Author's Note
And I'm back for my second posting of the week. It's weird posting more often now. Almost forgot I had to do this today. But I've been looking forward to this chapter for forever!
It's a prank chapter!
And before I give away any more, go onward and enjoy!
God of Mischief
The next day, Ari rallies the forces, which consist of Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Clint, and Natasha. She would bring in John and Evie as well, but she's not entirely comfortable bringing in humans of the non-superhero variety just yet. Loki still has a long way to go before she'll let her friends near him.
She highly doubts John and Evie would want to spend time with Loki anyway, not without knowing the truth, and she doesn't believe it's time to reveal that just yet. Again, Loki still has a long way to go, and she's not sure the Avengers will believe the story if he doesn't start to change.
But that's the point of today. Loki could use some friends, and fellow pranksters sound right up his alley. The thing is, the feeling isn't exactly mutual.
"Ari, are you sure about this?" Clint asks for the fifth time now.
Ari rolls her eyes, wishing they were using duct tape for this prank. "Yes, Clint, I'm sure."
"But you're talking about taking Loki out of his room to go wandering around the Tower. There's no telling what he'll do."
The elevator dings, the doors opening to let the five of them on. "And what do you think he'll do? He's powerless, handcuffed, and, as far as I can tell, means none of us any harm. You know the truth of what happened, Clint. He's never actually wanted to hurt any of us before and I don't see him starting now. So again, yes, I'm sure."
Clint pushes the button for Thor's floor with his thumb harder than necessary, turning to her with crossed arms. "Just because Thanos was using him, that doesn't mean we should trust him."
"And you're not going to trust him if you don't spend time with him." Ari sighs heavily, tired of going round and round in circles. "Look, Clint, you don't have to come with us if you don't want to, but I'd like you to. Loki needs some good influences right now. He hasn't had any besides his mother in a long time, if not ever. If he's going to learn anything, it has to come from us."
"And you think taking him out to go pranking is being a good influence?"
"It's something he knows and enjoys, plus it's something we actually all have in common. Maybe having some fun will help him open up a bit more, and maybe help him like us more, too. That's what he needs if he's ever going to get out of those cuffs."
"Why do you even care about helping him so much anyway?"
"Because," she says, words hissing between her teeth as she steps up close to him, practically toe to toe, "I saw what he's been through and it was the most horrible thing I've ever seen, even after Ron and all the battles and the torture. Loki's had it worse. So much worse. Life dealt him a slaggy hand and I just want to help make it better. Because no one should have had to go through all of that."
Clint's jaw clenches. "He made me go through some of that."
"Not by choice. He's not the monster you think he is, Clint. If you spend time with him, you'll see that."
"I do spend time with him. I guard him every day."
"I don't mean sitting in silence ignoring each other. I mean talking to him, doing things with him, getting to know him. That's how trust is built."
"It's just…." Clint takes in a deep breath and lets it out in one big gust. "I don't see what you see. I don't see the good in him."
"That's because you can't look past what he did to you. But Clint, people don't blame you for what you did while under the Mind Stone's control. Why is it so hard to do the same for him?"
Clint stands there for a long second. The elevator has already arrived at Thor's floor but none of them move, waiting for Clint's decision. Finally, he nods, exiting the elevator and heading down the hallway. They follow after him and he stops in front of Loki's door, looking back at Ari a bit uneasily but determined. "Fine. I'll give him a chance. But if he doesn't change and things go south, I'm putting an arrow in his eye socket."
Ari smiles. "That's all I need."
Natasha gives her partner's arm a squeeze. "It'll be okay, Clint. With all of us there, nothing will happen. And if something does, we've got your back."
"Yeah," Sunstreaker say. "I'll just wrap my hand around his middle and hold him still for you."
The corners of Clint's mouth twitch up in a smile. "And what if I like more of a challenge?"
"Then Sunny and I can toss him back and forth for yah," Sideswipe says, much too eagerly.
"Come on guys," Ari says with a sigh. "We're supposed to try to befriend him, not try coming up with ways to kill him."
Clint shrugs, knocking on the door. "It always pays to have a backup plan."
Thor's booming voice tells them to come in and they enter the apartment, finding Loki and Thor sitting at the dining table just finishing up breakfast. Loki's eyes roam over their group and he gives her a withering look. "Have you brought more people to try talking to me now or is this a zoo trip?"
Ari rolls her eyes. "This isn't a field trip for us, but this is a field trip for you."
