A/N: Back by popular demand! Seriously, I had no idea I'd get so much feedback by including Doctor Who aspects! So, the result was this chapter, which is dedicated to three people: GingerNinjaRules (who gave me a wonderful framework to start from), The Goddess of Books, and XxLetsLiveForeverxX (who is a friend of mine on DeviantArt). This was so freaking fun to write, and personally, I think this is the best chapter yet! (emphasis on the yet) Anyway, continued thanks to all those who review, favorite, or follow. I love you all. Oh, and happy dance because you guys broke the 50 review mark!

"Now that is interesting." Loki stood outside the Avengers Tower. Because of Thor's visit to Asgard on his behalf, Odin decided to revoke Loki's probation at McDonald's and reinstate his powers, but only to the level where he can severely inconvenience people, not harm them. "This one known as Pepper shall indeed order the statues, and I shall prank those Avengers! Hehehehehehehehehe-ack. Stupid flies."

Clint and Natasha were the first to leave the room. They had decided that neither would be sleeping alone tonight. Not after watching that. The others left one by one, none really feeling truly safe.

No one had a good night's sleep. Although, Natasha and Clint took turns watching so the other could sleep. Bruce slept but he did not sleep comfortably, Tony doesn't really sleep anyway, and Thor and Steve had the worst. They slept, but they kept waking up in cold sweats. It was most definitely to all not a good night.

While the Avengers attempted to sleep, Loki made busy with the statues that were ordered by Pepper. Firstly, he changed their shape. The statues now looked like Weeping Angels. Next Loki positioned them around the Tower, and a few in the Tower. He knew that this was going to be fun.

"Nat, wake up. It's seven."

"owmwoboaem owem oadoiaewmgo"

"Didn't quite catch that, honey."

Natasha rolled over. "I said I don't want to get out of bed."

"Well, neither do I, but we do have to see if the others survived the night."

"Fine, but you better make me some damned good coffee."

"Anything for you sweetheart." Clint kissed her on the forehead.

As Clint was walking over to grab some pants to put over his boxers, he stopped. Clint walked backwards three steps and looked outside the window.

"Nat. We have a serious problem."

Nat looked extremely worried. "What is it Clint?"

"You need to see for yourself. You won't believe me if I just tell you."

Natasha edged toward Clint to see what he was looking at.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"I told you, Nat."

"Clint, let's move. Now."

"Weapons first. We need to be prepared."

They alternated weapons gathering. One of them was always looking at the statues. Just not at their eyes.

"Alright Clint. Now let's get the others."

Clint and Natasha edged their way out of Clint's room. They were going to get Steve first.

"Ladies first." Clint gestured with both arms towards Steve's door.

Natasha kicked in Steve's door, ducking just as a Shield came at her head. Clint was not so lucky as he was standing guard with his back to where the door had been.

"Steve! Damn it! That hurt like hell!"

"Why did you break down my door? I've been on edge all night because of that Doctor Who stuff."

"Yeah, Steve, about that. Don't panic, but you really need to look out your window."

Steve turned around.

"DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS! HOW THE HELL IS THAT REAL? I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A SHOW!"

"Trust us. We did too. But right now we need to get the others together."

Bruce took this time to come into Steve's room.

"Guys, we have a problem."

"We know. The only think we can do is hunker down and hope that if the Angels are real, then so is the Doctor. Nat and I will go get Tony. You and Steve can go get Thor. We'll meet in the living room. It should still have the stocked pantry."

The two subgroups separated. Thor took little convincing to leave. Especially when he saw the statues. Tony, on the other hand refused to look. Nat and Clint had to drag him to his window to prove that the angels were indeed there. Everyone was in the living room within fifteen minutes.

"So now what, birdbrain."

"We need to barricade the doors, and we need mirrors. On the plus side, we don't have to worry about them turning out lights because Tony is a living human flashlight."

"Gee. Thanks."

