When the Science Bros entered the second room, Bruce and Tony's eyes widened. On
the floor were Natasha and Steve, curled up and unmoving. They ran over to their teammates, checking for signs of life. Upon finding a pulse on each of them, Bruce and Tony breathed sighs of relief.
Once they knew their friends were okay (for know), the duo observed the new room. It was exactly like the old one, with the exception of the lights being on and there were no Loki-clones. The floor seemed to be one very large tile, the walls were painted, not papered. The ceiling appeared to be made entirely of drop ceiling, the kind of tile found in offices. Everything was completely and totally white except for their own clothes.
A grunt came from the direction of Natasha and Steve, causing Bruce and Tony to turn around. Steve was sitting up, rubbing away the sleep in his eyes and looking blearily at his friends. He then looked over to Natasha, who was trying not to do the same.
"Well, it's about time you two Sleeping Beauties woke up." Tony remarked, earning a glare from Natasha and a confused look from Steve. Bruce just shook his head, a sign telling the captain not to worry about it and that he would tell him later. Steve nodded slowly.
"So, what happened and where are we?" Steve asked, standing up before helping Natasha up.
"No idea and no idea." Tony answered, shrugging.
"We're in some sort of 'mystery room', as the Game Master called it." Bruce replied, shooting Tony a look.
"WHO IS TOTALLY LOKI." Tony yelled for no reason in particular other that being frustrated.
"We don't know that for sure. It could be someone else." Bruce explained to Natasha and Steve, while Tony tried to convince them that it, in fact, was all Loki's doing.
"So what are we gonna do now?" Steve asked, looking around.
"Isn't it obvious? We look for clues." Natasha exclaimed, heading over to one of the walls, feeling around for a panel of some sort. The boys followed her lead, running their fingertips along the smooth surface.
After around twenty minutes or so, Tony decided that he had enough of finding nothing. He curled his fingers into a fist and rammed it full force into his wall. A sickening crunch was heard followed by plenty of swears and curse words. His three companions turned to see the agitated man jumping up and down, cradling his injured hand and swearing like a sailor. Bruce immediately went over to him.
"Tony, let me see your hand." He requested, waiting patiently for him to stop bouncing around like a rabbit on a pogo stick.
"NO, IT HURTS LIKE CRAZY AND I'M NOT GIVING YOU MY HAND!" Tony shouted, finally ceasing his incessant movement. Natasha and Steve walked over to the other two.
"Stark, just give Banner your damn hand." Natasha ordered, a hint of irritation showing in her voice. Tony shook his head and held his hand in the opposite direction from the scientist. Natasha glared at him, an impending threat that she would do the same to his other hand if he didn't hand it over. Tony gulped nervously and gave his hand to Bruce.
Bruce inspected it for a couple seconds before asking Tony if he could move his fingers. After a couple seconds of nothingness, Tony yelped in pain. Steve jumped slightly at the sudden noise.
"What's wrong?" He asked, still eyeing the annoyance that was Tony Stark.
"IT HURTS SO BAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Tony shouted, yanking his hand back and yelping as he moved it wrong once again.
A hum was heard throughout the room before a voice spoke from an unknown location. "That would be badly, Mr. Stark. Not bad." Then the hum erupted once more, before falling silent.