"Oh, really?" he says, trying not to sound interested but he hasn't left this room for days. He has to be going stir crazy.
"I am not sure that is wise," Thor says hesitantly.
"Sure, it is," Ari says with a shrug. "It's not like he's been banned from leaving the room. He's just not supposed to be left alone."
"I am still not sure Stark will approve. This is his home and he has strongly expressed that he does not like my brother here."
"Well, then it's a good thing that Darcy just sent the Scientists Three to bed then. He won't know what we're up to until he wakes up."
"And what is it we'll be up to, Lady Ari?" Loki asks.
Ari gives him a sly smile. "I hear you're not just the God of Lies but the God of Mischief as well?"
Loki's smile mirrors hers. "I have been called by that title, yes."
"Then how would you like to join us in a little mischief?"
Loki's smile widens until it is full of teeth. "It would be my genuine pleasure."
Thor's eyes widen in alarm. "I don't think-"
"Chill out, big guy," Sunstreaker says. "It's just going to be some harmless fun."
"Fun for Loki is not always harmless."
"Yeah, but he's without his powers right now and we'll be right there with him."
Thor still hesitates but Loki stands eagerly. "Really, Thor, it will be just as they say, some harmless fun. You have my word."
"Forgive me if that does not fill me with confidence."
"Just come with us if you're really that worried," Ari says, "but we need to get going, so decide."
After a moment, Thor gives in with a long sigh, nodding them towards the door.
Loki is the first one out.
"So, what did you have in mind exactly?" Loki asks as they head for the elevator.
"Well, the lab is empty right now because Darcy kicked the scientists out," Ari says, a gleeful look in her eye as she watches the floor numbers go down. "And I've had my eye on Stark since we got here."
Loki barks out a genuine laugh. "Oh, I like the way you think. And what sort of mischief and mayhem are we planning?"
"Nothing too rash," Natasha says, a bit of warning in her voice. "They still have a lot of important work to do."
"That doesn't mean we can't mess with him a little bit though," Sunstreaker says eagerly.
"We've got all the fixings for a little bit of mischief," Sideswipe says, opening up one of the grocery bags he's carrying to show everyone the contents. "We've got paint, glitter, white glue, superglue, and, my personal favorite, googly eyes."
Loki arches a brow. "Googly eyes? Sounds repulsive."
Ari laughs, digging around in Sideswipe's bag and pulling out the package of googly eyes, enough for two hundred pairs. "They're not real eyes, see? They're plastic."
Loki takes the package from her, looking it over curiously with Thor peering down over his shoulder. He shakes it, making the googly eyes rattle as the black circle of the pupil moves around in the white plastic circle. After a moment, he gives her a dubious look. "Are you serious?"
"What, it's for arts and crafts." Ari takes the package back, returning it to the bag. "You've got crafts on Asgard, right?"
"Nothing like that." Thor says, bewildered.
"What can I say, kids like to add a goofy mix to their creations." The elevator opens and they peek inside Stark's lab. All the lights and machines are off, the room abandoned for the next several hours. Ari grins. "Come on. Let's go."
"And what do you expect me to do?" Loki asks, holding up his chained wrists. It'll be hard for him to use his hands but it's not impossible.
"You can help Sideswipe and me with the googly eyes. Clint, Nat, you guys take the glitter. Sunstreaker, you've got the paint. Remember, don't break anything or mess with any of the important stuff. Everything else is fair game."
"That doesn't leave a whole lot," Clint says.
"Sure, it does," Natasha says, pilfering the white glue and glitter from one of the bags Sunstreaker is carrying. "You just need a bit of imagination."
"Thor, you want to get in on this?" Sunstreaker asks, holding up a can of pink paint in offering.
Thor looks around nervously. "I…think I would rather not."
"What, afraid of getting caught?" Sideswipe teases.
"I am afraid of my Lady Jane's wrath once she finds out."
Clint snorts, spreading glue on the seat of one of the stools. "Dude, you are so whipped."
Natasha props a hip on the workbench next to Clint, holding the gallon-sized bottle of glue and eyeing him pointedly.
Clint gulps. "Right. Never mind. Forget I said anything."
Thor chuckles. "A wise decision, my friend. Which is why I shall be sitting over here, where I can truthfully say I had nothing to do with your shenanigans."
