Awakening

*Smirks*

Penny's POV

Ok, I always knew that my dad and I were smart…

But seriously, this took the cake!

We had gone a bit insane last night after Insania showed up, and no there is no way that is connected at all...Ok, maybe it is a little bit. Anyway, we had about four and a half hours to plan and set up pranks to our hearts content.

Every doorway on the floors that the Avengers used, not to mention the air vents, elevator, windows, stairs, couches, floors, and just about any place we could think of, were either rigged with pranks or altered in some way or another.

Like the kitchen...that had to have been one of Dad and Insania's best ones of the night. The walls Insania had covered in artificial, bright purple dragon skin while I had charmed the floor green, fury, and so that it felt like you were walking on a waterbed that never stopped moving.

Dad had caused all of the kitchen appliances to 'possessed' by reprogramming them to 'sing' random songs whenever someone tried to use them. He had also made it so when the sink was turned on, bubbles would come out, the oven got colder instead of hotter, and the fridge gained a personality and voice. The fridge had named itself Bob and now pleaded with people not to eat it's innards.

Apparently Dad had given it a bit too much of a personality.

Insania and I found it completely hilarious, and because of his accomplishment I shorted his hair so that it no longer resembled a powdered wig, though the red and gold color remained. Dad had been very thankful, and unsurprisingly, he didn't mind the red and gold color. (Though he complained that his goatee now looked too much like Rogers' patriotism for his tastes; which is exactly why I left it.)

We had also given everyone in the tower some additions to accompany the hair makeovers. Pepper was turned glittery by Insania, and Tony recommended I give her cat ears and tail, which I did. Thor now had sharpie tattoos of random pop culture quotes that Dad liked, and Insania and I had put our powers together to create a mini thundercloud that would follow him around and work like a mood ring via weather. His Asgardian armor was also transfigured into the most typical hippy clothes I could think of, to match his rainbow Mohawk.

When Roger awoke, he would find himself with blue skin, with sharpie stitches all over his body, and plastic bolts superglued to his neck. Dad had also requested a spell from Insania, and so Rogers would barely be able to move his jaw for 24 hours...restricting his ability to speak by a lot. He would also find that his shield had been painted (in washable pain, Dad wasn't that mean) black and white, with the words Captain Franksicle in large but crude letters.

Phil, who hadn't wanted to go back to the Helicarrier with his green, frizzy hair, had decided to hijack one of our guest bedrooms. He would be regretting that in the morning since he would find himself looking like...well, like someone had thrown a clown and a spy in a blender, hit frappe, and then dumped it on him. Clown shoes, rainbow spy glasses, large black nose, clown makeup, overly large earpiece, eyesore clown suit, with a giant water gun on his back, which was black. Yup, he was going to retaliate.

Bruce...well, he might kill me but I might've given him a giant purple bunny suit with the words, I need a hug on his back, and transfigured his ears into long, purple Bugs Bunny ears. Besides that, if Hulk makes an appearance, he'll find himself pink, and in a tutu.

Insania and Dad had both made it very clear who they were blaming if Bruce got pissed on that one.

Barton of course, would wake up with a cheesy sharpie mustache and dressed just like Katniss, Dad's idea, and he would've be able to walk without skipping. I had a feeling that Dad had done that just so he could call the master archer Katniss, and embarrass him of course.

Darcy, Jane, and Selvig would all wake up to blue hair and little stars and planets orbiting their heads; but that was about it. I hadn't wanted to scar them too badly on their first visit to the Tower.

We hadn't wanted to leave Fury and Romanoff out, so Insania and I had teleported Dad over to the Helicarrier. Fury would wake up pink, in a Princess Peach dress, blonde hair, crown and all. Romanoff...well, I felt bad for her for a half a second. Then it passed. She had seemed restless as we set it up. Her hair was now blonde, fell down to her butt, and tangled as F. She would find herself in an Alice in Wonderland outfit, and Wonderland creatures were going to be dancing in the corner of her vision all day.

Dad had attacked her with sharpies, itching powder, and a few other things that...I wasn't really sure what they did.

But I guessed that I would find out.

It was about seven by then, and the sleeping spell Insania had put on everyone would wear off at eight. So Dad and I joined the fun.

Dad and I painted ourselves silver, and I conjured some futuristic clothing that I had worn in a previous lifetime. A spell from Insania, and two from me, had us both slightly blue tinted and flickering as if we were holograms. Also, like holograms, we would have (controllable) intangibility all day. We would also be very bland and intelligent (ie. we would use very large words and long sentences) for as long as we could pull it off.

Jarvis was recording everything, from every angle. I think he liked our prank wars, as they entertained him. I also had a feeling that he kept a few things for possible blackmail material as well.

Oh, all three of the bots had been let loose on the floors above the labs, and told just to make chaos.

Ironically, if asked, Dad and I were going to blame the whole thing on Insania; and of course, the Immortal was perfectly ok with that.

"PENELLA AND ANTHONY STARK, YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE BEHIND THIS!"

Dad and I shared a look before grinning, oh today was going to be fun.

Third POV

Insania appeared next to Mortem just after his Duties flared and he sighed.

"You've corrupted my Bonded."

She just chuckled and winked, "Oh, I wouldn't say that. The flour was already spilt before the war started."

She vanished, and Mortem was left blinking in the insane looking kitchen.

Did she just like making no sense at all?

I had been right, of course, the morning had been hilarious!

Pepper's yelling had woken the other Avengers up, and of course their reactions had woken Selvig, Darcy, and Jane up.

