Note: I'm very sorry if the characters are a little bit OOC, but I'm just kind of winging it. Also, this is ending up to be more of an oof that I thought, so… again with the winging it.
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"I'm sorry, you're what now?" asked Tony skeptically.
"I'm sorry. I was… blinded by the lure of power, shall we say? And that isn't to say that I won't be again. I'm not infallible. Neither is Thor. My fath-Odin had flaws. And we call ourselves gods, but the only thing that makes us different is our strengths and lifespans. We truly are flawed, just as the rest of you are flawed. That's what makes us so likely to do 'bad' things," sighed Loki.
"What makes this funny is that I don't buy it. I just don't. Your own brother said that you have a silver tongue and I believe it. The first time I ever saw you, a whole bunch of civilians were kneeling before you, and hearing your little speech was a bit of a shocker for me. I honestly can't listen to you apologize and think sincerely of it, because you have always been a liar and trickster who always wants control," said Tony.
"Well said, Iron Man. I notice that you are really glossing over the fact that you somehow manage to be a, what was it, 'genius billionaire playboy philanthropist,' but it really seems like philanthropist action to build an AI that ended up, if what I inferred after seeing a bit of Midgardian news is correct, a murderous hacker AI that tried - and almost succeeded - to blow up Earth. Then, under the misguided assumption that you were responsible for all 'hero' actions, you caused a massive fight that left 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes' broken into two warring factions with a couple of outsiders scattered away. So what do you know about always being a controlling liar?" sneered Loki. "It seems like you and I are on the same page."
"You did convince me to put JARVIS into the body that became Vision, so I'm not exactly sure what side I'm on but you have definitely made me very unsure about certain things," said Bruce uncertainly.
"Wait, guys, calm down. I… don't know what to say to this, but for now let's just play the game. I don't want us getting too overexcited, because if we kill each other, that would be bad for press." Everyone looked at Clint. He narrowed his eyes. "Well, it's Bruce's turn."
"Um, never have I ever not had some form of depression," said Bruce sheepishly.
"Aww, poor Bruce," said Natasha, touched.
"Poor guy! If you want to eat Pop-Tarts with me sometime, you can!" Everyone looked at Thor. "What! I just want to comfort the man! And also, Pop-Tarts are the best."
"Who didn't put a finger down?" asked Steve. Loki and Natasha raised their hands simultaneously, looked at each other with expressions of matching disgust, and then looked back at the floor. All in synchronized motion. Everybody laughed.
"Wow, who knew! Loki and Nat seriously follow the same mind patterns!" laughed Tony, annoyance momentarily forgotten.
"Brother, I knew about that, but Natasha? I need to catch up with your mortal minds, wow!" said Thor.
"It-it's not funny, Stark!" said Loki, uncharacteristically blushing. "AAAA, stupid fast Jötun reflexes!" he yelled.
At the exact same time, Nat said, "Stupid Red Room reflex and etiquette training!" Everyone cracked up again, and Loki got so mad that just to shut them up, he turned into a large snake and tried to bite Tony.
"AAAGH! WHAT THE-"
"Whoops. My mistake."