So I am not to sure how I feel about this chapter. :/ Oh well. Hey! This drunk driver hit an electrical pole and caused my neighborhood's power to go out for a day. And I live in Texas. The heat man! We went swimming though. Haha, reminded me of this story. :P Enjoy~

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Right now Tony strongly felt like he was wasting his time sulking on a couch in a room that he never should have agreed to.

He blamed Pepper.

When she had asked for a room with a pool, he was ready to shoot that idea down mercilessly. He had even had the "Oh, hell NO!" on the tip of his tongue, his mouth starting to open to release them.

Then she had given him the 'look' and all thoughts of disappointing her and thinking of himself went out the window, along with any hope of staying away from big enclosing of water. He knew she was just thinking of a way to help him, but he did not like it. Taking showers was bad enough to get used to. For the first couple months after Afghanistan he would force his eyes open under the current even when he had soap streaming into them. He would keep the glass door of the shower open so it would not feel like he was trapped, unable to escape the onslaught of water. After coming out, his hands would be so badly shaking that he visibly had to take deep breaths to calm himself down. And that was just a freakin' shower.

Nevertheless, he submitted to her and added the designs for it to the last blueprints of the tower, but had it built-in the lower part that way he could just forget about it, and hoped that Pepper would also. It had worked, but for far to short a time. Well, he doubted that Pepper had forgotten about it. She had an impeccable memory. But she had been so busy with meetings and deadlines and business stuff that he had lucked out.

The laughs from everyone drifted up to him. He scowled and rolled over, facing the back of the couch and away from the view of the pool. "At least when everyone was roasting everyone was roasting together," he mumbled darkly. Suddenly he yawned. Realizing that he had not gotten a decent sleep for a while, and he wasn't going to be doing anything any time soon, he begrudgingly shut his eyes and let the voices of his team mates lull him to sleep.

"It was an accident! I was aiming at Thor..."

"Barton, you have the skill of perfect aim. You hit me on purpose," growled Loki.

After Clint had lost for the umpteenth time, Natasha decided to just relax on one of the tanning chairs in the shade of a tree. When Steve and Bruce had come down from upstairs, Bruce had opted to just dip his feet in, while Steve joined in on helping Loki take Thor down.

So that left Clint alone, and bored. Therefore, when Thor had tossed Loki from him into the water, Clint had grabbed the beach ball and aimed for the spot where he believed the god would resurface. Luck was on his side, because Loki did indeed come up at that spot and ended up getting hit on the head by the ball.

"Don't blame me just because you decided to resurface at the exact moment I threw the ball at Thor," said Clint, putting his hand over his heart, barely keeping a look of innocence on his face.

"I do not even have to be the God of Lies to know how much of a pathetic excuse of a fabrication that statement is! Thor was on the other side of you!" snarled Loki. Clint winced.

"Whoops," he said sheepishly, and began to hastily swim away as Loki started after him.

"So guys, when do you think Tony will stop pouting and come down here," asked Natasha. Steve had told them why Tony was not with him and Bruce when they came down.

Loki was to consumed with catching Clint to give a reply, and Clint was trying with all his might to stay away from Loki, so he did not hear her.

Steve, however, did and scoffed. "Who knows. That man is infuriating. He would rather sulk over a missed drink than be down here with us," he grumbled and in his anger he shoved Thor a little to roughly under the water. Thor responded by grabbing Steve's feet and causing him to tumble underneath too. They both resurfaced moments later.

"I do not think Tony would reject the team over something so childish as a drink," interjected Bruce from where he was sitting. Steve looked like he was about to argue on that, but Thor's eyes took on a mischievous glint and he cut Steve off with his booming voice.

"If he will not come down willingly, then I shall make him!" he declared, and began to make his way to the edge of the pool. By that time Loki had already extracted his revenge on Clint, and they both had joined the group.

"I do not think that would be wise, Thor," commented Loki, giving Thor a wary glance.

"Nonsense brother. The Man of Iron should be having fun with us, his friends," said Thor, brushing off Loki's words with a wave of his hand, getting out of the pool.

"I wanna come too!" yelled Clint, and chased after Thor.

"Guys, I think Loki is right. Maybe we should just leave him," Bruce said, but Thor was already running up the stairs, Clint not far off behind.

