*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
The pre-set alarm clock went off all over the tower in each room. It was 6:00. There was a loud crash from the floor underneath the main, which was most likely Loki's way of stopping his alarm. The beeping stopped at different times throughout the tower, as different people woke up.
"Mph…" Tony grumbled, rolling over in his tangled up sheets. He always slept well the night before vacations, and extended his arm, feeling around for Steve. His hand laid to rest on Steve's arm, and he relaxed a bit.
Steve hadn't slept that well. He had been worrying about the flight, and the organization of everything. He smiled as he felt Tony's half-asleep hand on his arm. He gently shook him awake. "Tony," he whispered, "Time to get up."
Tony opened his eyes, and nodded. He got up, and went over to Peter's crib. "Hey, buddy. Today's your first vacation." Peter chewed on his hand happily.
There was no need to worry about bathroom availability in Stark Tower, since everyone had their own private one beside their room, so everyone went in, got showered and ready, and came out.
"Where's Clint?" wondered Natasha aloud, and just then, Clint came out of his room dragging four suitcases and a carry on between his teeth. "Oh. My. God," said Bruce, and Natasha just facepalmed. "Clint," she sighed, "You know Tony and Steve are never going to let you bring that much." Clint pouted.
"Yes they will. I need this stuff to survive! My bow, my arrows, my-" "Yeeeah, I'm gonna cut you off there, why do you need bow and arrows on a trip to Hawaii?" "Well…. Because…I… don't question me, Tasha, I NEED THEM!" Bruce laughed.
Loki came out of his room, carrying a hat and sunglasses. His hair was even more dishevelled than usual.
"Sleep late?" Clint smirked. "Shut your snarky mortal mouth, Barton. Stark is inhuman for forcing us up at this evil time of morning!" "Aren't you excited, Loki?" asked Bruce, sipping his coffee.
Loki snorted. "Excitement isn't in my nature, Banner." Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs coming down, and they all turned to look. It was Thor, who just got out of a shower. He walked to the bottom of the stairs wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped around his head to dry his hair.
"Good morning, friends!" he boomed happily. Loki shook his head in disbelief, and Clint laughed as Bruce covered his eyes. "Thor, put some pants on please," said Natasha. Thor took off the towel from his head, and shook his hair. He wrapped the towel around his waist. "I apologize if I have offended anyone," he said as he got out a box of Pop Tarts.
"You're such an idiot," said Loki as he took out some hair gel and a fine-toothed comb. Thor took no notice of his brother's insult, and whistled cheerfully as he put the Pop Tarts in the toaster.
Loki emptied half the tube of gel into his palm, smeared it onto his messy hair, and began combing it through, straightening out his locks. Tony, Steve, and Peter finally came out. "Hey, morning!" said Tony, sitting Peter down. "How'd everyone sleep?"
Clint got up excitedly. "I didn't sleep at all, I was so happy, I spent the whole night researching Hawaii and looking at pictures, and all sorts of stuff!" he said quickly. Tony looked at him weirdly, but smiled.
"Oh, I can't wait to just stretch out on the beach and tan," mused Natasha, daydreaming of the tropical heat. Clint practically drooled at the image that gave him, and he inched closer to her.
"When does the plane leave?" asked Bruce. "Uh… 11:30, we should leave within the next half an hour." Loki took out a mirror to inspect the final product of his gelled back hair, and gave a satisfied sigh. He put on his hat and sunglasses, and sunk lower into his seat.
Steve regarded Thor's attire. "Why are you wearing only a towel? You should probably get ready." Thor stuffed a Pop Tart into his mouth. "Mmmhmmph. I will commence preparation in a moment, Captain." He went over to his suitcase, and took out some cargo shorts and a vacation button up shirt with red palm trees on it.
Natasha stifled a giggle when she saw Thor, who looked like an eager tourist, and he turned. "This is what people of Midgard wear on vacation, is it not?" "Yeah… yeah, I guess."
Clint grabbed an armful of premade sandwiches from the fridge, and stuffed them into his carry on bag. Tony looked at all his suitcases with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything. When Clint saw this, he stuck out his tongue at Natasha that said, 'I told you so,' and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, let's get going," said Steve, and they all brought their luggage to the front. Loki's was made of pure silver, Thor's was made of pure gold (a gift from Odin to his sons when they were children), Natasha's was shiny and black, Clint's were all grey, Bruce's was green, Steve's was blue with an American flag keychain on it, and Tony's was an official Iron Man merchandise XL red suitcase. Steve still teased him for getting it.