Thor pulls a stool to the front of the lab near the doors and sits, the chair squeaking slightly under his weight but holding. With him watching on, everyone else sets to work. Natasha and Clint go from chair to chair, coating them in glitter, while Sunstreaker starts painting the claw robots over near the testing area.
Ari, Sideswipe, and Loki go over to the kitchen area of the lab, where there's a counter with a sink bracketed on either side by a refrigerator and cabinets above it. Ari opens one refrigerator, peering inside cautiously. "I think this one is used for keeping biological experiments cool."
"How about we not touch that one," Sideswipe says. "Who knows what sort of contaminated things Stark's got in there."
"Who knows what contaminated things Stark has in here," Loki says, opening the other fridge. Ari and Sideswipe join him to peer inside and are…surprised by how neat it is. There are meals boxed up in tupperware all neatly stacked and organized by content. There's no strange films, nothing rotting, nothing half-open, just…clean.
"This is cleaner than the fridge back home," Ari can't help but blurt out. "And Mom keeps the house really neat despite Dad's attempts to make it otherwise. Stark definitely didn't do this himself."
"Darcy really is a good influence," Sideswipe muses, kneeling in front of the refrigerator and riffling through his bag. He takes out the package of googly eyes, opening it carefully so as not to spill any. He offers the package up to Loki, shaking it a little. "Want the first go?"
Loki takes the eyes reluctantly. "And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do with these?"
"Here, I'll show you." Ari takes the package from him and fishes out two eyes. Setting it aside on the counter, she then picks out one of the tupperware boxes. Sideswipe opens up the superglue bottle, offering it to her, which she then uses to superglue the googly eyes to the plastic.
And now it looks like the tupperware has eyes.
"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen," Loki deadpans.
Ari smirks. "Yes, I know. Just imagine what it'll look like once the entire kitchen area has eyes. Which reminds me, Sides, did you get-"
"Right here." Sideswipe holds up two jumbo-sized googly eyes bigger than her head.
Her smile spreads to a grin. "Absolutely perfect."
"And where are you putting that?" Loki asks.
"You'll see. So, you want to try?"
Loki looks around the room haplessly and then shrugs. "Might as well. Entertainment is so limited these days. Though this is not exactly what I had in mind when you said mischief."
"Sorry we don't hold up to your standards," she replies, voice thick with sarcasm. She hands him a googly eye and the tube of superglue, watching with amusement as he struggles to maneuver his cuffed hands to squeeze glue on the back of the eye. "Do you need some help there?"
He glares at her. "No, I think I have it."
Loki squirts way too much glue on the googly eye, the clear liquid spilling over on his fingers, and his glare turns sour.
Ari laughs. "You only need one drop, not a whole bunch." She takes the eye from him, sticking it to a box before leading him over to the sink. "Wash your hands before it dries."
"What is this substance?" he asks in disdain, running his hands under the water. After a moment, he pulls his hands out and rubs his fingers together. "And what has it done to my skin?"
"It's called superglue. It's a fast-acting adhesive that dries really fast. That's why your fingers feel rough. It's just dry glue."
"And how do I get it off?"
"You have to wait for it to peel off on its own, sorry. Just be glad you didn't end up gluing your fingers together. Now that hurts. Trying to pull your fingers apart again feels like the skin is going to rip off."
Loki's nose screws up. "Lovely."
"Just be careful." She holds out another eye and the glue again. "Want to try again?"
He sighs but takes them, and they diligently set to work.
The scientists are supposed to be out for several hours—an enforcement of Darcy's—but Jarvis is watching out for any potential early arrivals. If a computer program can be amused, Jarvis definitely is at the prospect of them getting the upper hand on Stark. So, they take their time, spending almost five hours in the lab systematically defiling anything not absolutely necessary for the scientists' work.
Loki continues to be a bit dubious at first, but then they finish the fridge, eyes looking back at them from every container, condiment, and shelf, with the huge pair of googly eyes stuck to the front of the fridge. The three of them stand back, admiring their work, and Loki actually cracks a smile.
He takes the googly eyes again, going around the room and attaching the remaining eyes to whatever he can find. Cabinets, tools, computers, the wall—nothing is safe—and by the time they run out of eyes the entire lab is covered.
"This is more satisfying than I thought it would be," Loki says, far less reluctantly than she thought he would. "And they can't be taken off?"
"Nope," Ari chirps. "At least, not very easily. I'm sure Stark will come up with something eventually, but superglue is as the name implies—super sticky. He's going to have these eyes watching him for a while."
"Excellent."