Fortunately, Tony was the quintessential prima donna, and he had a mirror for each of them. They decided that it would be best to set up defensive positions in case anything did happen. Clint and Natasha were the first line of defense due to the fact that they were the only two people thinking clearly at the moment. Steve and Tony were second line, and Thor and Bruce were the last wave closest to the wall.

Loki was in one of the lower levels of the Avengers Tower, more specifically speaking, he was on the level directly below where the Avengers had barricade themselves in. There was an angel right in front of him.

"Time to make things a little more interesting. Hehehehehe." With that he waved his hands around the angel statue. "Alright you. You have to go and touch everyone in the room directly above us. When you are done you shall be returned to your regular stone form. Understood."

Loki turned around. Then the world started spinning. Why did he feel like he just landed on his face? Why does the ground look like red velvet? Why was he surrounded by people with flashing things? "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

A random crowd member drew attention to Loki who had now stood up.

"Hey! Look! It's Tom Hiddleston! He came to the awards dressed as Loki! Tom, over here."

"No, Tom, over here!"

"Tom" "Tom" "Tom" "Tom"

"ENOUGH!"

All of the reporters shut up.

"Who is this man you call me. I am not Tom. I am a King! I am Loki!"

"Oh, that's wonderful, he's even in character!"

"Wait, that can't be Tom Hiddleston! Tom Hiddleston is right there!"

The crowd looked over to where the other "Tom Hiddleston" was. No one could tell the difference. The two men looked exactly the same.

"Tom" decided to make the first move.

"I see. What an excellent costume sir. You look exactly like me. Hehehe."

"Costume? I am in some of the greatest armor in all of the Nine Realms! As for our mutual appearance, I cannot deny that portion of your statement. Now, where is Stark Tower? I must return to finish what I started."

"Hehehehe. You really do have it all down, don't you!"

"You mortal! I had an army."

"Well, I have two armies! Loki's army and the Hiddlestoners."

"Very well then. I shall consider you to be a possible ally should I require serv-"

Everything was spinning again. Loki felt like he was going to throw up. He hadn't felt this upset since he had to deal with the soldier's driving. That twenty minute ride still gave him nightmares. His face hurt again. He was back where he had been, only thirty minutes had passed.

"Well, that charm worked better than expected. Ehehehehehehehe."

Back in the living room the Avengers were poised for attack, waiting for those angels to go for the door. It wasn't five minutes into their watch that Bruce gave them some very unwelcome news.

"Guys."

"Bruce, Shh! I need to listen for any movement."

"But this is extremely important!"

"I don't care how important you think it is, it'll have to wa-"

"DAMMIT, CLINT! LOOK OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW! "

"Oh shit."

"I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU BUT YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN!"

"Okay, okay. I'll watch it, you guys work on clearing the door. Nat, toss me a mirror, no chances."

The others quickly tore down their barricade.

"Clint, come on, we're out."

"Don't need to tell me twice, tin can! Wait, where are we running?"

"I don't know, wherever whoever is in front runs to?"

"Tony, who's in front?"

"Oh shit."

"What? Who is it?"

"Thor!"

"Oh fuck, we're doomed."

~Clint~

Clint was vaguely aware that people were standing around him. His face hurt. He wondered if he had another cognitive recalibration. Then someone started poking him. It was a kid. Then his, father, if Clint perceived correctly, took him away from "the strange man." Clint slowly began to get up.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Clint had a momentary freeze. Why was he looking at himself. He was still him, wasn't he?

"I'm fine. Sorry. Don't exactly know what just happened."

"All good. Although, for a second I was shocked. Wasn't expecting to see someone who looked just like me today." The other man gave him a small smile. "The name's Jeremy. How are you?" He offered Clint his left hand.

Clint was shocked. This other guy that looked exactly like him was a lefty, just like him. There was something about this guy. Clint automatically trusted him, which for him was extremely wierd. Eh, why not?

"Nice to meet you. I'm John." Okay, Clint didn't trust him enough to give him his actual name.