Loki had brought a carry on as well, full of his sunscreen and nothing else. All the rest of his things were in his suitcase. Peter had a small suitcase that was yellow, and it had all his things in it. He was grinning from ear to ear, even though he didn't really know what was happening. All he could tell was they were going somewhere.
They piled into the convertible, and got ready to leave. "Everyone ready?" called Tony. "Yeah!" "Let's go!" he shouted, and they all grinned in anticipation for their trip.
After a few minutes, they pulled up at the airport. They parked the car, and got out. People turned their heads, some recognizing them, and some just staring at Thor and laughing. They got in, and began checking their bags.
A depressed looking teenager working at the baggage check looked at them as they came up to the counter. "Hello, and welcome to New York Flights," she sighed, "What's your gate number, please?" "29 A." "Right that way," she said, yawning as she heaved the luggage onto the conveyer belt.
Loki sputtered. "Be careful with that! It's pure sliver!" She just grunted as they walked by. "Lowlife," Loki muttered, and Thor nudged him. "Be nice, brother!" They all sat down at a table by the food court, and Thor's face lit up.
"I have been to a place like this before," he said, marvelling at all the different food choices, "Lady Jane showed me. It was magical." "Hey!" A voice shouted from the other side of the court. They turned, to see a girl with brown hair and glasses walking toward them, eating noodles out of a Chinese food carton.
"Lady Darcy!" said Thor, and he got up. "Heeeey! What's up, Thor? You're looking muscley," she said, elbowing him in the abs. Thor laughed. "Thank you."
"THOR!" a shrill voice yelled from where Darcy had come from, and he turned to see Jane running toward him, followed by a surprised Erik Selvig. "Lady Jane! I have missed you so much!" Thor said as he picked her up and hugged her.
"What are you doing here?" she laughed. "I should ask of you the same!" "Erik, Darcy and I are heading back to Puento in Mexico, we were here on some business." "That is nice! My friends and I are going on vacation to Maui, Hawaii. Jane, Darcy, meet the Avengers, and my brother Loki."
Darcy sauntered up to them. "Oh yeeeah, I saw you on TV! Nice job saving the world." They all nodded their thank yous. "Hi, nice to meet you guys finally! Thank you for all you've done," said Jane. They once again said thank you.
"And, Erik, you've met them of course." "Yes, It's good to see you again," he said to the Avengers, but backed away from Loki wearily. Thor laughed. "It is alright, Loki is unable to use his magic outside of Asgard now, he is under my watchful eye and restraint." Erik relaxed a bit, but still kept his distance.
*Flight 14 Section D boarding now* a voice announced over the speakers, and Erik looked up. "Well, that's us. Nice to see you guys here!" Darcy smiled and nodded, and Jane threw her arms around Thor's neck. "I'll miss you," she said, and kissed him before leaving with the others.
They ordered some food, and sat down for lunch. Natasha was eating a sub, Clint got a large pizza, Steve and Tony were sharing a Greek salad, Thor had discovered 'poutine,' Bruce was enjoying some rice, and Loki was devouring an abnormally huge bowl of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles.
"You'll get sick, brother!" Thor said, watching Loki amusedly. "I do what I want, Thor, leave me alone!" Loki barked back, and kept slurping. Tony chuckled, and Steve fed him a grape tomato. "I'm so happy we're doing this," whispered Steve. "Yeah, me too. Peter's gonna have lots of fond memories after this trip!"
A couple of hours of waiting later, their gate was called to board, and they got on the plane. Loki put his bag by his feet underneath the seat in front of him. Steve and Tony were sitting behind Loki and Thor, and Bruce and Clint were behind, and behind them sat Natasha and Peter.
Clint took out his IPod and plugged it in, and Bruce took out his mystery novel. Loki took out two Gravol and swallowed them, as he got plane sick very easily, or motion sick for that matter.
Thor always used to tease him when he would get queasy from travelling the bifrost, so since he discovered this Midgardian remedy, he always carried it with him.