They wander over to the testing area where Sunstreaker seems to be putting the finishing touches on the last robot. All three of them are covered in hot pink, light pink, and purple paint, designed to look as sparkly and flashy as princesses.
Sideswipe laughs. "Oh, Stark is gonna flip!"
"That is most impressive," Loki says agrees.
"Yeah, Sunny, it looks cool," Ari complains. "We're supposed to be pranking him, not doing something neat for him."
Sunstreaker raises a skeptical brow. "You may like it, but do you really think Stark will? As far as I can tell, Stark doesn't have a lick of pink or purple anywhere. Trust me, he's not going to like his robots turned girly."
"Is the paint going to compromise functionality when it dries?" Natasha asks from across the room where she and Clint are just wrapping up.
"Course not. I've painted Autobots' bipedal forms before. I know how not to compromise functionality."
"So are you an artisan among your people?" Loki asks.
Sunstreaker shrugs, closing the cans of paint. "Yeah. At least, I used to be. Hard to find time to make anything nowadays, though, what with the war going on and all."
"What sort of artwork do you prefer?"
"Painting and metalwork mostly."
Sunny gathers his paintbrushes and goes over to the kitchen sink to wash them off, smirking at the googly eyes staring back at him on the faucet head. "But like I said, no real time to indulge, unless I'm making blades that is."
"You painted my bedroom ceiling back at the farmhouse though," Ari points out, pulling out her phone and bring up a picture she took of it. "It's amazing."
She shows it to Loki, Natasha and Clint coming over to take a look as well. "That is awesome," Clint says in admiration.
Loki looks up in surprise, noticing for the first time how close the two spies are willingly standing next to him. Ari smiles, hoping this is a step in the right direction, but then Loki frowns.
And that is when she notices Clint.
"Clint, what happened to you?" Ari asks, trying to fight down hysterical laughter.
Clint is absolutely covered, from head to toe, in glitter. It's all over his clothes, his arms, his face, even his hair.
"Indeed," Loki says. "You were supposed to glitter the furniture, not yourself."
Clint glares at him, though there's no true anger in it. "What, glitter is messy. All the best things are. Nothing wrong with that."
"Natasha didn't get a speck on her," Sideswipe says, and he's right. Natasha looks clean and impeccable as always.
A half-smile pulls at Natasha's lips. "He got a little carried away."
"No kidding," Sunny says.
"You did actually succeed in your task, yes?" Loki sneers. "You didn't use it all on yourself?"
"Yeah, we finished." Clint gestures over to the workbenches where all of the stools have been covered in purple glitter. "Even got some left over. So ha."
"Yes, I can see that. You had so much left over you decided to turn yourself purple."
"Did you decide to relive your circus days?" Sideswipe jokes.
Clint's eyes go wide, looking from Sideswipe to Natasha to Ari. "Why does he know about that? Ari, you didn't seriously-"
"Of course I did," Ari says with a conniving smile. "I told you I'd find a picture."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to show anybody!"
Sideswipe snorts. "Like she could keep that from me. Something so priceless? It demands to be shown."
"What are you talking about?" Sunny asks.
"Don't ask!" Clint says desperately but it's too late. Both Sides and Sunny go quiet for a moment, their eyes dimming slightly, and it's obvious Sideswipe is showing him the picture of Clint's old circus poster from when he was young, decked out in his purple costume as the Amazing Hawkeye.
Sunstreaker bursts into laughter, Sideswipe snickering along beside him.
Clint groans, knocking his forehead against Natasha's shoulder who just pats his head, shaking her head in false pity.
"Just what are they going on about?" Loki asks, looking towards Ari.
Ari flips through the pictures on her phone again. "Here, I think I still have the picture."
"Don't you dare!" Clint warns, stalking towards them.
Ari laughs, finding the picture and giving the phone to Loki before Clint can reach them. Loki quickly dashes away with it, Clint running after him.
"Oh, this is quite the likeness of you, Hawk," Loki calls out as he runs, looking down at the phone in delight while perfectly maneuvering around the lab. "And the color is very flattering. Tell me, is there a way to make more of this picture? I believe others would appreciate seeing you in such a striking shade."
"No one say a fragging word!" Clint yells, picking up the bag of leftover glitter as he passes the workbench and continuing his chase. "Come back here!"
Ari, Sides, Sunny, and Natasha laugh as they watch the two running around the room, Thor coming over to join them with a smile on his face.
