Tony stood there, a smirk continuously plastered to his face as he held the bottle high, proudly prancing drunkenly around the room.
"Come ooonnn! Who is next?" the man asked, almost slurred as he scoffed. Fed up with no one speaking up, he thrust the bottle in the nearest person's face. "You. You go," he commanded, dropping the bottle in Thor's lap finally before sitting down.
Looking bewildered at the glass in his lap, the god picked it up and inspected it. "So, all I am to do is spin this and go under the tuft of green leaves with whomever it lands on, correct?" he asked, looking around, making sure he understood.
Clint leaned forward and gave the blonde a look. "Helllooo! You have to kiss the person under the 'tuft of green leaves'," he reminded with a smile, sitting back after he did.
Shifting uncomfortably, the thunder god peered at the bottle. It wasn't that he was afraid exactly, but he did have Jane, and he felt doing this, intoxicated or not, was bad and that it would hurt her. Shaking his head, he set the bottle in the middle an sat back.
"I'm sorry my friends, but I cannot do such a thing."
Smiling wickedly at each other, Tony and Clint looked like teenage, boy band fangirls. Quickly, without a word, they stumbled over to Loki and began to whisper their plan.
Everyone watched in tense silence as Loki's smirk grew and grew, his eyes fixated on his brother.
"Oh, Thor... your choice... such a sad, sad mistake..." the god scolded, voice full of mischief as he sat up. Tony and Clint scampered back to their seats and watched in earnest. "You are not to complain about your punishment, nor are you aloud to try and talk me out of this. You are to keep this... thing on until the end of the game, like it or not."
Swallowing thickly, the thunder god seriously began to regret even coming. Finally, the trickster raised a hand, pointer and thumb touching before striking them against each other, snapping and working his magic.
Suddenly, the room was filled with more wolf whistles and laughter as Thor was transformed into a feminine version of himself, wearing clothing that left very little to the imagination.
"Ah! Here she is! The beautiful, the slutty, Thorina!" Tony cried, motioning to the god. Well, goddess.
Shocked and disgusted, Thor ripped the blanket from Bruce's hands and covered himself, blushing deeply. "Loki! This is not funny!"
"Oh, on the contrary, Thor. I find it quite amusing," the younger retorted, snickering once again.
The older sent the nastiest expression he could muster at the trickster and curled the blanket tighter around him. "I swear, you will all pay for this..."
Tony suddenly began to giggle uncontrollably. "Wait! This makes Jane... a homosexual~!"
The thunder god-turned-goddess was confused until finally he connected the dots. Standing, not thinking about his appearance, he glared at Stark.
"Man of Iron, I demand you revoke your false accusation!"
"JARVIS!"
"Yes, sir."
The sound of a camera shuttering went off through the room, and Thor looked around before his cheeks lit up. "You... you...!" Quickly, he stole the blanket and hid himself as the room erupted into more laughter.
"Okay, what the hell is going on?"
A sudden silence fell over the men as they turned to look at the slightly annoyed Black Widow leaning on the door frame to the hallway.
Loki decided to pipe up, because, if it upset his brother, then all the better. "Oh, playing a harmless trick on Thor. I must admit, it does make him much more... dashing."
Natasha rolled her eyes as she walked over. "I swear, you are all such children."
Grinning sheepishly as the woman strode over, Clint moved to the side and patted the new spot next to him. Raising an eyebrow, Natasha shrugged before plopping down.
"Wanna play?" Steve asked, still slightly red in the face and... was he sitting against Bucky? Shrugging it off, the red head sighed.
"Once. Only one round."
Nodding enthusiastically, Clint quickly grabbed the bottle. "Mind if I spin for you?" he asked with a shy smile, cheeks flushed from alcohol and embarrassment. The redhead nodded, a small smile playing at her lips at her partner's intoxicated state. Taking the bottle from Tony, who simply snickered, Clint flicked his wrist and the bottle began to spin quickly.
Hawkeye held his breath as the bottle began to slow down and, finally, teeter to a halt pointing directly to himself. In that moment, Clint thought he couldn't have been happier. Not even waiting for a reply, the archer grabbed Natasha wrist, not even checking to see if she was okay. His drunk hazed mind was giddy with excitement. He finally got to do something he had wanted to for a long time.
However, on the other side, Natasha was shocked. The one round in and she already got he one she had secretly hoped to get. A flash of green caught her eye and she turned her head to the smirking trickster who was all but verbalizing "I knew it was love." Scowling, Romanov chewed her bottom lip as she and Clint were situated under the mistletoe.
Smiling cheekily still, the man put his hands gently on Natasha's waist and pulled her closer. By now, everyone was quite shocked to say the least. They were shocked that, even if it was quite obvious there were feelings between the two, Natasha hadn't kicked Clint's ass for dragging her to the side to kiss her.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot, the blonde looked down, the realization of the situation hitting him like a freight train. After a moment longer, the redhead let out a sigh, cupped Clint's face and pulled him in, pressing her lips to his.
A quiet, shocked buzz fell over the room at the sight. It only took a moment before the men erupted into cheers, Tony letting out a few wolf whistles to fluster the two.
All too soon, it was over as Natasha pushed away and smiled gently before winking and walking off down the hallway, leaving a blushing, gaping Clint to watch her go. Finally, he lit up, face pulled into a wide grin as he walked back over to his place and sat, almost in a trance.
"Alright!" the Winter Soldier exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Steve's waist with a smirk, causing the blonde to flush. "Who's next?!"