"Hey, this might be awkward, but I'm about to walk into a press conference for a movie. These are the stupid, snooty reporters, not the nice ones. Do you mind helping me play a joke on them?"

Clint was ecstatic. He really did like this guy, Jeremy. "Jeremy, it would be my genuine pleasure." His face twisted to one of devious joy, which was mirrored by the man standing directly beside him. Clint hated reporters. With a passion.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Nope. I just thought it'd be funny to screw with them. Which one's the real Renner?"

"I do like the way you think. Lead the way."

The two devilishly grinning men walked into the press room. There were several audible gasps. There wasn't a single reporter who looked in control of the situation. As soon as Clint and Jeremy sat down, they waited in silence for five minutes while the reporters looked at their questions, then at the two identical men, and then back at their questions.

One particularly bitchy looking woman was about to ask a question when the room started spinning. Clint was disappointed. He had really wanted to mess up the reporters.

~Tony~

"I would land on my face. My beautiful, billion dollar face."

"Oh my gosh! Look, everyone! It's RDJ!"

"Oh, great, fangirls that have confused me with someone else."

"There was a tap on his shoulder."

"Man, I don't know who you are, all I know is you look exactly like me, and if we don't start running now, we're going to be attacked by crazy fangirls."

"And the problem in that scenario is?"

The other man looked impressed. "You. Are one cool guy."

"Not so bad yourself."

"Why thank you."

"Why do I have a feeling that this is like a personal dream come true?"

"The fact that we're standing here talking to each other on a level displaying the fact that we both share personality traits beyond the physical?"

"Yes, I do believe that would be it."

"Shall we then?"

"We shall."

The two men began walking down the street, correction, strutting down the street.

"Oh great a reporter."

"You hate them too?"

"Only the annoying ones."

"So 100% of them, then."

"Bingo."

The reporter approached. "So, Mr. Downey Jr. I see that you've found a look alike."

"Astute observation. What gave it away? The goatee or the face in general."

"You found a rude one."

"Nope, I found a funny one."

"And for the record, I'm not rude, I just don't like stupid people."

"Seriously man, can you just hang around me all the time?"

"Anyway, Mr. Down-"

"Sorry, the RDJ is currently taken by the S-T-A-R-K."

"S-T-A-R-K? Do you mean Stark?"

"Congratulations you can spell!"

"Mr. Downey Jr., how can you possibly be alright with this treatment?"

"Because it's funny."

"Terribly funny."

"Oh, look! Booze!"

Tony was being handed some scotch when the room started spinning.

"Aw, come on! I liked that guy! Ow! My beautiful face!

~Back to the Others~

Thor had taken them to the last place any of them wanted to be. The garden. That's when the guys broke down. Thor, Bruce, and Steve all turned into one huddled, sobbing mass on the ground.

"What happened to Clint and Stark? They've been missing for over twenty minutes."

"I...I...I d-d-d-d-don't know! Someone hold me!"

"I will comfort thee Captain! I fear for my life."

"Please, oh please don't let them get me, could you imagine what the other guy would do if he was sent back in time?"

"Come on Bruce, if we're going to die, we're going to die together."

Natasha stood there watching this. And quite frankly, she had had enough.

"You three, SHUT THE HELL UP! I am sick and tired of this baby crap. Doctor Who is a tv show. There is no possible way that they are real. If you haven't noticed, the only two missing are Clint and Stark. THE PRANKSTERS! Now are you three gonna man up or do I need to take care of this myself?"

"B-b-b-but N-nat-t-t-tasha, we're in a garden. Th-th-they could b-b-b-b-be anywhere."

"Worthless wusses. This is a woman's job. Oh, look there's that angel now. Time to get some punching practice in.

~Natasha~

Natasha felt the room spinning. The fact that they got her was embarrassing. Fortunately, she had the uncanny ability to land on her feet.

"Hey, Scarlett. Just to let you know, there are no hard feelings about us breaking up."