Jarvis had been enough to calm Selvig down and explain where he was, but of course, the two scientists freaked out for all of thirty seconds before looking out the window, realizing they were in NYC, and connecting the rest of the dots.

Rogers and Pepper had taken it the worse, of those in the Tower. Unsurprisingly, she had yelled and blamed me and Dad for about an hour before we managed to blame Insania and tried to plead innocence.

Of course, she hadn't believed us, even when we were talking like we had sticks up our asses and much too large brains.

It made me wonder, how on earth had Jarvis avoided that?

Barton had cornered me and grilled me on how we had managed to do everything we had. I hadn't replied, just given him a small smirk before walking out through a wall.

Phil...well, he had just walked in, used his giant water gun to soak the two of us in sugar water, before walking out again. I didn't need to ask Jarvis to know that the man was setting up his own pranks for the two of us.

Rogers wasn't talking to us, which was understandable since he really couldn't anyway, so he resorted to glaring at us, nonstop, his arms over his chest and a pout on his face. (Though he would never admit that.)

Thor...well, at first he had stormed into the living room we were all confronting one another. The storm cloud over his head had been almost black, mini bolts of thunder flashing, quiet thunder rumbling, and rain pouring.

But it changed as soon as he saw Jane, literally the storm evaporated into a mini sun and a full blown rainbow had appeared as he hugged her. If I hadn't been in character, I would've smiled.

Bruce...had actually taken it rather well. He had smacked me upside the head before grabbing a cup of coffee; and I learned something new. Just because Bruce was sleeping, didn't mean Hulk was.

He had told Bruce that I had done it all.

It wasn't until about ten and a few very scientific and pointless ramblings from Tony who was taking being 'in character' very seriously, that everyone settled down into the kitchen.

Dad and I had to hold back grins as Barton opened the now blue fridge.

Who had of course exclaimed very loudly, "Noooo! You cannot eat my innards! You barbarians, savages, evil doers! My days as Bob have only just begun!"

I had managed to stay in character until Dad had addressed the stunned crowd.

"It would be wise to take the emotional and rather articulative refrigerating device's words under consideration. You have no knowledge as to its abilities."

Then of course, I burst out laughing, a fair few flashbacks echoing through my mind, not that I actually cared.

Two arguments between Thor and Bob the Fridge, and a rather long argument between Dad and Rogers later, we actually got food.

Then of course, Princess Nick dragged a non-responsive Romanoff into the room, demanding to know what Dad and I had done to his agent.

It had all gone quiet, until Insania's laughter echoed through my mind, and I sighed.

We had both shrugged, not really knowing what was wrong with her, though I did have a rather good idea.

Dad and I both spouted off some rather complicated technobabble that went in circles, me throwing in a few truthful facts regarding psychology every once in a while, before Nick just gave up.

Sadly, he refused to go back to the 'Carrier in his Princess state, so he stuck around. Though it came back to bite him in the but when he entered the living room and two gallons of purple sparkles were dumped on his head.

No one else wanted to go out in their pranked forms, so by eleven we were all just lounging around the living room. Thor and Jane were cuddling and catching up, Barton and Darcy were talking, Pepper was working from the Tower, Rogers was sketching, Natasha was still napping...or lost in her own mind, as I honestly wasn't able to tell. Nick was also working from the Tower, while Dad and I were enjoying a very quiet game of Three D chess, Stark Trek version...with some Stark alterations.

We got rather creative when board.

Of course, the rather quiet atmosphere was broken when Hell appeared in the middle of it. Like I said, the morning had been amazing. Hel appeared at noon.

Her eyes were wide, and her hair windswept. She was wearing a traditional Asgardian formal dress, and looked close to a panic attack.

I got to my feet, my Duties only now alerting me to the fact that something was wrong.

"What's wrong Hel?" I asked, biting my lip to keep my thought from wandering too far. There were so many things that could be wrong.

"Change," Hel told me harshly as she sneered at my appearance. "You need to get to Asgard now."

My eyes widened as I waved my hand, letting everyone's pranked appearances vanish, including my own.

"Why?" I asked, my throat tightening.

"What has happened?" Thor asked, getting to his feet and Mjolnir somehow appearing in his hand.

Hel's eyes darkened as she glanced between me and Thor.

"Odin," She spat his name like it tasted foul. "Is condemning Loki for his actions. He doesn't believe that Loki's deeds weren't his own!"

My eyes narrowed and my fists clenched at my sides. Odin was what!?

"That senile old fool!" I growled, my sparks dancing across my skin and my aura flashing as my blood boiled.

Loki was a victim of Fati! He deserved his father's understanding, not scorn and punishment! I was not going to let Odin ruin all of the work I had put into the young Asgardian's childhood! I had practically raised the boy! Screw Odin.

"We must fix this!" Thor exclaimed, his own rage bringing the smell of ozone into the room.

"I will." I snarled, appearing on Thor's left and grabbing hold of his arm before both of us appeared next to Hel in a shower of sparks.

"We will be back." I stated, mostly to Dad since he was the one who looked the most concerned.

My Cores flared as I propelled us through the sub-dimensions and into Asgard.

Odin better get his act together quickly, because man was I pissed.

The bloody Allfather should know this already.

Nobody touched those I considered family.

*Evil grin* Oh no, what has Odin done now? E're returns to Asgard and serious tongue lashing next chapter.

*giggles* I've been looking forward to this!

Hope you like it,

Cp