A/N: Firstly, I want to say thank you to Bookdancer for writing so many reviews. You are AWESOME! Secondly, I am sooooooooo very sorry for not updating sooner. I have been swamped with schoolwork and college applications. Not to mention the Christmas season is extremely busy for musicians/performers. Hopefully you all won't have to go this long without an update again! :D

This chapter is dedicated to bobthepegasus who came up with the basic idea. What it is, I'm not gonna say. You mean you were expecting spoilers from me? Hahahaha! Not gonna happen.

It was a normal day in the Avengers Tower, well, as normal as normal could be for them. Natasha spent the day at the shooting range, Clint slinked through the vents, Tony almost blew up the lab again, Steve went for a walk in the park, Thor watched the magic cooker, or as the others had told him, the oven, and Bruce...he was just plain bored. But what was he to do? If he went into the lab to have some fun, Tony would inevitably crash (most likely literally) the party and proceed to attempt to get him to Hulk out so he has an excuse to show off the new model of his Iron Man suit.

Bruce was sitting on his bed when he finally had an idea.

"Oh this is just too good to pass up!" Bruce squealed with glee. Then he proceeded to set his plan into motion.

~The Next Day~

Clint and Natasha were in the kitchen having their early morning coffee when they were interrupted by Thor's bellowing.

"Nat, I have a riddle for you."

"Gee, Clint. I'm not in the mood."

"I'm gonna tell it anyway, but before I do, why don't you want to hear my riddle?" Clint gave her the puppydog eyes.

"It probably has something to do with the fact that...IT IS TOO FUCKING EARLY FOR THE THOR VOICE!" Natasha's face was as red as her hair.

"Okay, honey. Here's my riddle. How many floors does it take to not hear the Thor voice?"

"Not as many as it's going to take you to hide from me kicking your ass!"

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morn-"

"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE GOING DOWN BARTON!" Natasha lunged at Clint who was not expecting a very angry Russian jumping at him in the morning.

Natasha had him pinned and they were about to start the fighting when Thor came in.

"MY FRIENDS! I BRING FORTH TERRIBLE NE-oh...I see I have caught thee in your more...amorous activities. I shall return later." Thor left. Very shaken.

Clint and Natasha stopped and looked at each other.

"Did he really think we were?" Natasha was puzzled.

"Why on earth would he think something like that?

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you two are always choking each other with kissing every time you two get the chance." The smirking visage of Tony Stark was displayed on the kitchen screen. It was quickly shattered by a bullet from Natasha's gun.

It was at this moment that Steve entered the kitchen. He looked like a deer in headlights.

"Problem?" Natasha glared at Steve.

"N-n-n-n-no Ma'am!" Steve stumbled awkwardly as he attempted to flee the sharp gaze of the angry assassin.

Natasha turned back around to face Clint.

"Nice plan, sweetie. Wasn't expecting that to get rid of the Thor voice issue so quickly."

"I find your lack of faith disturbing." Clint flashed her a cheeky grin.

"I'm going to have to try to keep you away from all the Star Wars again."

"Do or do not. There is no try."

"You're banned."

"Awww." Clint pouted.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you got sassy." The two assassins got up from the floor and resumed their positions in their seats. They timed it to see how long it would take before any of the "dunderheads" would dare venture to return to the kitchen. Their peace lasted all of fifteen minutes.

"MY FRIENDS, ARE THY DECENT?" Thor really shouldn't have bothered asking the question seeing as he walked into the kitchen as he was saying it.

"Well, Nat, here we go again." Neither assassin was pleased. "So, Thor, what's up?"

"Eye of the Hawk, there is no time for your excellent riddles this morning. I bring forth terrible news."

Clint and Natasha tried to keep straight faces. Usually Thor's urgent business was little more than a trifle.

"Doctor Banner is missing."

Clint and Natasha were slightly worried, but Banner had the habit of staying away for days only to come back sipping tea, reading a book in the living room.

"Did you check Tony's lab?"

Thor hung his head in what appeared to be shame. "Yes, but the Man of Iron made me leave."

"Maybe it's because you almost ate a beaker full of exploding gel!"All eyes turned to Tony as he entered the kitchen.

"What were you even doing with explosive gel? Isn't that a bit low-tech for you Stark?"

"Shut it birdbrain. I have my reasons. Oh, and you owe me a tv little missy. Ahhhhhhhhh! Jeez watch where you throw your knives." Tony was flustered, but he soon regained his composure. "Anyway, Banner was NOT in the lab. It's a pity too. I really wanted him to see my new suit of armor. But we need to find him."

