Prompt: Loki starts to get a little too obsessed with pokemon and Darcy secretly holds the local title of pokemon master.

No one was really sure how it all got so out of hand, but pretty much everyone agreed that it was all Tony's fault.

It all started one rainy morning at Avengers Tower

Everyone was wandering around the tower with the aimless apathy of the bored. There were no supervillains to fight, no press to satisfy, no adoring fans to wave at. So, most of the team had wandered off to do their own thing. Tony had just come up from tinkering with his newest suit to grab a snack. He opened the fridge and was immediately splattered with a mixture of beer, milk, and Pepper's green tea.

"Loki," he yelled as he grabbed a towel off a cupboard. "Loki, what the fuck was that?" He stormed into the TV room, clothes sopping wet and sticky. The god in question was lazing on the couch, flipping through the channels with a bored expression. Darcy Lewis, Loki's sometimes-girlfriend, was sitting cross-legged on the armchair next the couch that Loki was currently hogging, her laptop balanced on her legs. She looked up at Tony and busted out laughing.

"Loki, what did you do," she gasped as her brown hair fell in her face.

Loki barely deigned to look up from the television. "Merely a parlor trick. Nothing impressive."

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"I'm bored, Stark," he said blandly. "I've only Darcy and the pittance of your American entertainment system to occupy me, and Darcy is busy with her classes."

"Gotta finish school if I wanna make the big bucks," Darcy said, attention already drawn back to her laptop, fingers rhythmically striking keys.

"So what, you booby trapped my fridge out of lack of anything better to do?"

"Exactly," Loki switched the channels again, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Tony stormed off, muttering under his breath, and Darcy popped in her headphones to drown out the sounds of screaming housewives. A few minutes later, Tony came back, wearing a new shirt, and carrying several small, plastic boxes.

"Here," he said, chucking the items onto Loki's legs. "These oughta keep you out of my hair."

Loki flicked off the television idly and picked up the boxes. One of them was a thin black box, like a miniature version of Darcy's laptop. It flipped open to reveal two screens and a variety of buttons and came with a small stick that stretched out to fit his hand. The other boxes were cases of what seemed to be a game of some sort. Pokémon, the cases read, accompanied by names of colors or precious gems.

"That," Tony pointed to the black box, "is a Nintendo DS. You put a game in that slot on top, and you tap the screen on the bottom as you play."

"This," he picked up one of the Pokémon cases, "is arguably the most successful video game franchise ever created. You run around collecting strange little animals to become the greatest Pokémon trainer there ever was. Black and White are the newest in the series, but I threw some of the older ones in there if you'd prefer."

Loki flipped the covers over. "This is a children's game," he sneered.

"Try it for about an hour. If you don't like it, I'll dig something else up for you. But I guarantee you'll be hooked."

"What's that," Darcy interrupted, pulling the headphones off. "Ooh, Pokémon, fun times. I used to play that all the time with my brothers."

Loki looked back and forth between Darcy and Tony. "Fine. I'll play your game."

"Sweet! Maybe once my classes settle down, we can play together."

Within an hour, Loki was hooked. Within a week, he'd played through Diamond and Pearl and had moved on to Heartgold and Soulsilver. Every spare moment was spent battling, training, collecting. If he wasn't playing Pokémon, he was researching statistics and tips. If he ever deigned to speak to anyone, it was of Pokémon. Poor Steve often left a conversation feeling bemused, since he barely knew how to work a television, much less a video game. Thor grew increasingly concerned with his brother's new obsession, but Tony shrugged it off.

"That's just how Pokémon works. You can't put it down for months at a time, then it gathers dust in your drawer for years."

"It is good to see him so keen on something other than mischief," Thor admitted.

"Exactly. Pokémon Master Loki is better than World Domination Loki."

"Speak for yourself," Darcy grumped nearby. "I haven't had sex or even a normal conversation with my boyfriend in over a month. It blows, and not in a nice way either."

Darcy wasn't the only one with complaints. Clint and Natasha would be training new recruits when illusions of small fluffy, often flaming, creatures would suddenly run across the training ground, startling the bejeezus out of the recruits and creating a massive migraine for all of the senior Agents, who then had to spend the rest of the day convincing trainees that, no, Pokémon did not really exist.

At this point, Loki had cleared Heartgold and Soulsilver and had stoically moved on to Black and White.

The jingle of Nuvema Town and the howl of vanquished Pokémon haunted all of the Avengers dreams. Darcy, at least, had the sense to kick him out of her bedroom before his night time playing could disturb her, but the rest of the Avengers had little relief. Especially as he started taking his no-longer shiny DS out on missions and team-building sessions.

"This is all your fault," Pepper snarled at Tony one night, after a quite corporeal Jigglypuff had Sung her to sleep, then wrathfully doodled on her face. The markings was apparently permanent as no amount of scrubbing, exfoliating, or cursing could even fade them.

"Oh, come on, how was I supposed to know he'd start making them come to life? And you have to admit, it's pretty funny."

Pepper fixed him with That Stare, the one that froze the blood in his veins. "I have a teleconference with the Japanese tomorrow morning, followed by two press sessions and an interview for Times magazine. I cannot go on camera looking like an anime character! You will fix this, or so help me—."

"Okay, okay. I'll go...do something."

Despite Tony's best efforts, and even the efforts of the rest of the Avengers (nothing brought them together like stopping Loki from his nefarious goals), Loki remained enthralled with the game. He did put down the DS for about ten seconds to magic away Pepper's new eye liner a la Jigglypuff, which just proved that Loki's survival instincts could overcome his dreams of being Pokémon master. Finally, it was Darcy, normal, jabbery Darcy who brought an end to his reign of horror.

She approached him while he was lounging on the couch where it all began. She tapped his knee with a purple DS and said flatly, "Yo. Pokémon battle. Now."

"Busy now."

Darcy whacked him harder. "I'm offering you a one-time deal. Beat me, and you can come back to the bedroom with me and we can do sexy Pokémon roleplaying. I win, you put the game down and walk away. Like, forever."

Loki sneered at her. "Deal. I won't hold back."

"Bring it on."

Ten minutes later, it was all over. Loki stared in horror as his screen went black and the white type, "Loki blacked out!"

"Did I mention that my brothers are pretty much the badassest, most competitive Pokémon players ever? Growing up with that, it's a wonder I survived. Now hand it over."

Loki felt his heart cringe as he handed over the DS sulkily. She threw it to Tony who'd been watching from around the corner.

"There. Problem solved. Now if you'll excuse me, I have three papers on physics and the state of the Union to finish by ten tonight."

Tony and Loki watched as she sashayed away.

"Huh, who knew Darcy was the Pokémon Master?"

Jane Foster heard as she wandered by and was snapped out of her science-induced daydream. "Oh God, is Darcy playing Pokémon again? She doesn't get any work done when she's on a Pokémon kick."

Loki stood up suddenly and walked away.

"What are you up to now?" Tony asked suspiciously.

"Revenge."