Clint and Thor arrived in short order. Neither looked prepared for any avenging, Steve noted sourly, but forgave them, deciding it was probably just a reaction to Tony's lackadaisical call for assembly.

"What's up?" Clint strolled jauntily into the room before he noticed the screen everyone was poring over, realized that this could not be good, and tried to retreat back the way he'd come. Natasha apprehended him, her nails digging into his ropy arm as she manhandled him into the room.

"Did you have anything to do with this, Barton?" She threatened to twist his arm with a tight grip.

"I may have set up the game for him... But anything that's going on is all Thor," Clint knew too much about Natasha's interrogation techniques to not immediately cooperate.

"Fear not my friends, your miniature selves are watched over by Thor, your benevolent safe keeper and god!" Thor bellowed.

"So how long has it been since you remembered our miniature selves, out of curiosity?" Tony asked.

Thor paused, "Three days. But from what Clint has told me, it may have been many years their dimension."

"Hold your horses!" Steve interrupted, "If these 'sims'-"

"Who taught him about air quotes?" Tony sighed.

Steve continued, ignoring Tony "-have all of our knowledge and personality, but they experience time at an accelerated rate, couldn't they be used to predict our futures?"

There was a moment of silence at Steve's misguided revelation.

"Yes," said Tony. "Yes. That."

Steve turned to Bruce, apparently having just enough sense to not trust Tony. Tony glared at Bruce, clearly using all the telepathic powers he did not possess to convey "C'mon, Bruce, don't wuss out on me now." A tense moment passed as Bruce wondered if he had fallen in with the metaphorical bad crowd at school.

"That's actually the reason the military developed the Sims, Steve," Bruce answered levelly.

Tony grinned devilishly, pleased at having won the battle for Bruce's soul.

Thor smiled, "You did not tell me this game would have such life altering affects, Clint the Hawk! I wish to see if the lady Jane and I shall have many strapping sons! And if my brother will ever learn the error of his ways?"

"You made a Loki Sim?" Clint questioned.

"Of course. How could I create myself," he gestured at the Sim Thor, "without my brother? I did have to move him to a separate castle, as he and Tony Stark got into too many fights."

"This is a castle?" Natasha asked skeptically.

"Yeah, why is there grass inside the house?" Steve asked.

"I ran out of gold after raising many walls, and obtaining many goods for your comfort," Thor shifted his weight and looked embarrassed.

"Hey, no worries, robot bench before hardwoods. I stand by your prioritization," Tony slapped Thor on the back.

"I also purchased beds, a toilet, a TV, and an espresso machine!" Thor was back to being proud of his accomplishments.

"Great ideas all of them," Tony assured him. "Now I'll start the baby daddy betting at five million on Barton," When no one followed him, he added, "You're all betting with my money. Why shouldn't you, I pay for everything else around here?"

"In that case, I've got five million on Tony," Bruce added. Tony managed to look both proud and wounded.

"I'm betting on Steve," Clint smirked. Steve looked shocked.

"Ms. Romanoff, I assure you, if it turns out I am your 'baby daddy'," Steve showed off his newly learned air quotes and lingo, "we can get married immediately."

"Steve, that's really not necessary," Natasha smiled a little despite herself.

"No, I mean it. I wouldn't let our child grow up in a broken home," Steve made a flat line of his mouth.

"That's really sweet, but our sims don't have to get married."

"Wait, ...Sims?"

"Moving on," Natasha had gone from looking slightly charmed at Steve's chivalry to severely disturbed.

"Don't worry, Steve," Tony grinned, "she really does want to marry you, that's just the hormones talking."

"I don't necessarily want to marry her," Steve backtracked, "but if it turns out we have a child together, it's the only right thing to do."

"Ah," Tony sighed, slinging an arm around Bruce, "the mid-twentieth century nuclear family ideal which ensured we both had such happy childhoods."

"Is the wagering closed?" Thor asked. "I also wish to wager on the Hawk."

"I hate all of you," Natasha replied evenly.

"That belly says you love at least one of us," Tony waggled his eyebrows at her.

"How do we find out who the father is?" Bruce flipped through various controls.

"We can't, until the baby is born," Clint explained.

"Oh. Waiting. My favorite," Tony sat.

"I can't believe you guys aren't more excited about this chance to peer into your futures!" Steve interrupted.

"I don't suppose we can talk him out of this with something about paradoxes?" Bruce sighed.

"Nope," Tony grinned.

"Okay," Steve gestured Thor to the computer, "let's see what our futures hold!"