Disclaimer: I don't own the Marvel characters, unfortunately, as much as I want to.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!"
Nick Fury roared at the adolescents in front of him.
"I was experimenting with gender and age magic until these buffoons burst in and ruined it."
A raven haired girl of about 16 crossed her arms, her anger piercing through everyone. A drapery of black male clothing hung off of her thin frame. Her tiny feet were lost inside her large combat boots.
Female, teenage Loki.
A brunette with wild, spiked hair and rich chocolate eyes was messing with her boobs.
"I'm looking at myself naked!" The girl Tony stated. Surprisingly, she didn't have an arc reactor.
The pale blonde in the humongous Captain America suit was blushing, trying to ignore the fact that he was weak, scrawny, and a girl. At least Tony had a figure guys would swoon over.
Clint wasn't taking notice of his new body and age. He was trying to console the muscular Natasha. She was tall, good looking, and overall trying to cover her newfound man parts, for her clothing had ripped during the transformation of small to large.
Thor looked like he took a model's body, with perfect butt and boobs. His hair remained unchanged though.
"Do not fear, Lad-Lord Natasha. It is not as if we have not seen it before."
His voice was a beautiful chiming sound. Lady Thor pat Natasha on the back, having to roll up his sleexes a good measure of times.
All the while, Bruce was reading over Loki's notes, pretending that nothing has happened to him.
Nick walked behind his desk and pulled a pair of jeans from a drawer, tossing them to Natasha.
"Put 'em on, Nat. You're gonna have to go commando."
She snarled, and turned to the girls. "Turn. Around."
They complied, Loki snickering. "Tony looks like a slut."
Tony stopped messing with her boobs. "Am not!"
Nick Fury sighed. "Get used to it kids. We are canceling all missions until Bannerette here finds us a way out of this."
Bruce shot the Director a look from under her black fringy bangs.
Once back at Stark Tower, they filled Pepper in on what happened.
She poked female Tony's face, laughing.
"Welcome to being a teenage girl. Good luck with the hormones, honey."
Pepper gave the adolescent team another glance before walking into town to do grocery shopping. Teenagers had the appetite of a thousand monsters.
Thor had went off somewhere, and Loki was staring at himself in a mirror. He looked like a model.
Natasha was grumbling, scratching the back of his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clit look down her shirt.
"Oh my god." He muttered, staring at her.
His faced turned crimson. "What? Its my body. I do what I want."
The two were bickering, Loki groaning and massaging his temples.
Lady Thor burst into the room, wearing a black cocktail dress that had been hanging in Natasha's closet. It suited her figure well, filling the dress out in all the right places.
"Do I fit in now?" She asked.
"NO NO NO NO TAKE IT OFF!" he screamed. He bit his lip, thinking of all the mobsters he had ruined in that dress.
Thor unzipped the back and peeled the dress off her body. She was standing stark naked in the middle of the kitchen. Nonchalantly, she walked to the cupboard, in hunt of Pop tarts.
Clint wolf whistled, and Steve was blushing and looking away. Natasha covered her face with her hands. This transformation better end soon.