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"LOKI YOU LITTLE DIOT!" Clint stormed into the library.
"What is it Barton, that have you stomping around and yelling in the library, commonly known as a place of silence? Am I to assume that you are unaware of what a library is?" Loki said quietly but loud enough for Clint to hear.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID!" Clint roared.
"No I don't. Can you please tell me what exactly I have done?" Loki's voice was just a little bit too innocent.
Clint glared at him.
"Oh that, that had nothing to do with me." The lie smoothly crossed his lips. They were now standing so close that their noses almost met.
"Tell me then," Clit whispered in a way that would send chills down the backs off even the bravest of people. "If not you, then who?"
"I don't know." Loki lied just as calmly. "Have you tried Stark?" Clint then stormed out of the room.
Clint came storming into the lab where Tony and Bruce were working on something
"Hi Legolas, what's up?" Tony said from across the room.
Clint looked furious. "TONY STARK YOU S.O.B! HOW COULD YOU?"
"My dear Hawkeye, what exactly do you suppose that I have done?" Tony was totally calm.
"MY BOW IS FREAKING INK BECAUSE OF YOU! THIS IS IT, I DECLARE A PRANK WAR! If you could please write your name on the dotted line." Clint held out a contract like piece of paper which Tony signed before dramatically storming out of the room again.
Tony looked to Bruce who groaned. "It seems like we've got a prank war on our hands."
The clock was exactly 3.01 AM when the alarm bell rung, waking everyone from their beauty sleep.
"What the heck." Bruce grumbled as they all scrambled into the meeting room for emergencies, only to find Tony sitting fully clothed, in an armchair, waiting for them.
"Dear fellow avengers, and Loki, I called you hereto inform you all about the upcoming prank war between me and Katniss over there." He said pointing to Clint.
"You are all allowed to participate, but try not to destroy the tower, because…"
"Wait," Loki interrupted, "You woke us up in the middle of the night to tell us about a FREAKING PRANK WAR?" he glared at Tony who glared back.
"Well, it's your fault. I mean, I think we all (except maybe Clint) know who really turned Clint's bow pink and it wasn't I."
Loki smiled sheepishly. "Well shit, would you look at the time. Seems like I've got to go. Bye." With that he hurried out of the room.
"Wait…" the rest of them turned towards Clint who had only just seemed to pick up on what exactly had happened. "LOKI YOU BASTARD, GET BACK HERE!"
About two days later, Tony could be seen walking restlessly around the tower looking furious, wearing a ball gown. Trust me, it's a hilarious sight.
"Pepper!" He ran to catch up with her, stumbling in the long dress. "Have you seen Barton?"
"Not recently," she said trying to stifle a laugh. "I see you liked his dress?" For some reason she was now looking concerned, even thought she was still trying, and failing, at hiding a little smile.
"That was him? SHIT! I thought that was Loki."
From somewhere in the tower he could swear that he heard someone scream his name, "STARK!"
"Yeah, of course, what did you think? Wait, scratch that last part, I know exactly what you thought, but what did he do that didn't have anything to do with the dress?" Pepper stared questioningly at him.
"Someone stole all my alcohol." Tony was fuming, glaring at Pepper.
"Oh that, that was me." Pepper stated as if she was doing him a favor (which she kind of were).
"Y-y-you? How could you?" He was now moping at her, doing a pretty nice impression of a fish.
"You drink far too much already, and the last few days you and the rest of the Avengers have been running around the tower like crazy. Heck, yesterday, Bruce woke up with green hair and almost hulked out on me. So I am banning you from alcohol."
With a "NOOOOOOO!" from Tony who was staring at her with wide eyes she walked away.
"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" Steve was yelling across the room pointing at his face, stalking straight towards… Bruce?
What was wrong was obvious though, actually it was the most obvious thing about the whole situation.
The clock was about 7 in the morning, when Steve decided that it was a good time to go for a morning run, well that was until he looked in the bathroom mirror an saw his reflection.
His skin was… No, it was too horrible to describe.
Anyway, there he was, still in his PJ's if I might add, glaring at Bruce who was trying his hardest to look serious but did not quite manage to hide a smile.
"Yes, yes I do think it is funny."
"You think it is funny to mess with other people's skin tone? Because I can tell you it is not. Turn it back!" It was strange how much he managed to sound like a child who wanted his favorite toy back.
"Relax, it'll be back to normal by tomorrow."
And that is why you should never mess with Bruce's hair or you might (if not extremely careful) also just find yourself one day walking around with deep purple skin.
"Loki." It was in the middle of the night and everyone were… well, at least they were supposed to be asleep, but it seemed like someone snuck out and were now having a meeting in the dark.
"Natasha." Loki acknowledged her presence. His green eyes shone brightly in the where he stood a few feet away from her his back turned away.
"Are the plans ready?" Natasha's voice was soft, barely a whisper.
"Of course my dear Romanoff." They looked at each other.
"Great."