Natasha noticed a fairly attractive man standing over her. She wouldn't have minded his comment if he wasn't holding some other woman next to him.

"I'm not Scarlett."

"Of course you are, who else could you possibly be?"

Natasha had no idea what was going on. Obviously she hadn't been sent back in time, that only leaves other part of the world or alternate universe. She was leaning toward the latter.

"Why would I have hard feelings?"

"Well you seemed pretty upset when I told you I was breaking off our marriage, but that just might have been you. I believe it was your time of the month."

Natasha could handle idiots, she lived near Tony Stark. What she couldn't handle were jerks, which for some reason Tony Stark didn't qualify. Time to put in some fighting practice. Whoever this Scarlett was, definitely owed her for this.

"Yeah, it might have upset me a little bit, but you know, I found a great outlet."

"And whatever could that be."

"Martial arts."

The man didn't register any threat. If Natasha had said this to any other man, said man would have fled or cowered in fear. Now Natasha really was going to enjoy this.

In an instant her foot made contact with his groin. The man doubled over in severe pain. Next came high pitched crying.

"Grow a pair you insensitive asshole."

The room began to spin.

~The Others~

Thor, Steve, and Bruce were still huddled in a blubbering mass as Natasha disappeared. They soon heard explosions from all sides. They were getting closer to where they were huddled.

Fearing for their lives, for some reason now more afraid of the explosions than the angels, decided to move back inside. Then Steve screamed.

"Good Captain Rogers, what has upset thee."

"LOOK UP!"

Three more screams issued from the heroes. Standing above them was the "weeping angel."

"I don't want to die! I'm too young to die!"

"Steve, I hate to point out the gap in your logic here, but the only one here who is technically young by comparison is me. You and Thor are the oldest on the team. Now, let's see if we can move."

"WHERE. IS. NATASHA?!"

The three others instantly forgot that there was an angel above them and looked to Clint who had miraculously appeared. He had his bow and quiver with him, and he looked absolutely pissed.

"I said, WHERE. IS. NATASHA!?"

"Dear Eye of the Hawk, I am most sorry to say this, but she has been touched."

Clint's eyes were slits. His face was ice.

"You three, move out of the way. This is the last one. Tony and I have been blowing up these damn statues for the past ten minutes."

They moved out of the archer's way.

"You know, I know you aren't a weeping angel. You see, you sent me to another place, not another time. I could have lived with that, it was, after all, for only thirty minutes. But what I will NOT stand for is harming Natasha. Cacaw motherfucker."

With that Clint knocked an arrow and sent it in the direction of the angel. Beeping was heard as the arrow flew through the air. When it made impact a huge explosion was heard. He went to check the remains. The angel was indeed now a pile of rubble.

Tony had now joined the others. They simply stared at Clint.

"No one messes with my girlfriend."

At that moment, Natasha fell from the sky, landing on her feet.

"Hello boys. See the three babies finally manned up."

No response came from any of the three.

"How is it that you landed on your feet and we landed on our faces." Tony pouted.

"Well, Stark, I'm just that good."

"Yes you are honey. Yes. You. Are." Clint walked over to Natasha and gave her a side hug and kiss on the forehead."

"Somebody missed me."

"Sure did. Now, I do believe we have a very important question to answer."

"And what's that birdbrain?"

"Who the hell caused the statues to do that?"

"Loki."

"What makes you think my brother did this, Lady Natasha?"

"When I came to, there was an article about a Tom Hiddleston look alike appearing at an awards show. That man looked exactly like Loki."

"I knew I should've put an arrow through his eye-socket."

"No, Clint. I think we need to get revenge."

"You still have that video footage of him working at McDonald's?"

"Sure do." Clint's face was marked by a spectacularly evil grin.

"I think we have some uploading on youtube to do. Stark, would you care to join us?"

"I'd love to."

And so it was that video footage of Loki working at a McDonald's found its way onto youtube, and into the inbox of every single SHIELD agent. Needless to say, it went viral. Loki was forever shamed.