-Hostel bunk room-

Strange rolled over on his cot with an annoyed groan; someone had just yanked the covers off the sleeping magician, and he was not pleased.
"Up and at em, street magician." Tony spoke from the foot of the bed. "Your cape can cuddle itself. Get up."
Loki who was standing nearby next to Bruce snorted , slightly pleased that the nickname had stuck to the rather grouchy man, while Bruce shook his curly head, brown hair bouncing.
Clint was standing outside the bathroom door with a toothbrush in his mouth and a towel slung over his shoulder. He hadn't had his coffee yet, so he appeared to be comatose. Sadly, though, even in a coma, Barton was always able to dole out a snarky word or two.
"Come on ,Cap, other people have to get in there too!" Hissed the disgruntled archer.
A small blond haired boy was perched behind Clint jumping up and down in anticipation for his turn in the bathroom.
"Are you an Avenger?" The kid asked.
"Yes." Clint growled through his toothbrush; he hadn't had his coffee this morning, and he seriously needed the pick-me-up. Especially before he felt like dealing with any annoying children.
"Do you fight bad guys?"
"Yes."
"Do you kill bad guys?"
"…. No."
"Are you lying?"
"Yes."
"Do you-"
"Kid." Clint spun around to face the youngster. "Just… Stop… asking questions."
"You're not very nice."
"Sorry."
The kid stormed off red in the face, paced once around the room and returned to the line.
Clint rolled his eyes and ran a hand down his face as the kid bombarded him with a tornado of more questions.
The door opened and Steve walked out dressed in jeans and a flag themed tee shirt.
Loki snorted when he saw it. Typical Steve.
Clint rushed inside the bathroom and slammed the door behindn him.
Peter had opted to sleep on the ceiling. He was in a hammock made of special webbing that took twenty four hours to dissolve.
Loki glanced up and realized that the kid was still sleeping like a rock, not even budging when Tony shouted his name.
Magically summoning a dagger, the trickster flung it at the edge of the hammock, successfully fraying it. A ripping sound ensued and Peter was dropped ten feet. A few gasps from nearby spectators broke the silence as Loki magically shifted a cot to cushion the kid's fall.
Peter sat straight up and shot a glare at the god of mischief.
Merely smirking at the kid, Loki went to find breakfast.

-Hotel breakfast-

How Stark had the aptitude to find the worst possible hotels on the planet was beyond Loki's comprehension. He knew humans typically had bad luck, but this was beyond reason. Between May and Tony, they hadn't slept at a decent hotel for the entire trip.

Currently Loki was glaring suspiciously at the food that May had called 'gluten-free oatmeal with soy milk and synthetic sugar'. He scooped some of the grey sludge onto a spoon, nearly gagging at the smell.
He then watched in utter disgust as the mush oozed off the spoon, only to splat unappetizingly onto the top of the pock-marked surface of the rest of the oatmeal.

With a green face, Loki pushed the oatmeal away.

"What's the matter, Little boy blue? Don't like your gruel?"

Loki glared at the one-armed assassin. "Mortal food is utterly revolting."

"Yeah, well, I'd have to agree with you concerning that oatmeal." Bucky wrinkled his nose, and the oatmeal bubbled. "Yeah, that's... that's... not normal."

"Thor said that he delights in eating 'popped tarts' to break his fast. Perhaps I should try those."

"Maybe. By the way, why do you hate your brother?"

Loki glared at him again, and Bucky just shrugged. "I'm just asking."

Loki's glare softened into a hopeless face. "I don't HATE Thor, but yet I do- but I still don't. He's an idiot, but he's my... brother, but he's also my enemy... Our situation is..."

Bucky nodded. "Complicated?"

Loki exhaled sharply. "Yeah." He had just called Thor his brother... again.

Then the trickster yelped as a metal hand contacted the back of his head.

"Well then UN-complicate it, you idiot. He's your brother, and then you guys fought. But he's still your brother. Now you can try to say that you hate him, but I'm not buying it. You need to learn to lie better, Mr 'god of lies'. Yeesh!" Bucky shook his head, and walked away.

