Woo! An extra chapter because I'm feeling generous and didn't post one yesterday. So anyway, here's another for Raychaell Dionzeros who asked for a situation in which Tony hid Thor's poptarts. Happy reading and, as always, I'm open for requests :)
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Tony was in his workshop. The suit's head feed was playing up after his latest round with the other guy because as much as the Hulk liked him, Tony was just that irritating! All these pranks were going well, and entertaining Tony immensely – he had some great footage. The one of Steve's reaction to porn? Priceless. Just thinking about it now brought a wide grin to Tony's face.

After checking the glitching screen for the third time, Tony set down the suit and reached for his cup of coffee. It was now cold, but after working the hours tony did, you get used to it. Eh just finished the last drop when Thor stormed in wielding Mjolnir, with murder in his eyes.

"Anthony," he boomed, "What have you done with them?"
"No idea what you're talking about, Point Break." replied Tony, yawning.

Suddenly Tony was up against the wall, a hand round his throat. His legs didn't touch the ground, and no matter how much he scrabbled at Thor's arm, the demi god was not letting go.

"Do not play games with me, Anthony." He roared, "Where are they?" he raised his hammer and tony eyes widened.
"What? Where are what?" choked out Tony desperately.
"MY POPTARTS!" bellowed Thor. Tony heard thunder outside.

"They're – They're under your bed!" yelled Tony, "Now let me go!"
He was dropped to the floor, spluttering. "Couldn't have just asked nicely?" he coughed. The demi god's eyes narrowed, but soon began laughing.

"Oh, such the trickster, Tony, you remind me of my brother when we were younger – Where again were my delicious pastries?"
"Under your bed." said Tony again, rubbing his neck, "And Natasha's bed and Cint's bed and Steves, Bruce's, several of the guest room, a few of the toilet cisterns – they've been wrapped up though – under some of the couches, there's a few on the roof, one in the pool communal shower, one in the pool-"
"My friend, perhaps it would be best to just show me?" prompted Thor. Tony nodded; he did not want to go up against Thor again without his suit.

"Yes, and speaking of Loki, my brother is coming to visit soon. Anthony, could he perhaps borrow a bed for a while?" asked Thor, a ridiculous grin plastered across his features.
"What!?" Tony cried, knocking the coffee mug onto the floor where it smashed.
"Excellent!" beamed Thor and swept from the room. Tony stood there for a moment, an out-of-his-depth expression on his face, before sighing and following to show Thor where his beloved toasted pastries were hidden.