Okay, so this chapter is not at all what I was envisioning. I have a weird way of writing. I look at my computer screen, set my hands on the key board, and hope that words come out. And here is the product.

A big thanks to all those that followed this story. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but somehow it is now a 3 chapter fic (maaaaaybe more, depends). O.o

OH! And an even bigger thanks to those that reviewed!

Chapter 2

"I'm shocked that you even built stairs, Tony," yelled Clint from somewhere behind the inventor's head. Despite his mood, Tony smirked.

"Yes, well, not as shocked as I am at what you are wearing, Octopus," he yelled back, referring to Clint's choice of swim wear (purple shorts with blue, green, and orange octopuses covering them), and had to hold back a curse when he missed a step. He glared at Loki's magic ball of green light like it was its' fault.

"It's Loki's fault! I had to search my room in the dark!" Clint shouted, and shot said god a murderous glare. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

They had all been provided a little ball of green light by Loki to go get their swim attire from their rooms, and Clint's had conveniently went out right when he got to his room. He had to stumble halfway back to the living room in the dark, ramming his feet into random objects, hitting walls, etc. until he saw the glow of Bruce's light ahead of him.

"The true question is why you would own such attire?" replied Loki in a smooth voice, giving an amused smirk when Clint's face turned a rather interesting shade of red.

"They were on sale," he mumbled. Loki barked a laugh, and the only thing keeping Clint from strangling the god was Tony's voice announcing,

"Well, here we are."

The door opened to show a sleek marble floor of a small room that was surrounded by clear, glass windowed walls that allowed for viewing of everything below.

There was two sections to the room exactly, the lower and upper section. The stairs had deposited the Avengers into the upper section. This part of the room seemed to be a place to hang out, and looked to have a bar, though since the place did belong to Tony that was no surprise. A large flat screen TV was embedded into the only concrete wall in the room, and plush couches surrounded it. A small table centered between the two, and the bar was located in the far left corner. In the right was where the stairs were, and when you took them they led you down to the pool.

It was a HUGE pool. Looking to be at least 12 feet deep, it had a built-in waterfall that reached to the ceiling and had a diving board that was a good 25 feet in the air. It was surrounded by more marble and glass walls, allowing just the right amount of sunlight, therefore, they could see even without electricity. The floor surrounding the pool had tanning chairs that were strategically placed under real trees that seemed to grow right out of the ground.

It was a swimming area befitting of a billionaire.

Everyone gawked out the glass walls of the small room. "That, my friends, is a big bathtub," boomed Thor.

"Must you always flaunt your money Tony?" sighed Steve, giving said billionaire a reproachful look. Expecting a snarky reply, he was shocked when Tony ignored him. In fact, Tony seemed to have all his attention on the pool, eyes slightly wide and unfocused. "Hey,...Tony-" he began, but at that moment Clint bellowed:

"LAST ONE IN THE WATER HAS DISHES FOR A WEEK!" and took off down the stairs. Thor barreled past Steve, grabbing Loki round the waist (who started hissing and cursing in a language Steve could not recognize), slinging him over his shoulder in the process. Thor, Loki and Clint ended up in a shoving match all the way down, Loki trying to get out of Thor's grasp and Thor and Clint trying to beat each other. In their haste Clint's foot got snagged on Thor's, and all three of them ended up falling down the stairs.

Natasha calmly made her way past Steve. She took the stairs one at a time, going at a deliberately slow pace. Stepping over Thor and Clint, who were now groaning and trying unsuccessfully to untangle themselves, she made her way to the pool. Loki had somehow been thrown off Thor's shoulder as Thor fell, and had officially been the first in the water. He had resurfaced absolutely furious, green fire clear in his eyes.

Still mumbling curses, Loki slicked back his hair and gave Natasha a glare that said 'you say anything and you will regret it'.

Natasha blinked, but could not help the smirk that wormed its way on to her face. He snarled at her, and swam in the other direction.

She unwrapped the towel from around her, revealing her black bikini, and stepped into the pool, letting a small smile of pleasure form as the cool water hit her warm skin. Splaying her arms out on the edge of the pool, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the moment...for a mere second before Thor went and did a cannon ball into the pool. A huge wave came at her, and she barely had enough time to take a breath before she was hit by the water.

"Thor, you big oaf, you almost hit me," spat Loki, who still wore a furious glare about the previous event.

"I am sorry brother, but Clint had told me of this 'cannon ball' and I needed to try it," explained Thor, who apparently thought that explanation sufficed, because he wore a self-satisfied grin. Loki, however, found his grin irritating.

"Well, brother, not everything that is told to you is a test to see how annoying you can be," Loki growled. Thor scoffed and splashed water at him. It was barely a hit, but Loki's eyes took on a mischievous, and slightly murderous glint, and him and Thor started an all out war of splashing, dunking, and wrestling.

Natasha had watched the exchange with an air slightly humming with anger, annoyance and amusement, but was distracted when a beach ball entered the water in front of her. Turning, she saw Clint running towards her, wearing a rather childish grin on his face.

"Nat, lets see who can keep the ball in the air the longest," he said. Natasha wanted nothing more than just to relax, but seeing the hopeful look on Clint's face got her to waver, and she couldn't help but laugh and play along.

"Alright, but when I win you are buying ice cream," she said. Clint smile and jumped into the pool, and they started hitting at the ball.

Only Tony, Steve and Bruce remained in the upper section.

"Well guys, its five o' clock somewhere. Want a drink?" asked Tony as he made his way over to the bar. He frowned when he saw that the bar wasn't stocked. "HEY! There is no drinks here!"

"A blessing in disguise," mumbled Bruce, but Tony heard and shot him a look. Clearing his throat, Bruce tried to calm him down. "You guys wanna join everyone else in the pool?"

"I'm game, once I get a drink," mumbled Tony, and sat on the couch with a pout on his face.

"Tony, let's just go down with everyone else," said Steve, and was also shot a look by Tony. "Well, fine! Be that way! I hope you enjoy doing dishes for the next week! Come on Bruce, let's go." And with that, Steve stormed down the stairs.

Bruce glanced at Tony, who still sat on the couch, but was now looking down at the pool with a glint in his eyes Bruce could not really place. Sighing, he got up and followed Steve down the stairs. Moments later you could hear Steve's voice join in the yelling, and Bruce's rumble from his low speech.

Tony sat. And sat . And sat. Truth was, he didn't want a drink. Okay, that was a lie. But, that was not what was keeping him rooted to the couch, pouting like a child.

Suddenly Clint's voice rang out. "TONY HAS DISHES!"

Rolling over to where he laid on the couch, Tony gave a sigh of frustration. "Who cares about swimming anyways?" he grumbled to no one in particular.

The only reply was the laughs from the other Avengers down below, having fun without him.

Okay, so once again, I had no clear idea what was going to happen in this chapter. I just kinda went with whatever appeared on my computer screen.

Also! Envisioning a pool room fit for a billionaire was harder than I thought. Ya see, I grew up in the ghetto, so my idea of a fancy pool is anything that does not take manual labor to blow up. Haha, so, excuse me if some of you have fancier pools than what I gave Tony.

Review and critique please!~

P.S

Do y'all still want this chapter to go down the friendly/humor route with a bit of angst?

P.S.S

Any ideas for a new fic?