AN: Happy Memorial Day Everyone.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

What just happened? Clint wondered as he stood stunned, holding the remains of the can of nuts in his hand. His ears were ringing and everything he looked at seemed green. It took a minute for his head to clear enough to realize that it wasn't his vision that was green. A quick scan of his room confirmed that almost every exposed surface was now covered in green paint. Looking down he saw that the pieces of the can in his hand still dripped with the stuff.

Instantly any possibility of this being a prank from Fenrir was erased. No, Fenrir might have liked jokes but he wouldn't do something like this. This was too aggressive. There was only one person who could be responsible for destroying almost everything that he owned!

"Mister Barton, I have alerted the team to your situation. Are you in need of any medical attention?" Jarvis asked.

"He's back," Clint said to himself, gripping the shards of the can more tightly.

Clint didn't even bother to turn when he heard his door slam open behind him. "Clint, are you okay? We heard the bang and then Jarvis told us that there was an explo-" Steve stopped mid word as he slid to a stop on the wet carpet. "Is this paint? Oh God Clint, what did you do?"

"Are we under attack?" Tony said, half flying into the room in his armor, Thor just a few feet behind him. They both stopped when they had a chance to see what the room looked like.

"So you finally decided to redecorate? You know, if you wanted a change so badly I could have had some decorators brought in," Tony said.

"This was done intentionally?" Thor asked, pushing his cape slightly to the side so it wouldn't brush against the wall.

"No, I didn't do this intentionally! It exploded!" Clint said, holding up the remains of the can. "I opened it and it exploded."

"It looks like one of Clint's pranks backfired on him," Steve explained.

"So it was an accident," Thor said, looking amused. "You should be more careful in the future."

"You think that I did this?" Clint asked. "I didn't do this. Do you think that I wanted everything that I owned to be covered in paint?" Clint demanded. He knew there was no way that they could think he was that stupid.

"I am sure that this was not your desired outcome," Thor said.

Clint wanted to hit Thor. He knew that he'd probably break his hand against Thor's head but he didn't care. For that split second before the pain set in it would feel good.

"I'm not the one who did this. I haven't been doing any of the things that have been happening lately," Clint insisted, as he tossed the pieces of the paint bomb to the side. "It was him. He's back and he is setting me up."

"Who are you talking about?" Steve asked.

"I'm talking about his psychotic baby brother," Clint said, glaring at Thor. "I came into the room and found the can. At first I thought it must have been Fenrir, because who else would think that the Mixed Nuts trick would work. But then I opened it and it exploded. I don't mean that paint just shot out. I mean an actual explosion in my room."

"Clint, calm down," Steve said, holding out a hand in front of Clint.

"I'm not calming down! That nut job left a bomb in my room!" Clint said.

"If Loki were on Midgard then we would have heard from him before now," Thor said.

"Besides, Clint, I don't think that Loki would go to the trouble of breaking into the Tower just to make a mess in your room," Steve said.

"Of course he would," Fandral said, stepping through the doorway and eyeing the room up and down. "This is exactly the type of thing he always found hilarious. Truth be told he's been toying with you all since I arrived here. Most likely since before I was here as well."

"You've seen him?" Tony asked.

"Of course not but, believe me, I grew up with Loki. I know his work. This is admittedly a little more childish than what he would normally attempt but, since he was trying to deflect blame, that makes sense," Fandral said. Everyone else in the room turned to Thor for conformation.

"I suppose that this could have been done by Loki. But why would he be spending his time playing games like this when Fenrir is here?" Thor asked.

"I imagine that he was waiting for the right moment to approach his son and all of this has just been to amuse himself while he waits." Fandral said.

"How long have you known that Loki was the one doing all of this?" Steve asked.

"I suspected as much when Thor's food went missing at breakfast,"

"Were you ever planning to mention this to one of us? Or were you just waiting until he actually blew one of us up before you decided to get involved?" Tony asked.

"I learned in my youth that it was never wise to get between Loki and the object of his focus when he is in such a mood. Had his actions turned aggressive I would have acted. As things were I felt it was best to let things run their course." Fandral explained.

