Thor and Loki sat cross-legged on the floor of the warehouse. One of his hands was resting, face-up, on Thor's, and the other was cradling Thor's hand on top of it. Thor smacked Loki's hand. "Hammer."

Loki smacked his hand, right back. "Lance."

"Spear." Thor piped.

"Dagger." Loki returned.

"Sword."

"Bow."

"Arrows."

Loki frowned. "Arrows aren't weapons, they're accessories."

"Yeah, they are." Thor contradicted. "Haven't you ever seen the Chronicles of Narnia? Susan can stab people with arrows, so they're weapons."

"Very well." Loki sighed. "Um…"

"Hesitation!" Thor crowed. "I win!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes. You did."

"Can we play again?" Thor asked hopefully.

"Fine." Loki allowed. "One more time. But then we really must eat."

"Yay!" Thor cheered. "This is the..." He began smacking Loki's hand as hard as his tiny muscles would allow.

"Game of…" Loki continued, smacking Thor's hand with just as much rigor.

"Concentration…"

"No repeats…"

"Or hesitation."

"Category is…"

"Food!" Thor grinned.

"Sandwiches."

"Chocolate."

"Vegetables."

"Bacon!"

"Meat."

"Carrots!"

"That's a repeat." Loki grinned smugly.

"Is not!" Thor protested, jumping up indignantly. "We never said carrots."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "True, but I said vegetables. A carrot is a form of vegetable, so that's a repeat." He smirked at his brother. "Victory is mine."

Thor glared in frustration. "No fair!"

"It is, too, fair!" Loki sniffed, gliding to his feet. "I shan't play games with you if you accuse me of using underhanded methods to do so."

Thor plopped down in disappointment. "I don't even know what that means…" He muttered.

Loki let out a snort of laughter, and set about preparing Thor's lunch. Just as he was about to hand the peanut butter and jelly sandwich over to his brother, (Loki was no cook, admittedly. Sandwiches were a bit of a stretch) he heard a soft noise just outside of the warehouse doors. He glanced up sharply, sending a wave of magic out to investigate. Barton. At least him, most likely the rest of the group, as well. This did not bode well…

"We have to leave." He announced sharply. "Now."

"What?" Thor gasped, his eyes wide. "Why?"

"Because I said so." Loki shoved the sandwich at the small boy, and began rushing around, collecting their things.

"You're not my boss!" Thor protested. "I'm older than you, so you have to do what I say!"

"Not right now, you're not." Loki muttered. "Odin's crows, we don't have time for this."

Quickly, he scooped Thor up in his arms, and teleported them both away, with no real destination in mind. They turned up in the middle of Central Park, and Loki could only be grateful they hadn't ended up in the tower, or something. Thor grumpily wiggled out of Loki's arms, and plopped onto a nearby park bench, angrily munching on his sandwich.

That… had been close. Too close. Loki put a disguising glamour over himself, and flopped onto the park bench next to Thor.

"Why'd you run away, Brother?" Thor asked, his mouth full of peanut butter.

"Close your face when it's full." Loki snapped.

Thor swallowed, then piped up again. "Who was coming?"

"Earth's Mightiest Idiots." Loki whispered, leaning his head forward until it rested on his knees. "Be quiet and don't bother me."

"You don't have to run from them, Loki." Thor continued. "We just wanna help."

"The civilians." Loki agreed. "Not the villains."

"No, everyone." Thor laid a small hand on Loki's shoulder, and, to his own surprise, he didn't shrug it off. "We wanna help as many people as we can, but sometimes, people do bad things, and it's more important to stop them, because they're hurting a lot of people. But we still care about the villains. You're still my brother."

"I'm not." Loki grumbled, but the truth had stricken through. Thor wasn't entirely wrong. It did seem like the kind of senseless, hero-ish thing the Avengers would think.

"Yeah, you are." Thor sighed, sitting back to finish off his sandwich.

Loki glanced up at him. "You really think so?"

Thor grinned, his face covered in grape jelly. "Of course!"

Loki narrowed his eyes. "Now?"

"Why not?" Thor raised his eyebrows.

Loki slumped in defeat. "Fine. I'll return you to your friends, and if they try to kill me, I'm leaving."

"Okay!" Thor stood up, grabbing Loki's hand, and pulling him towards the tower.

Tony was asleep. He didn't ever want to wake up, unless someone offered him a large enough coke. It had been four days since Loki had "kidnapped" Thor, and Tony was determined to pay back the Trickster somehow, for his immense act of kindness. He wasn't aware Loki could be nice.

"Tony?" Bruce called from the doorway.

"I'm dead." Tony announced.

"Good to know…" Bruce sighed. "Look, someone's here to see you."

"Tell them I'm dead." Tony grinned, but nobody could tell, since his face was under the pillows.

"He won't take no for an answer…"

"Too bad."

Bruce walked over and smacked Tony lightly on the shoulder. "Up, Tony."

"Bleeeeeh!" Tony rolled over. "Don't smack dead people, it's considered rude."

Bruce waited patiently. Tony glanced out from under the pillow. "Who is it?"

"Loki."

"Oh!" Tony sat up. "I need to talk to him!"

Bruce rolled his eyes. "I thought you were dead."

"Welcome to the zombie apocalypse!" Tony grinned, crossing his eyes, and stumbling across the floor. "Bluuuuuuhhhh…"

He glanced at Bruce. "I'm being a zombie."

"I noticed." Bruce sighed.

Tony zombie-walked into the elevator, and travelled down to the lobby, where Loki was waiting patiently on the couch with a fully-adult Thor.

"Hey, Lokes!" Tony grinned cheerfully. "Thanks for taking Point Break for me, I really owe you one!"

Loki looked up, a vaguely perplexed expression on his face. "No trouble. Here he is."

Thor smiled happily, giving Loki a reassuring glance.

"Well, thanks. How much does the babysitter of norse deities charge?" Tony laughed. "Got to be a crazy high price, huh? Well, I can handle it, whatever it is."

Loki shrugged one shoulder. "Nothing but being allowed stay in your tower."

"Sorry, no can do." Tony shook his head. "See, you're still on the bad guy side."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "What if I changed sides?"

"How would I know you wouldn't change back?" Tony countered.

Loki glanced down at his hands. "I can't prove it. But… I don't want to do the wrong thing, anymore. I'm not going to run away, anymore."

Tony narrowed his eyes, giving Loki a scrutinizing look. "Okay." He finally said.

Loki looked up with shock on his face. "Anthony, you're insane."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Tony shrugged. "Hey, you ever had ice cream?"

If you guys aren't familiar with the game Loki and Thor were playing at the beginning of the game, it's called "Concentration", and it's actually really fun.

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