Whew! That was a longer chappie than usual! How'd you guys like it? Anything you like to see more/less of? I got a few requests for Loki, so I had him come visit :)

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