"So as long as he wasn't killing anyone then you were fine with letting him lurk around the Tower and drive everyone crazy?" Clint said. Adding to all of the misery that was sure to come with the return of Loki, it was starting to sink in that almost everything he owned had been ruined.

"I had hoped to provoke him into showing himself at dinner," Fandral said, redirecting Clint's thoughts. "I thought for sure that my choice of stories would draw some response."

"So what's changed?" Steve said. "If you didn't want to get involved then why are you telling us now?"

"Ah, yes, well as it happens the situation has changed," Fandral said. "You see this afternoon I was approached by an old acquaintance. He has just now contacted me again. He has a proposition for you all."

"Who is he and what does he want?" Tony asked.

Fandral hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Try to keep an open mind."

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A

It wasn't as though his room had been at all appealing to begin with. Empty pizza boxes and magazines everywhere. Clothes strewn about as though he were trying to carpet the room with them. Holes all over the walls from darts and arrows. The place was a sty.

Initially Loki hadn't even been sure that they were the archer's quarters. He'd thought that he must have made a mistake and ended up in some sort of storage room. It was hard to believe that anyone would live in such squalor by choice. Yet it had proven to be the right room.

The way Loki saw it, the man really should be thanking him. Perhaps this would finally be the push he needed to motivate him to clean. Even if he didn't then the change was still an improvement on what he'd had before. Most things looked better with the addition of some green. Including the archer, it seemed.

"It's encouraging to see that recent events haven't harmed your sense of humor," Loki turned his head to the right and saw that he was no longer alone on the rooftop across from the Tower.

"Puck?" Loki said. He almost didn't believe what he was seeing. He hadn't seen the annoying little mage in over a century but there he was. Looking just the same as he always had. Same long white hair and dreadful taste in pastel silks. He hadn't thought of Puck in years. As he tried to remember their last meeting he realized that even more astonishing than Puck being on Midgard was the fact that Puck was anywhere at all. Considering how their last meeting on Muspelheim had ended.

"Didn't I kill you?" Loki asked, trying to remember the exact details of their last meeting.

"No, no. Though in your defense it was certainly not for a lack of trying," Puck said, with a laugh. "It took me over a week to get out of the pit of fire and I still managed to come out paler than you." Puck began laughing again.

Loki shook his head and remembered why he'd wanted the other man gone in the first place. This creature was completely insane. "Well congratulations on your continued existence. Now go away. I don't have time for your nonsense," Loki said.

"Oh, yes, I can see that you are quite occupied playing childish pranks on your brothers' friends. I'll give you credit and admit that your jokes are as amusing as ever. Though to be fair I would have chosen a different color for Clint's room. I hear he is actually more partial to purple," Puck said.

"However our last meeting may have ended I think I made it quite clear when I shoved you off of that cliff that I was tired of your presence. Why are you bothering me again?" Loki asks.

"I thought I could be of some assistance," Puck said, smiling widely. Loki looked at Puck incredulously.

"I am one of the strongest magic users in the universe. Years ago you came to me begging me to take you on as an apprentice. Your skills have always been weak in comparison to mine. What could I possibly need from you?"

"You may be more powerful than me, it's true. But I have a few talents that you don't," Puck said.

"If you mean your little predictions then you can save your energy. I have no use for unreliable guesswork," Loki said.

"It has been a long time since you last saw me, Loki. My skills at reading events have grown. I've developed a level of foresight into the future that… well actually it has made my life quite tedious," Puck said. Loki ignored him and hoped that the other man would take the hint and leave. Naturally he did not.

"This is why I have begun to use my gifts to help others to improve their lives," Puck said.

"How nice for you," Loki said.

"The ripples are so much clearer now. I can take the smallest action and follow it all the way to the end. The major events anyway. I'll admit that there are always some small side events that I am unable to see coming," Puck said. Loki made a noncommittal noise and wondered if there was anything he could say to the other man that he wouldn't take as encouragement to keep talking.