Loki made a (very immature) face at his retreating back, and grabbed a box of poptarts since May was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh." He moaned, biting into one. "These are so much better than that 'oatmeal' stuff."

"You got that right! Want some coffee?" Natasha asked as she sat down across from him.
There was a small cafeteria at the hotel, and Loki had wandered there alone, but he suspected that there would be more Avengers coming along. Aside from the invisible assassin that had left a few moments ago, Nat was the first to walk through the door, grabbing a cup of coffee before sitting down.
Loki inwardly grummbled at the thought of the disgusting beverage, humans oh so loved.
"I'll take that as a no." Stated Natasha before downing her cup of coffee in one gulp.
The boys plus May (who had probably hurried them up a bit) all meandered in around he same time, grabbed breakfast, and sat down at the table.
"Good morning ,Loki, Natasha" May greeted with a warm smile.
"Greetings Lady May." Returned Loki, unable to stop the corner of his mouth from rising. He liked May; she knew who he was, what he did, and was still willing to give him a chance and stand up for him. In a way, it reminded him of Thor, but that didn't bother him as much as it should of.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, before Peter spoke up.
"Is there a difference between science and Magic?"
"No." Both Tony and Loki answered at the same time, effectively surprising one another.
"They are one and the same; on Midgard, it is a science that only a few have the capability to tap into." Loki shrugged.
"So that means you're a scientist." Peter pointed out, dawning a surprised expression. All eyes shot to Loki at the thought of him being a scientist, and if anyone was completely honest, that would make him a brilliant scientist.
Shifting the trickster shrugged.
"Whatever you humans want to call it."
Humans.
He hadn't called them mortals; he had called them humans… without really forcing himself too . Was it possible that these people were growing on him?
No.
He wouldn't allow it; he wouldn't become attached to such short lived creatures.
"So what do you know about the infinity stones?" Strange asked suddenly; he figured if anyone knew about them, it would be Loki. The trickster probably knew more than anyone on earth.
The question took Loki completely off guard.
"They are very powerful, and should be kept in very safe places. There are many beings who would do anything to get their hands on them. The stones can manipulate almost any aspect of reality and pose a major threat when in the wrong hands. I don't know the location of them all, but there are a few of whose whereabouts are no secret to me." Primarily, Loki was thinking about the tesseract, which was carefully hidden away.
"How many are there?" Tony asked through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Six." Loki curtly responded. "They all contain the power to manipulate some aspect of space and time. A few months ago, the great sorcerers of all the realms were set abuzz after an ancient being of evil was defeated by the time stone. He refused to tell us who brought him down, but did say that the one who brought him down, possessed a cunning and intelligent personality. I would love to meet him at some point, he could probably teach even me a thing or two." Loki shrugged. "Apparently Dormammu's defeater kept him in a time loop and kept saying-"
Strange was inwardly snickering, and leaning backwards with a smug expression, said. "Dormammu, I've come to bargain."
Loki's jaw dropped… His jaw actually dropped, and it took him a whole five seconds to recover.
"N-no… It couldn't have been… But you have no …. How?"
"Woah, Strange, you just made the god of lies speechless. I must be dreaming." Tony laughed.
"Yup, I defeated Dormammu, single handedly… Say, does that mean I'm not a street magician anymore?" Strange asked, crossing his arms and grinning.
"No, now I consider you a…. Stage magician." Loki smugly shot back.
"How's that any better?" Strange gasped; the sorcerer supreme expected nothing less and was merely feigning surprise.
"It's not better really, but that's kind of the point." Strange glared and Loki smirked.