"What harm could it do to have him actually be part of the team?" asked Steve, giving Bruce and Loki a rather reproachful look.

"You are as much of a fool as my brother," commented Loki, returning Steve's look with one of his own. Steve was just about to ask what he meant when he heard a yelp from upstairs. Seconds later Thor appeared at the top of the steps with Tony slung over his shoulder, similar to what he did Loki an hour or two ago, except him and Clint were taking the stairs noticeably slower.

"PUT ME DOWN!" yelled the disheveled billionaire, trying in vain to wiggle out of Thor's grasp.

"Tony, you can sleep later. Have some fun!" said Clint, and patted Tony on the head.

Tony's eyes widened as his sleep induced brain realized what they were planning, and he started frantically kicking and hitting at Thor. "Guys, seriously, NOT COOL!"

Natasha watched them come down with a slight smirk. Steve laughed and bore a smile on his face. Loki and Bruce on the other hand wore different expressions. While Bruce was of weary concern, Loki's took on one of frustration. Swimming over to the edge, he got out and met Thor as he made it to the base of the stairs.

"You are making a mistake Thor. For once, listen to me," he snarled, trying to halt Thor's steps to the pool by pushing at his chest.

"Brother, the water will do no harm. It is just a friendly jest," said Thor, and barreled his way past Loki. Loki growled, running a hand through his hair in aggravation. In a moment of weakness while deeply intoxicated Stark had let it slip to him that he was afraid of water, and then made him swear not to tell anyone. Loki cared little about keeping promises, but he felt like this was something the inventor should reveal, not him.

But the insufferable fool was not saying anything about his fear. Instead, he was just yelling, and doing a rather poor attempt at harming Thor.

"What has got you so worked up," asked Natasha, walking up next to him and Clint, who had stopped a few feet off from Loki. By then, Thor was a mere ten feet from the pool, and Loki could see Tony was growing desperate.

"Yeah. I would think at how much Tony loves to mess with you that you would be enjoying this," commented Clint, who was keeping his eyes trained on the scene.

"Nothing," he snapped, and crossed his arms. If Stark was too proud to tell them, then he could suffer, he decided.

Meanwhile, Tony was actually beyond desperate. He could hear his heart beat and feel his blood pounding. His breaths were coming out in short gasps, and he had a strong urge to hurl. "Stop! Don't! Put me down!" he wheezed out. His heart dropped when Thor laughed.

"The water is fun. You will like it"

Tony knew he most certainly would not. In a last-ditch attempt Tony threw Loki a pleading glance, but the god gave him a pointed look. 'You will cause your own suffering because of your pride', it all but sneered, and Tony cringed. He had not even want to tell Pepper, but she had noticed how he tended to go weeks without showers. She had literally dragged him to the shower, and that didn't turn out to well. That was how she found out. And Loki was just a stupid mistake.

Now they were at he edge of the pool, and Thor had shifted his hold on him to one that was just about to toss him into the water. Tony squawked a protest and clawed at Thor's back, but did nothing to deter Thor's determination.

Shoving down his pride, he managed to get out, "Stop! I do not like the water! STOP! PLEASE! I AM AFRAID OF WATER!" past his wheezing, but his voice had come out in a whisper, so only Thor heard, and of course Loki with his godly hearing.

Thor halted, and Tony gave a sigh of relief. He would take losing his dignity any day than having an unwanted dive into that pool. After a few pregnant seconds Tony wriggled in Thor's arms."You want to let me down? Preferably on solid ground?" Tony wheezed out, still trying to get his erratic heart beat and breathing under control. Thor complied, and Tony found his feet hitting solid ground. He looked down, and saw that he was only a good foot from the edge of the pool. Running a shaking hand over his beard and through his hair, he gave out a shaky, almost crazed laugh. He had stopped Thor, but it ended up being too close a call for his liking.

Suddenly he heard Loki shout, "Barton, STOP!". He looked up and over his shoulder to see Clint running right at him, Loki making to try to stop him, but he was a moment to late. Clint ran past the confused Thor and slammed right into Tony, pushing him the rest of the way and causing them both to fall over the edge, hitting the cold water and sinking beneath.

Yeah, so one more chapter. :P Review and Critique. Oh! And keep the ideas for new fics coming.~