"It is in fact that which brings me back here today. I wanted to apologize to you formally for what happened with Fenrir. I always thought he was such a sweet boy, and I was only trying to help him along," Puck said. Loki had spun to face Puck the moment he'd heard his son's name. He had his complete focus now.

"What did you do to my son?!" Loki demanded, standing up and towering over Puck.

"I was merely trying to help. How could I have known that he would bite through his own leg that way. No one could have predicted that," Puck said.

"You see into the future!" Loki said.

"Not every detail. I only see the major events. There's no one who can see everything," Puck insisted.

"Stay away from my son, Puck," Loki commanded.

"Don't be upset. It all worked out in the end. Minor discrepancies aside, everything has begun to take the path that I knew it would. If all continues the way that it should then your son will be-" Puck said.

"I won't say it again," Loki interrupted, resisting the urge to hurl the man across the roof. "Stay away from my son. He's had enough misery in his life because of seer's and idiotic prophesies. He doesn't need any more of it."

"I must say that I find your devotion to your sons wellbeing quite surprising," Puck said, tilting his head to the side as he spoke. Loki, meanwhile had pulled a dagger from his coat and was considering where best to put it.

"I am sorry if I've insulted you," Puck continued. "I had just assumed by your recent actions that the two of you were no longer as close as you once were."

"You don't know anything," Loki said.

"I know that your son sits just a building away. Yet instead of going to see him, or contacting him in any way, you have been spending your time playing games. Amusing games, to be sure, but just games," Puck said.

"I've grown tired of you. Leave now, before I find another pit of fire to toss you into," Loki said.

Puck stood up and pouted at Loki's lack of response. When it became clear that Loki was just going to ignore him he began making his way across the roof to leave. Loki couldn't have been happier to see the other man leave and turned his attention back to the Tower.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I almost forgot!" Puck said, flying across the roof and floating to a stop in front of Loki. "Silly me; it was the whole reason that I came to see you. I've learned a new trick. You'll be amazed. I've studied so hard since we last met. You must let me show you. Please, please, please."

"If I let you show me your little trick; then will you leave?" Loki asked.

"Of course!" Puck said, bouncing from foot to foot while still hovering in the air.

"Fine. I hope that you're not going to attempt to use one of your little mind spells on me," Loki said, standing up from the ledge where he had been sitting and stretching his legs.

"I would never. Besides they never worked on you anyway," Puck lowered himself down to the roof. "This is something entirely unique that I have learned especially for today. I just know that you are going to love it."

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A

Darcy was putting hot sauce onto her coffee ice cream. Fenrir hadn't thought that it was possible to ruin ice cream but he had clearly been wrong. Just the sight of this was making him feel a little sick.

"I've been wanting to ask. Last time Thor stopped in he said that you all took publicity photos. So does that mean that they took photos of you or the big green you? Darcy asked Bruce.

"There were a few of me but I think they focused more on getting shots of the Hulk," Bruce said.

"I'm a little surprised that Tony found photographers willing to do that," Jane admitted.

"Actually, it turns out that the Hulk was really cooperative that day. It turns out that he really likes having his picture taken," Bruce said.

The conversation soon changed to some topic that both Jane and Bruce were studying and Fenrir began to lose focus. It had only been about fifteen minutes since Thor and the others had left him alone with Bruce, Jane and Darcy. He knew that, but he still kept looking over to the clock and expecting to see that hours had passed. He wanted to leave so badly that he'd begun gripping the side of the table to keep himself still.

When Thor had left the kitchen to go find out what was happening with Clint, he had told Fenrir to stay where he was and keep Jane company. It shouldn't have been an order. He knew that Thor hadn't really even meant it as one. Still, he couldn't make himself leave the table. Not so long as Jane stayed.

Looking over to the group Fenrir realized that the topic of conversation had changed. Now Darcy was telling some sort of story. Like all of her stories it was very colorful and involved lots of hand gestures. Fenrir watched and wished again that the woman would leave.