"Everyone, please put on your seatbelts, and we will give the safety talk," said the stewardess. Bruce nudged Clint, who's music, and terrible singing, was audible to the now quiet plane. Clint quickly took out his ear buds, and blushed.
After the safety talk was given, the plane took off, and Loki held onto the sides of his seat with a tight grip. "Stomach problems, brother?" "Don't make me throw up on you, Thor!" Loki gasped out as the plane hit turbulence.
Steve and Tony were sitting behind them, and Tony kept trying to stretch out his legs, therefore frequently bumping the seat in front of his.
"STARK?!" growled Loki from in front of him. "Yeah?" "Desist from your continuous bumping, I can feel your foot in the arch of my back, and I'm trying to sleep!" "Sorry, Lokes." "Do. Not. Call me that. Goodnight." With that, the god flipped back over, and closed his eyes.
Tony and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.
Natasha was sitting behind Bruce and Clint, and Peter was eating some plane snacks.(Of course after Steve read the ingredients.)
Peter pointed out the window as they went over the clouds, and laughing at the tiny buildings. It was his first plane ride. "Do you see our tower, Peter? Is that our tower?" Natasha gushed.
Over in the front row, Loki and Thor were having problems dealing with each others company.
"Ooh! Brother, look, she just got kidnapped!" Thor said, poking Loki's ribcage as he sat forward in his seat. Unfortunately, Thor had discovered the TV built in to the next seat, and since they were at the front of the plane, they got the bigger ones.
He was in the midst of watching a crime thriller with Sandra Bullock, and since he was only just introduced to films, was in awe of it. Loki clenched his jaw as he recoiled from Thor's touch. "Stop waking me, you stupid oaf! It's hard enough for me to fall asleep on planes, I don't need you pestering me with your ridiculous Midgardian cinema!"
Thor narrowed his eyes at Loki, but decided not to take him seriously, as always. He turned back to the screen. Loki grumbled to himself as he pulled his pillow over his head, and cuddled his legs closer to his chest as he prepared to fall asleep again.
"I KNEW IT WAS HE WHO COMITTED THE MURDER! I told you! Now you must spend the vacation outdoors!" Thor sing-songed, practically punching Loki awake in excitement. Loki let out a cry of frustration, asking himself why he had agreed to the bet at the beginning of the film, and why he had even agreed to take the seat beside his brother.
Earlier, Loki had caught a glimpse of a character in the film, and based solely upon his appearance, deemed him the murderer. Thor on the other hand, strongly disagreed.
A clash of egos occurred where Loki mindlessly agreed to a bet Thor proposed that said if Loki was right, he could stay in the hotel the whole trip, but if Thor was right, he had to come out. Why he indulged in his brother's idiotic games, he still could not figure out. It always came back to him somehow.
"How many times have I told you, Loki, in Midgardian films, the character that looks the most innocent of crime ends up being the culprit!" Loki bared his teeth. "Yes, because you know so much about Earth's recreation, don't you, oh smart one."
Back with Clint and Bruce, the stewardess came around to offer drinks. The stewardess blushed as she got near them, and Clint automatically noticed this, taking advantage of the situation. "Hey, baby," he started. She looked up. "Can I get some beer and a shot of 'what's your number?'" She smiled nicely, and got out the beer.
She turned to Bruce, and he ordered some orange juice. She got it out, and covered her blushing mouth as she hurried to the others.
Clint turned to Bruce. "She loves me, you can tell." Bruce nodded, and drank some juice. "For sure." From behind them, Natasha was pattering her fingers as she leaned between the two guys' seats. "Clint, were you hitting on her?" He immediately panicked.
"No… I was… um…" Bruce covered for him. "He was practicing on her for someone else he had in mind." Clint shot him a thank you look, and Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Alright… but just remember Clint… bikini!" Clint's eyes widened, and he choked on his beer. He silently reprimanded himself for forgetting the holy piece of clothing.
Over the next few hours, the flight was smooth, Clint lied low with his IPod and earphones in, but sneaking a wink at the stewardess once or twice when she came around all the time, Steve and Tony taking a blissful nap together, since Steve could finally relax now. Loki had finally gotten to sleep, after he bought Thor earphones from the stewardess to use.
Around mid-afternoon, the plane touched down in the tropical paradise. They all looked out the window in wonder.
"Aloha, Hawaii!" Clint yelled, pulling his fist in and hollering.