"Why? He goes off on his own sometimes. Just like any of us."

"Well, Capcicle, nice of you to finally join this little powwow. This time it's different. Bruce usually lets me know where he's going so I can keep SHIELD off his back. This time, nothing. He just disappeared. So, we need to find him. Last thing I need is having to go to another SHIELD meeting for losing Banner."

"Okay, then. Looks like we need to split up. I'll take the lower levels, Natasha, you take the middle levels, Thor, you take the top floors, and Tony, you go look in all the science wings. Clint...um, well..."

"All good Cap, I'll take the air vents." Clint climbed onto the kitchen table and ascended into the air vents.

"I swear, birdbrain and his air vents. I have no idea how you put up with that."

"It's simple, Stark. I let him have fun with the air vents; he agreed to stop asking to do my make-up for missions. He was make-up crazy."

"I heard that! And you know my make-up skills were amazing. You made yourself pretty, I made you gorgeous." Clint's voice echoed from the air vents.

"Clint, don't you have vents to be checking?"

"Fine, last time I give you make-up advice."

"So Natasha can't do her own make-up. Now that's-"

"One more word, Stark, and I kick you in the nuts."

"Okay, guys let's split up and look for Bruce." Steve was always a good diplomat.

Each Avenger searched their territory. After 20 minutes, Thor found a note in Bruce's room.

"Well, what does it say Point Break?"

"If you want to see Dr. Banner again, you must send $209,876 to account #221 Baker's Bank. MY FRIENDS WE MUST RESCUE THE DOCTOR!"

"Hold up, hold up. Guys. Trust me. I've got a plan."

"Tincan...none of us are truly assured by that statement."

"Considering I'm the one with the money we would have to use to do this, I think that gives me the right to say: SHUT IT, BIRDBRAIN!"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the ironing board this morning..."

"YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN ASLEEP SINCE YESTERDAY MORNING!"

"Okay, guys calm down. Tony, you said you had a plan?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your knickers in a twist Capcicle. Okay, so instead of transferring funds into the account, I'll send a prepaid Stark Industries credit card to the bank for that account number. Say it's for something stupid like a good citizen gift or something. They release Banner, and when they use the card, I'll get a full report of expenditures within 48 hours. We track them, and we beat the shit out of them. So, what do you think of my master plan?"

"Actually, not that bad."

"Yeah, tincan. For once, not bad. What do you think, Nat?"

"Job well done Stark."

"MAN OF IRON, TIS A MOST EXCELLENT PLAN!"

All the other Avengers rubbed their ears in pain due to Thor's lack of use of the inside voice.

"Yeah, Steve, why did we even give him a communicator? We could hear him without one."

"I don't know Tony, maybe it's because if we didn't, he would have pouted for the rest of the day. Now, let's get your plan into action!"

As planned, Tony prepared the credit card and sent it to the bank. In five minutes, they got a call from Bruce. He informed them that his captors kept him sedated to prevent any Hulk outs, and that he's been released. They were keeping him hostage in a rundown building in New York City. As soon as he returned to the tower, all was well. But then Bruce came home with some...unusual items.

"Bruce, I'm no expert on art, but...that looks like shit."

"I have to agree with Clint on this one, and I'm an artist. Bruce, that looks awful."

"Well, I like it, THOR! PUT DOWN MR. GOOGLE!"

Clint, Steve, and Natasha, who managed to come into the room at the weirdest moment possible, looked at each other in confusion.

"Mr. Google?"

"MY FRIENDS. THIS MR. GOOGLE IS A FORK WITH EYES ON IT!" Thor was beaming. He really liked the fork with the googley-eyes.

"Hey, guys," Tony was on the tv in the living room where the other Avengers had gathered, "the guys that ransomed Bruce were real weirdos. Apparently, these guys used the card to buy, get this, a $100,000 painting that looks like a five year old painted it, a $34,876 fork with googley-eyes on it, and, the icing on this proverbial cake of insanity, a $75000 fairy tree house. Hang on. Thor, where did you get that fork?"

"I got Mr. Google from the Doctor, Man of Iron."

Tony's electronic gaze shifted to a smirking Bruce. The others began to look at Bruce in utter confusion. "YOU SPENT MY MONEY BUYING STUPID, WORTHLESS, AND EXPENSIVE SHIT?! WHEN I GET DOWN THERE, I AM GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS INTO THE GROUND!"

"Bruce...did you really?"

"Yes, Steve. Yes I did."

"But...why?"

"Because messing with Tony and his money is way too fucking funny."