He was sure that Darcy was a good person. Jane and Thor both knew her and liked her. The Avengers allowed her free access to the Tower, so she must have earned a good deal of trust. She had certainly never been unkind to him. But every time that Fenrir met her she would leave him wanting to hide behind his uncle. It was the way that she looked at him. He'd had people look at him that way before and it never led to anything good.

Fenrir felt a hand land on his shoulder and he nearly screamed. He managed to resist and when he calmed down enough to look he realized that the hand belonged to Bruce. Bruce looked over to Fenrir with a small smile and he was finally able to take a breath.

"Bruce is here," Fenrir said to himself. "Bruce is here and Bruce is strong. He's your friend and nothing bad is going to happen with him around."

Fenrir tried to remind himself that nothing bad would have happened to him either way. That he was safe as long as he stayed in the Tower. Still, he felt much better knowing that Bruce was sitting next to him. Now that he was calmed down he was actually able to listen to what everyone was saying. He was immediately glad that he could.

"I'm serious, he actually tried to rob the gas station wearing this full suit of armor," Darcy said. "The best part is that the guy was actually calling himself Actually Gold Titanium Alloy Man. Can you believe it?"

In truth, Fenrir could believe it. Mainly because he and Clint had come up with that one together to put on the website. Now he was almost glad that he'd stayed in the kitchen. He couldn't wait to tell Clint about this.

Darcy was telling them all more about the robbery when a loud pounding told everyone that Thor was coming down the hall.

"Fenrir!" Thor said, making straight for him. "You're looking well. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Fenrir said, looking around him in confusion.

"He's about the same as when you left," Darcy said. "Pretty sure we all are."

"That's good. I'm glad," Thor said, smiling widely.

"Thor, is everything okay?" Jane asked.

"I am wonderful," Thor said, still smiling.

"Are you sure, because you're acting a little…" Jane began.

"Trippy," Darcy offered.

"You are, a little," Jan said.

"I assure you that I am fine. I was just noticing what a beautiful day this is. Don't you think it is a beautiful day, Fenrir? Look at that sky," Thor said.

Fenrir glanced over his shoulder to look out the window. He saw that the sun was setting but other than that he didn't see anything particularly striking about the view.

"Such a sight deserves to be appreciated. If only there were a better view," Thor said.

"You are really bad at this," Clint said from the hallway. Fenrir turned back around so he could tell him about Actually Gold Titanium Alloy Man, but stopped when he actually came into the room.

"Why are you green," Fenrir asked. Looking at Clint it was clear that the man had recently wiped down his hands and face, but other than that he was completely covered from head to toe in green.

"You need to come up to the roof," Clint said flatly, and completely ignoring his question.

Any calm that Fenrir had managed to regain was quickly gone. There were few places in the Tower that he liked less than the roof. He had been up there a total of two times since his arrival and neither had been pleasant experiences. Even barring the terrible rejection he had received from his father, he would have hated the roof. It was just too high.

"Yes, the roof. That would be the perfect place for you to get a proper view of the sky," Thor said. Fenrir looked back and forth between Clint and his uncle. He had no idea what was really going on but he knew that he didn't like it.

"Enough. No point dragging this out," Clint said, going over to Fenrir and pulling him out of his chair.

"Clint!" Bruce said, standing up.

"No," Fenrir yelped, pulling away.

Clint gave him an annoyed look and the next thing that Fenrir knew he was being tossed over Clint's shoulder and carried down the hall. Fenrir had no idea how to react and froze. Clint taking advantage of everyone's shock, quickly made his way down the hall to the elevator.

"Clint, this is not what we-" Thor was cut off when the door to the elevator slid shut behind him. Clint slammed down on the button for the roof and dropped Fenrir back to his feet.

"You're a lot heavier than I thought you'd be," Clint said.

"What's going on?" Fenrir asked, fighting off panic.

"I need to bring you to the roof," Clint said.

"I don't want to go to the roof," Fenrir said, watching as the floor numbers they were passing got higher and higher.

