Natasha didn't even blink. She raised her tranquilizer dart gun and shot Loki. The syringe hit him in the stomach. He obviously hadn't seen that one coming (which was stupid if you thought about where they were), and by the time he got the syringe out, he had doubled over, unconscious.

Clint and Tony stared at her in amazement.

"I don't know why nobody thought of doing that last time we ran into this guy," Natasha muttered.

The Russian had a point.

The Hulk lay unconscious on the ground, next to a still sleeping Thor. Steve held Mjolnir in his right hand, gaping at his success. He couldn't believe it…what had made him worthy to wield Thor's weapon? Just as he was deciding that it probably had something to do with being willing to die for his snoring comrade, the Hulk turned back into Bruce Banner with a few violent shudders. Bruce sat up, clutching his pants tighter around his waist.

"Oh, no," he moaned. "What happened?" Then he noticed the hammer in the Captain's hand, and his mouth dropped open. "You're—you're carrying it?"

Steve nodded. "If it wasn't for that, you'd still be raging around the place in green-mode."

"Oh…" was all Bruce managed to say. Then he looked to his right, where Thor was snoring loudly. "Is Thor alright?"

Poking Thor gingerly with his foot, Steve said, "I think so. Just a bit…sleepy."

"Why did I turn into the Hulk in my sleep?" Dr. Banner demanded.

Steve looked a bit guilty. "That was sort of my fault...and Tony's. We wanted to see if the elevator was worthy, and Thor (being the only one who could carry the hammer at the time) fell asleep kinda randomly. The only way to wake him up was with the airhorn."

Bruce wasn't amused.

Lucky for Steve, the doctor didn't have time to respond, because Clint, Tony, and Natasha came walking into the corridor. Loki was slumped over Hawkeye's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"At least Loki doesn't snore in his sleep," Clint remarked, setting the frost giant down next to his brother.

"Loki?" Steve exclaimed in surprise. "Where was he?"

Tony answered, "In the weapons vault, if you can believe it. And why are you holding—" his eyes widened. "WHY IS STEVE CARRYING THOR'S HAMMER?"

"That's how he managed to knock me out of the Other Guy," Bruce said.

"I can't believe it," Tony said. "I knew you were sheltered, but not this sheltered!"

Steve decided not to take offense.

Clint cleared his throat. "So, what are we going to do about them?" He pointed at the two Asgardians.

Loki stirred.

"Steve immediately lowered Mjolnir on Loki's chest, trapping him sufficiently. "He's not worthy, is he?" Steve knew it was a pointless question, but still.

"Apparently not," Loki spoke for himself. He struggled for a bit, then turned to his brother. "Thor, wake up already!"

Thor was awake in an instant. "BROTHER! WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!" he yelled. Then he looked up at everyone. "Hello!" he said, smiling. "Good morning!"

Loki cleared his throat more loudly than was necessary.

Thor turned towards him. "BROTHER!" he cried. "YOU'RE ALIVE!" He pushed Mjolnir off of Loki and tackled him in an enormous bear hug. "I THOUGHT YOU DEAD!"

"I thought me dead too," Loki made fun of Thor's choice of words. "Get off of me, you big oaf."

Thor complied, then punched Loki's forehead, rendering him unconscious again. "Sorry, brother, but you're still dangerous."

"Well, let's throw him in our strongest holding cell," Thor said, grabbing Mjolnir and then standing up.

"What was with all the hugging?" Tony demanded.

"I thought he was dead," Thor said, still smiling. "I am glad he is not. Still, he probably is up to no good, so we might as well put him away until we get to interrogating him."

Then the window exploded.