-Tony's Greyhound-

"What's the plan for today?" Tony asked as he supervised the bag loading.
"We need to go to the super market." May spoke up as she carefully arranged the bags in the back.
"What do we need there?" Clint asked.
"Well, we have car loaded with a spider powered teen, a hulk, a super soldier, and an Asgardian god of mischief. They ate all our junk food." Tony shrugged.
"Shopping? Agh, I hate shopping!" Strange moaned.
"It could be worse." Loki pointed out.
"You always say that!" Strange shouted at him.
"And for good reason." The trickster shot back as he slammed the trunk lid closed.
"Hey, easy with my car!" Tony squawked, pushing Loki out of the way and hugging the side of his car.
"Did that nasty old god of mischief hurt you, my baby? I know he's just mean." Tony crooned, petting the vehicle.
"Hmm. So Tony views the car as Thor viewed Mjolnir. Interesting." Loki muttered.
There was a click, and Tony glared at Clint, who was holding up a phone.
"Erase that photo!" Tony shouted defensively, taking a step towards the archer.
"Not a chance, genius. We need to keep mementos, and if that includes you cuddling your car… Well so be it!" The archer was backing up, holding the phone up far above the inventor's head.
"Jarvis, erase her phone." Tony growled, realizing he was too short to grab it.
"Jarvis, don't" Clint warned.
"Sorry, Sir, in the 'Spirit of Vacation' you informed me that I was to leave all photos intact no matter who told me to erase them, even the director himself. I cannot go against my core programming." Jarvis spoke from the van.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Tony pouted.
"Everyone inside!" Steve announced, shaking his head while grinning.

-Walmart Parking lot-

"Walmart, here we are!" May shouted as she pulled into the large parking lot.
"Yay, Walmart." Strange groaned with his face in his hands, flinching when Nat rammed him in the ribs with her incredibly bony elbow.
They all exited the van, and crowded near the back.
"All right, we do want this to go relatively fast, so I've divided us up into groups. Clint, Loki, and Peter, you're one group, here's your list." May handed them a folded piece of paper.
"Steve, Natasha, and Stephen, you're another group. Here you go." They too received their list.
"Bruce, you're with me."
The group split up inside inside Walmart each group grabbed a cart and checked out the list.
"Okay," Clint began. "First on the list is sunscreen."
"Um… that might be in the toiletries isle." Peter guessed.
"Right let's go."
"So this place is like a market?" Loki asked as they walked. "It's quite peculiar."
"Uh huh." Clint was scanning the isles for sunscreen, and was thus not paying attention.
"She called it a supermarket. Do only superheroes come here?" Loki asked again.
"Nah, it just means that they sell everything here." Clint shrugged, leave it to Loki to take the literal meaning
"Hey, let's race carts!" Peter suggested.
"If your aunt finds out-" Clint started.
"She won't." Smiled the teen.
A mischievous smile crossed Peter's face.
"Why do I feel like we should not be doing this?" Loki asked; however, he was promptly ignored.

"AGH! Stop the cart!" Clint squealed as the cart sped down the isles. Apparently spider strength and cart racing don't go together.
Peter simply couldn't catch the cart that was now speeding the isle with Clint sitting in it. Both he and Loki were racing after it but unable to catch it.
Bucky was perusing the end of an isle as Clint streaked toward him in a runaway cart. The metal-armed assassin looked up when he heard the shouting.
Loki saw him standing near the projected path of the runaway archer's cart, and shouted out: "Grab that!"

Bucky looked at the cart, and with a smirk and a scoff, walked away as the cart sailed by him, chuckling at the colorful Russian words Loki chose for him.

The wire basket of wheeled doom was nearing the end of the isle that opened up to the groceries and Clint was screaming loudly now.
"Stop Stop Stop." Peter shouted as he fumbled with his web shooter, and shot it at the cart handle.
The cart yanked to a stop, but Clint flew out and soared through the air…. Flying right into the cabbage display.
Surfacing sheepishly from the sea of crushed green, Clint looked miserable and was forced to brush cabbage leaves out of his hair.
"Ahem." The store manager was glaring at the group. "You're going to have to come with me."
"Uh oh." Clint shrank into the Cabbage bin.

