Ah, I'm late, I'm late. Sorry for the delay. I own nothing. Hope you enjoy!
Steve limbs lay sprawled out in every direction on his bed as the 8:02 minute clicked off on his digital clock. He slowly started to stir as his dream of flying cars started to fade. The glowing numbers on his clock blinded his as he squinted at the wall beside him. A yell could be heard down the hall, but this did not worry him. He slowly got out of bed and slumped his way to the bathroom. Once he turned on the light, he found a mirror, comb and a robe. He lazily fixed his frazzled bed hair, and put the robe on over his boxers. He opened the door only to find the screaming clearer and loader. He walked to the kitchen to find Thor and Loki struggling to make breakfast. Thor, in his gray shirt and Superman pant, was staring at a box of cereal, as if waiting for it to explain itself, and Loki, in his green shirt and black sweatpants, was yelling crazily at the toaster.
"Surrender my breakfast!" he screamed at the metal box slamming his fist down in front of it. This is not how Steve wanted to start his morning. He walked towards the cabinet for some bread and a bowl. He placed both on the counter below him. He opened the bread bag and got out two slices. Slipping his hands past the fuming Loki, he placed both slices in and pressed down the lever. Loki stared down at the contraption as the conductors turned red hot and toasted the bread. Now Steve grabbed the bowl and went next to Thor. He grabbed the box from the confused Asgardian, opened it and poured out some of the contents. Steve turned and made his way to the refrigerator for the milk. By the time he got back to the cereal, the smell of freshly made toast had filled the air and was soon complemented by the pop of the lever. Loki, who had still been mesmerized by the small machine, yelped and jumped back, almost slipping on the smooth tiled floor. After pouring the milk, Steve walked over the cabinet, got two plates and then made his way over to the toaster. He picked up both perfect pieces of toast and placed them on separate plates.
"Loki," Steve said, "do you want anything on your toast?" The Frostgiant replied with a quizzical look, having no idea what you would put on toast. Steve, being in his rare "I'm not taking your stupidity" mood, dragged himself to the fridge and grabbed the butter and then slowly proceeded to the first cabinet to grab the peanut butter. The Asgardians watched him closely, trying to learn what they could about this foreign morning ritual. Steve hastily grabbed a butter knife and began spreading one piece of bread with butter and the other with peanut butter. Once this task was sloppily completed, Steve turned to Loki.
"Which one do you want?" he asked stepping away from the counter to showcase the two pieces of fabulous toast. Loki timidly swiped the piece closest to him, which was the butter piece. He took a bite out of the crunchy food and found himself to be very pleased with the Earth "delicacy". Steve grabbed the peanut butter slathered piece and took a bite out of it, recovering from his morning gloom. A loud slurp brought the two out of their enchantment. They turned their heads simultaneously to find an embarrassed Thor lowering his bowl of cereal to reveal a very milky beard with Lucky Charms caught in it. Steve reached for the drawer to right and grabbed a spoon. He held it out to the bearded blond and gave him his first genuine smile of the day. Thor returned it and grabbed the spoon, putting the new tool to work. All three ate silently (Steve made 4 more pieces of toast), until Tony popped his head into the doorway with this normal bright smile. As he fully revealed himself, the trio saw something clashing with his baby blue bath robe. Tony held a black top hat in his right hand and as he tilted it forward slightly, the three saw small slips of paper at the bottom.
"Good morning," Tony said, bringing their attention back to him. "Have a nice breakfast?" he asked, pulling the hat behind his back.
"Ya, it was pretty nice," Steve said as he tried to figure out what Tony was planning. Loki just nodded, taking another bite of his slightly charred toast.
"Indeed sir," Thor said walking over with Tony with his empty bowl and spoon in hand. "I had the charms, apparently they were given special properties that allow them to be eaten. Apparently they will make me very lucky."
"Ya let's go with that," Tony said, "well, you all got my note didn't you," he asked. They all nodded in response. "Good, now is the time I explain in detail what is actually going to happen," he told his curious, wide-eyed guests. "But first," he said bringing the hat back out of its hiding place, "pick a slip of paper out of this hat," he finished nonchalantly.
"What?" Loki said.
"You pull a piece of paper out of the hat, it's not that hard reindeer games. Now who wants to go first," Tony said shoving the hat further towards them.
"I guess I will," Steve said reluctantly and he put his hand into the velvet hat, swirled the bits of paper around and picked the one that had first caught in his fingers. Shock and disappointment washed over his face as he read the one word on the piece of paper.
I cannot tell you how sorry I am for the delay, but thank you for staying on board, until next time, Crzygrl, out. (don't forget to review cause I love reading all of your thoughts)