"Yeah, well neither do I. But it has to, so it's better that we just get it over with now," Clint looked to see what floor they were on and turned back to Fenrir. "This would be a lot easier if I don't have to drag you out there."

If Fenrir hadn't been so terrified at this point then he might have even laughed. They both knew that there was only going to be one way that Clint would get him onto that roof.

Thor and Iron Man were waiting outside of the elevator when Clint pulled him out.

"So you've really developed a thing for kidnapping this guy haven't you?" Iron Man asked.

"I got him up here didn't I?" Clint said, pulling Fenrir forward.

Seeing Thor and Tony out here had left Fenrir more confused than ever. Why was everyone up here? Why was he up here? What was going on that Tony had put the suit on? Why did he need to be on the roof!?

Clint final let go of Fenrir's arm and gave him a shove forward into Thor. Fenrir made a brief attempt to run back to the elevator but knew he had no hope when Thor wrapped an arm around his waist. He tried to make himself relax. To remind himself that Thor can fly, so being so high up was not a problem. It didn't work.

"Hello again, Fenrir," This time Fenrir did scream. It was Puck! Puck was on the roof and for some reason everyone was just standing there.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to cause trouble. I have come to make amends," Puck said. "To mend that which has been broken. To repair the tragic rend of a once happy family." Puck finished his speech with a bow.

"Wha-?" Fenrir said, trying to remember how to form words. Why was Puck here? What was going on?

"Fenris. Look," Thor said, turning them both to see his father sitting in the center of the roof. Fenrir stood stunned, unable to believe that his father would just sit there. Then he saw the blue beams of light circling tightly around his arms and realized what had happened.

Fenrir spun around to look at Puck "What did you do?"

"A simple binding spell to help you two along the way toward unification. I would have left it to occur naturally, but your father is maddeningly stubborn. At the rate he was going it would have taken years before you made contact. And by then he would have missed so much." Puck explained.

"Release me, you worthless imp," Loki called out.

"Of course the spell is only temporary," Puck said, glancing nervously over at Loki. "It wears off on its own. So since my part in all of this is done I'll just be on my way and leave you boys to have some family time." Puck made one last bow to Fenrir and then ran to the edge of the roof and plummeted off.

As happy as he should have been to see Puck leave, now there was nothing to distract any of them from the fact that Loki was still there. Fenrir looked back at his father. He was back. He was sitting just a few feet away from him. He was there and because of a spell he would have to stay where he was. If only for a little while.

Fenrir slipped down out of Thor's grip and ran as fast as he could for the elevator. The doors opened up and he was half way inside when he felt several pairs of arms pulling him back out.

Fenrir couldn't do this. As if securing his father to the roof was going to make any difference. His father hadn't wanted to come here. He'd had to be forced. Magically bound to make him come face to face with his son. Even if he did talk to him, the second the spell wore off he was going to leave again. He couldn't do this. He couldn't handle being rejected by his father again.

He kicked at Thor as he lifted him off his feet and began carrying him across the roof. "Let me go! I don't want to talk to him! Let me go!" Fenrir screamed, fighting against Thor as hard as he could.

"Seriously, now you decide you don't like him?" Tony asked.

Thor growled at the other man and hefted Fenrir higher into the air and brought him over to his father. He sat Fenrir down next to Loki and held him there. He then pulled out his hammer and placed it down on Fenrir's leg.

"You two are ridiculous. You have both been going mad from being apart now stay here and talk to each other!" Thor looked back and forth between the two of them as they both made a point of saying nothing. "I'll come back later." Thor said, standing up and striding over to the elevator. He motioned for Iron Man and Clint to join him. Leaving Fenrir and Loki alone on the roof.

AN: Finally they are back together. Now if those two idiots will just admit how much they missed each other.

Will they finally talk? Will they manage to work everything out? Will Fenrir forgive his father for leaving? Will Clint ever get the paint to wash out of his hair?

Tune in next chapter for all of this and more.

Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing. I've gotten some incredible ones lately and I love you all.