Dawn lit New York City as the column of light touched down near the Stark Tower. Once the light disappeared, a pale man stood, a sneer painted on his face. He flicked his hands and floated above the city, his greenish eyes searching. Finally, he found it, the place of his falling. Stark Tower. Another sneer drew his face tight, he flew quickly to the tower, his fingers twitching with blue light. He hovered above the tower, his feet centimeters from the top.
As the sun crested the sky higher, it's rays penetrating the buildings of the city, the god cast his spell. It was a very intricate spell, one taught to him by a book. He practiced it in his cell, doing it on the rats and mice that scurried in and out. The first time he tried, he past out, blood dripping out of his nose. Once he mastered the rodents, he tried it on himself, scars marked his body from the failed attempts that brought fire burning across skin. He chanted the spell, his fingers alive with bright purple light, it shot from his fingers, striking the tower. When the sun was a full color and no longer shot rays of orange and red through the sky, the spell was finished. Purple light encased the tower and the god, swirling and exploding as the magic was done. Perfect. He thought, calling the light column. He vanished as the first scream from the tower pierced the blue air.
"What is this?!" A very outraged, brown haired woman roared as she stormed down the hallways. "I have tits! Nice ones, but tits!" She cried, throwing her slender hands up. "Jarvis, what is the meaning of this?" She asked the ceiling, cocking her head to the right.
"Sir-madam, it seems your gender has been, switch." The ceiling informed the woman, a pause following this.
"Jarvis I know this! Tell me how or why." She demanded, her bare foot tapping the floor. The servant went quiet for a few minutes before coming back.
"Madam, my scans show you've been changed with some energy I cannot detect." Jarvis said, if his voice could change pitches, he would sound sheepish. The woman huffed and stomped down to the kitchen. She almost attacked a blonde haired woman that walked in front of her.
"Who are you?" The both roared at the same time. "Cap?" The brown haired woman asked, her body still tense.
"Tony?" Cap asked, her blue eyes wide. She grinned then burst out laughing. "What a girl you make!" Cap roared, collapsing into a pile of laughs. Tony kicked him. "Ow!" Cap hissed, holding her belly. Tony grumbled and stalked to the kitchen.
"Nice tits Stevie." Tony smirked as he saw the blonde stand. A blush covered her pale face. Steve covered her chest with her arms, a foot pushed out so her hip could jut out.
"Nice hair." She commented, nodding to the perfect ringlets that was Tony's hair. Tony snorted and flipped it.
"You know you're jealous." Tony smirked, spinning back to the fridge. Another blonde came rushing down the hall, a hammer in her hands. "Hey Thor, you get turned as well?" Tony asked, pulling out some bacon.
"Tony? Steve?" Thor asked, peering into each face. Her voice was still loud and ruff, but had a strange undertone to it. Both nodded. "Thank the Allfather." She muttered, her blue eyes peering up. "What happened to us?" she asked, setting the hammer down. Tony winced as she watched it thump on the floor.
"We have no idea, only we woke up like this." Steve shrugged, tugging at her short hair. Thor;s hair was a giant waterfall, almost touching the floor. A rough shout came from the sleeping halls.
"Nat must be up." Steve commented as a red haired man came down the halls.
"You too?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. They all nodded. "Of course. What did Jarvis say Tony?" He asked, pointing to the ceiling.
"He said something changed us, he couldn't identify what it was though." Tony sighed, flipping some bacon. Two more women came down the hall, a dark haired women with semi long hair and a short haired woman who looked petrified.
"Bruce, Clint!" Steve cried, a smirk tilting her lips at Clint. The woman flipped Steve off, a sneer drawing her face tight.
"I hate this." Clint grumbled, holding her arms like a scarecrow. Nat grinned at Clint and went over to her.
"You'll be fine." He told her, hooking an arm around her shoulders. Clint grumbled something else to her red haired companion. Tony flipped the bacon onto a plate as Steve popped toast into the toaster. Bruce came over and made eggs, she was better at it then Tony. Thor was, well, checking herself out, her hands rarely left her waterfall of hair, running through it. Tony snorted at this and flung her ringlets away again. Bruce's hips swayed as she hummed a random tune, her loose hair swishing.
Once the food was done, the Avengers sat to eat. It was odd indeed to see them all sat around like htis, the opposite gender of themselves. To Tony, they all seemed the same, just bodies were different. It felt like incarnation to her. They each had the same soul, just a different host for it. She couldn't get over Thor's hair though, it made her laugh each time she looked at it. Steve was mortified by his body, slim and curvy. It made Tony chuckle each time her hands landed near a curve and she jumped.
"Alright, we need to get to the bottom of this." Nat said as soon as breakfast was over. The others agreed. "Who would do this?" Nat wondered, tapping his chin. The thought came to them all at once. "Loki." They all uttered.
"Thor! You think you could talk to him?" Tony asked, turning to the blonde god/goddess. Thor nodded without thought. She left to change as the others talked about who else it could have been. Thor left to go to Asgard to confront her brother as the other's went to get dressed. Luckily for Tony, Pepper had left some jeans of hers (and bras, thank God) before she left on a trip. Tony wiggled into them, cursing girl jeans. How do girl's wear these? She wondered, hating how awkward they were well, everywhere. She pulled on one of her shirts, lucky it still fit.
The others had just a terrible time as Tony, grumbling about clothes. Bruce and Steve were out of luck in the girl clothes department in their rooms and slunk to Nat for help. She gave them undergarments and jeans roughly their size. They met in the living room and waited. The news told of light columns shooting out of New York near the tower, wondering why Asgard was back. They also spoke of a figure that hovered above the tower early that morning, purple light swathing the tower and the form.
"Loki." Clint growled out, her eyes narrowed.
Around noon, Thor returned, Loki trapped in her arms. The Avengers stood and stalked to the god. He grinned at them, a spark lighting in his eyes. "my my, qhat lovely girls and boy, you all make." He purred out, Tony punched him in the face. Loki laughed again, smirking at them all.
"Change us back." Tony spat out, her fists curled. Loki thought for a moment.
"No." He told her, closing his greenish eyes. Tony punched him the stomach this time, rage building in her.
"Do it or I hand you back over to S.H.I.E.L.D." She threatened, her brown eyes narrowed. Loki's eyes flicked up. Tony sneered down at him, hands on her hips. Loki chuckled again.
"Silly girl." He grinned at her. tony raised a fist. Steve placed her hand over Tony's fist.
"Loki, just change us back and no more harm comes to you. Fair trade I think." Steve shrugged. Loki thought for a moment.
"I won't go to S.H.I.E.L.D?" He asked softly. Steve nodded. Loki sighed and started to muttered a spell. Purple light sparked from his fingers, shooting a the Avengers. Tony smacked them away, hissing and cursing. Loki flexed his hands out, purple swallowing the Avengers. He slumped, panting. The Avengers became themselves again, much to their relief. Tony;s first thought was, guy jeans, I need guy jeans! Thor took his brother back to Asgard and returned to celebrate with his comrades. They all had opposite gender clothes that fit them in their closets from now on, just in case.