-Outside Walmart-

"Banned from Walmart?! You managed to get us banned from Walmart!" Tony was shouting at Clint now. "I had to pay for all the cabbage you ruined ,Birdbrain!"
"Who's idea was it, this... Cart Racing?" May asked with arms crossed.
Clint pointed at Loki. "I tried to talk him out of it!"
"You did not! I told YOU it was a bad idea!" Loki shot back at him.
"Aunt May… It was my idea. Loki told us it was bad idea, but we didn't listen. I'm sorry." Peter lowered his head.
"Shame on both of you." May scowled. "Clint appologize to Loki for lying, and ,Peter, when we get back, you will work to pay Mister Stark back for every penny spent on that lettuce."
"Sorry." Clint muttered, stalking to the van.
"Yeah, sorry." Peter joined him.
Loki sagged. "It seems trouble seems to find me no matter where I go." He sighed.
"Don't worry about it. It's called being an Avenger; it happens." Stark shrugged before throwing an arm over his shoulder.

"Which is exactly why I'm here." Pointed out a still grouchy May Parker.

Loki climbed in the van and located an empty seat next to Steve and Peter.

Tony was in the driver's seat and Bruce was sitting next to him; Clint, Nat and Strange were in the middle; and Peter and Steve were in the back leaving a window and a middle seat open.
Bucky was sitting in the window seat, thus Loki took the middle seat.
"You don't want the window seat?" Steve asked.
"No I'm fine here." Loki frowned.
Steve shrugged and fastened his seat belt.
"This is your fault." He muttered under his breath to the assassin.
"It's fine now. Stop mulleygrubbing over it." Bucky hissed back.

"What's that smell!" Peter whined, pinching his nose and waving his free hand.

"Cabbage man over there." Natasha answered pointing at a sulking Clint.

"Open a window!" Tony groaned.

"Shut up Tony!" The archer growled.

-Stark's Minivan-

"One eyed Fury-" Tony sang off key.
"Stop singing that stupid song PLEASE!" Strange shouted stuffing his hands over his ears.
"I concur; we have sung that song more times than I can count, and I think my ears are going to fall off." Loki groaned loudly.
"Come on it's a classic!" Argued the inventor with an exasperated sigh.
"It is not a classic; it barely constitutes as a song!" Natasha hissed.
"I agree ,Tony; it's way past time to find a different song." Cap shouted from the back.
"Whatever, I don't care what you all think…. One eyed Fury had a-"

THUD !

Tony was cut off abruptly by a dagger embedding itself deeply in the dashboard. Everyone gaped at the still-quivering hilt.
All eyes turned to Loki who had an outstretched arm, indicating that he was the dagger's owner.
"Shut. Up." The trickster scowled.
Gulping, Tony squeaked "Time f-or a-a-another s-song."
"Thank you!" Strange announced with arms outstretched nearly smacking Clint.
"What is it with people nearly hitting me in the face?" Clint growled.
"Maybe you're just unlucky." Strange shrugged.
"No, unlucky is getting an explosive arrow to the head… Ask Reindeer games."
"It's true." Loki nodded. "Though to be fair, I didn't die."
"Yeah, how unfortunate for me."
"How about the wheels on the bus go round and round?" Peter suggested trying to get the talk off explosive arrows.
"Or we could sing the Itsy Bitsy Spider." May suggested with a grin.
"Now that's insulting." Pouted the super-teen, crossing his arms and sinking into the seat.
"One Hundred bottles of Coke on the wall, one hundred bottles of coke! Take one down, and pass it around one hundred bottles of coke!" Clint began singing.
"NO! No, I'm not singing that!" Tony shook his head.
"What's wrong, genius billionaire can't count?" Clint asked sticking his bottom lip out.
"I can count!" Tony was now turning in his seat to face the archer.
"In fact, I can count higher than you!"
"Cannot!"
"Can too!"
"Sir," Jarvis spoke from the ceiling.
"Not now Jarvis."
"Sir!"
"Jarvis I said not-"
"TONY, LOOK OUT FOR THAT CAR!" Bruce shouted.

CRASH!

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