"That is a sight I thought I would never see," Thor says as Clint finally catches up, spilling the contents of the glitter bag all over Loki.
"See what?" Ari asks in between giggles.
"Loki making a friend."
Loki shakes his head like a dog, trying to get the glitter out of his hair and all over Clint. "That's Loki making a friend?"
Thor chuckles, the sound more booming than the usual chuckle would be. "Believe it or not, yes."
"He's right," Natasha says, watching her partner with mirth. "And that's Clint making a friend, too, now that he's relaxed enough to see Loki as an actual person. They'll get along splendidly now."
Sunny snorts. "Yeah, like a house on fire."
Ari smiles, watching the grins on Loki's and Clint's faces as they throw excess glitter at each other. "But those are the best kind of friends."
"Sorry to intrude," Jarvis suddenly says, "but Sir has woken up early and is currently on his way to the lab despite Ms. Potts's efforts to persuade him to get more rest."
Ari's heart rises to her throat and everyone is a flurry of motion.
They scramble to pick up all their supplies and put things back to the way they were—except for the obvious differences—then they're tearing out of Stark's lab. The elevator dings at the end of the hall and they back pedal, detouring back the way they came to one of the other labs. This lab is currently unoccupied so it just has the bare bones of kitchen, workbenches, and stools. They duck behind the benches, keeping the lights off since they are very aware of the clear glass wall that makes the entire lab visible from the hallway.
They crouch in silence, ears straining for any sign of Stark coming.
Footsteps clack against tile, echoing, but they stop before they go past the lab they're hiding in. There's a collective sigh of relief, but then they're holding their breath again—this time in anticipation.
A few seconds go by.
And then a startled squawk followed by a truly impressive stream of curse words.
"Who did this?" Stark sputters, his voice easily filtering down to them. "My stuff…glitter…pink…eyes! Jarvis, call my suit. I'm killing whoever did this!"
"Sir, I could call your suit," Jarvis says, voice filled with fake apology, "but I'm afraid you'll still be without a target."
"What are you saying, J? I don't have time for this. There are people to kill. Now tell me who did it!"
"Sir, I'm afraid I don't know."
"What? That's impossible! Bring up the security footage."
"I can't, sir. It appears to be corrupted."
"Are you telling me that someone hacked you—which is impossible, by the way, since I made you—just to prank my lab?"
"I believe so, Sir" Jarvis replies, quite happily
Ari presses her face to Sideswipe's shoulder, trying to smother her laughter as the others do the same around her. A chuckle escapes Thor's mouth, almost too loud, and Loki clasps a hand over his mouth to quiet him.
Stark lets out more curses. "J, can you at least tell me if the hack was external or internal?"
There's a prolonged silence and they exchange worried glances. They didn't really hack Jarvis. The footage is "corrupted" because Natasha "convinced" Jarvis to erase any footage of them in the lab. Ari isn't sure exactly what Natasha said but it convinced Jarvis to do what she said despite Jarvis' protocols that keep him from lying to Stark.
Ari would love to learn that trick. Maybe it would work on Skids and Mudflap.
"I'm afraid I cannot determine the location of the source, Sir," Jarvis finally replies and they grin.
Stark's tantrum continues and they creep down the hallway towards Stark's lab to peek inside. He's trying to pry off the giant googly eyes from the fridge and they have to suppress their laughter, heading back towards the elevator before they give themselves away.
Primus, superglue is fragging great.
The elevator doors open for them—thankfully not dinging—and Ari smiles up at the nearest security camera as a silent thank you. Once the doors close and the elevator gets moving, only then do they let loose their laughter like a shaken soda can.
"That was great," Sideswipe crows, wiping tears from his eyes. "That was fragging perfect."
"Truly, it was," Loki agrees, his breaths shaking as he struggles to bring himself back under control. The laughter dies down but the smiles remain, big and bright, even on Loki. This is the lightest, the most open, she's ever seen him, and he turns that smile towards her. "Thank you, Lady Ari. Today has been…the most fun I've had in centuries."
"Well, I'm glad us 'mere mortals' were able to show you a good time," Ari teases.
He rolls his eyes. "Yes, I suppose some of you Midgardians are actually worth the space you take up."
Sunstreaker snorts, choking on more laughter.
Loki raises a brow at him. "Something you would like to add?"
"Sorry," Sunny chuckles. "I just can't take this whole better-than-thou act you got going on seriously when you look like that."
