By the time Steve and Tony reached the bar, Clint was passed out in Thor's arms. Steve could have driven there by himself (he had driven to the restaurant in his own car), but who in their right mind would turn down a ride with Tony Stark?

"Patriotic One, Man of Iron, you both have my sincerest apologies," Thor said as he laid Clint in the backseat, then climbed in the other side, "I did not know the Archer would become so unwell."

"It's alright, Rapunzel," Tony replied, driving off. "Clint's bark is always bigger than his bite, he probably told you he could handle WAY more than he actually could."

Behind him, Clint stirred, rolling from one side of his body to the other. "Nat…stop hitting me…" he mumbled in his sleep, smiling a bit.

Tony chuckled. "Even in his dreams they're practically a couple."

"How much did you guys drink, anyway?" Steve asked.

"He swallowed a meager ten shots of the clear liquid before his tolerance was exceeded," Thor replied, then smugly added, "I finished twenty."

"Clear liquid?" Steve asked, "You mean-"

"You downed twenty vodka shots?" Tony finished incredulously, "No way, that's not possible!"

Thor grinned proudly. "Asgardians have exceedingly high alcohol tolerance, weak Midgardian beverages hardly affect us. I would have had more, but the man behind the counter forbade it."

"Damn Hammerhead, that's impressive. You and I have to go drinking one day," Tony mused.

"Though I doubt even the great Tony Stark could top twenty vodka shots," Steve teased.

Tony smiled and shrugged. "You never know, Cap. I might just be better at drinking than you think."

Steve rolled his eyes. "The last time you drank, you ended up on the floor of your lab, wearing a tutu and covered in flour."

"That was one time, Cap. ONE TIME," Tony said defensively, "And you can't deny that I looked great in that tutu."

Steve grinned sheepishly and his cheeks went pink. Tony had looked RIDICULOUS in the tutu, but c'mon, he DID look great in pretty much anything. Not that Steve had been paying attention to how good Tony looked in his outfits. That wasn't the case at all.

"Where did you even get a tutu?" he asked.

"Long story short, Bruce and I did Drunk Science. For the first time and the last," Tony replied. Steve laughed, but was overpowered by the vibrating of Tony's phone, signaling a text message. Tony, being the careless driver that he was, pulled out his phone to check the text.

"Tony! Pull over first, you should never check a text while driving!" Steve said worriedly. Tony chuckled and shook his head.

"Cap, Cap, Cap. Honestly, I thought you'd know better by now. JARVIS can take over driving if I'm busy," he replied.

"Oh. Why don't you just have JARVIS drive you everywhere, then?" Steve asked.

"Because I look really cool behind the wheel."

Steve laughed. "I should've known. Who was the text from, anyway?"

"Fury. He wants us all to meet at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, apparently he has something to tell us," Tony answered, "I'll just drive us all there."

"What shall we do with the Bird Man? He has not yet awakened," Thor pointed out.

"We'll take him and hope he comes to his senses eventually?" Tony offered.

"I can't think of anything better to do," Steve replied.

"Nor can I," Thor seconded.

"Then to S.H.I.E.L.D. we go."

The entire team sat around a circular table in one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s conference rooms. Well, most of them were sitting. Clint was still out cold, sprawled across a couch behind everybody else, and Fury was pacing. Loki was there, too, Nick insisted on keeping him locked up until it was okay for Thor to go back to Asgard to keep him in check. He kept eyeing Clint mischievously, then finally asked, "Does anyone bear some sort of writing implement?"

Confused, some searched their pockets, but it was Bruce who was able to give Loki what he wanted. "I have a Sharpie. Why do you need it?"

Loki eagerly strode over to Bruce and swiftly stole the marker from in between his fingers. "I want to leave our Archer friend a surprise for when he awakens," he answered, uncapping the pen and standing over Clint.

Natasha turned to see where Loki was going and smirked when she realized what he was going to do. "Wait, Loki," she said, getting up to join him, "give me the pen, I want a crack at drawing on Barton's face."

So they shared the marker and thoroughly vandalized Clint's vulnerable, sleeping face. Thor had tried to stop them, but Tony had stopped Thor first.

"Let 'em do it, it'll be hilarious. Besides, this is his own fault," he'd said.

So they sat in their circle, waiting patiently (but not exactly eagerly) for Fury's news. Eventually, Agent Hill had come in with a small nod to signal him that their project was complete and he could now spread the word.

"Alright everyone," Nick announced, grabbing everyone's attention, "I called you all here today because we have some exciting news. Recently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been trying to improve connections with Asgard. Earlier this month, we sent several satellites out, and have been tracking each for a while. We connected-"

"-them to here, blah, blah, blah, just cut to the chase already," Tony interrupted. Fury sent him a death glare, then nodded at Agent Hill, who promptly smacked Tony upside the head. It shut him right up.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has successfully created such fast connections with Asgard that any of you can reach them anytime and anywhere after you sync your phones with the satellite. Thor and Loki, you can return home whenever you like. And by whenever you like, I mean immediately," Fury finished, glaring at Loki. He'd caused one too many problems during his time there, so of course Director Fury was left to keep him in line, and frankly, he wanted to wring the god's neck. The sooner they got home, the better.

Thor nodded and stood, taking his younger brother by the arm. "I will see to it that we depart this evening. I apologize on behalf of my brother for any problems he may have caused."

Loki scowled up at him. "I only meant to entertain myself, it's not as though I brought harm to anyone. Well, I didn't try to, anyway."