Loki looks down at himself, covered in purple glitter almost as bad as Clint. "Well…I must say, I've definitely ended up worst before."
One of Ari's doors rattles a little, showing her an image of Thor dressed up in a wedding dress with Loki as his bridesmaid. It reminds her of a Greek myth she read about in college and her eyes sparkle. "Worse than crashing a wedding by impersonating the bride and her bridesmaid?"
Thor's face pales a little. "How do you know of that?"
"There are myths and legends from when you were last on Midgard. They survived the centuries, though maybe somewhat changed by time. Are you saying that one is real though?"
"Do not tell them, brother," Thor pleads with Loki. "I beg of you."
Loki grins a wicked grin. "Oh, but I think I will. Is there a chance this story will make it back to the Lady Jane?"
Clint matches his grin. "That is a distinct possibility, but it depends. You got anymore dirt?"
"There are many tales I can regal you with." The elevator stops and Loki leads them down the hall towards the suite he shares with Thor. "Come, and I will tell you them."
"How about you guys clean yourselves up first," Ari suggests as she follows after him, "before Stark starts going door to door looking for the pranksters."
"But then stories," Sunstreaker says eagerly.
Thor groans, looking up towards the ceiling. "AllFather, help us."
In the darkness of the African plains, the Decepticons fester like boils, their anger infecting their circuits until it is the only thing they can think of.
They have failed to defeat the Autobots, yet again, and there are so few of them left. It's uncertain if any more of them are among the stars, still searching for this miserable globe where the rest of their brethren have gathered.
But they want revenge. Even if they offline trying. Barricade may not be the leader Megatron was, but the Decepticons are willing to follow him so long as he is willing to act with that goal in mind.
A disturbance in the air makes them look up from where they sit on the cold, hard ground. Barricade stands to scan the area, the six other Decepticons with him going on guard as well.
Something doesn't feel right. There's an energy building that isn't natural and is unlike anything their sensors have picked up before.
Something is coming.
Electricity spontaneously crackles in the air in front of them, like lightning even though there are no clouds for a storm. It bites and cracks, growing from a single spark to a large ball in only a matter of seconds, illuminating them in a blue glow.
They pull out their blasters, ready for whatever the Pit is about to throw at them next.
The electricity bursts like an exploding star, forcing them to shield their optics, and when the light diminishes there stands a being not from this planet.
Unless Earth has started creating purple humans almost the size of a Cybertronian.
The purple being smirks at them, his blocky features cocky, unperturbed that he is seconds from death.
"Who are you?" Barricade growls, half-tempted just to open fire now but something about this being sets him on edge. The way in which he arrived, the energy that still lingers in the air. There is a...wrongness that his processor can't explain.
Being too hasty could lead to the end of them all.
"I am Thanos," the being replies, voice deep like a rock slide. "And you are Cybertronians, are you not? I must say, I was surprised to find your kind here of all places."
"We have been at war—we, the Decepticons, against the Autobots. And our war has led us to this pathetic planet."
Thanos's smile takes on a mad glint. "A civil war with your own kind. That is something I would enjoy."
"And unless you wish to add your death to our war, I suggest you move along," Barricade snarls.
"That will not be happening today," Thanos says dismissively. "But I do wish to join your war by offering an alliance."
Barricade lowers his blaster slightly, intrigued. "And what do you have to offer us?"
"I have an army known as the Chitauri."
"We have heard of them. They were defeated by the humans before."
"Yes, they were, and I was unable to get what I want. However, if you and I work together, then perhaps we can both get what we want."
Barricade smiles, pointed teeth gleaming in the moonlight. This stranger may be wrong but he is powerful, that much Barricade can tell. And if that power is willing to work for them... "We want the earthling, Ari Lennox. She has something we have desired for a very long time."
"And I wish to have my scepter back. Both are locked in that Tower, well-guarded and kept just out of reach." Thanos steps forward, holding out a hand. "How about we change that?"
Author's Note
This chapter amuses me to no end, guys, you have no idea. I hope you liked it just as much. Have you ever seen that many googly eyes in one place? Cause it's fragging hilarious!
And then Clint and Loki in their glitter war!
*cough*
Right, back to seriousness. The end of the chapter. An alliance between the Decepticons and Thanos. As you can imagine, nothing good can come of that.
Next chapter will be up next Tuesday. And the battle will begin.
Hope you enjoyed, PLEASE REVIEW, and see you all next time!
