My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

War

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POV: Pietro (thanks to @cute_owl_14 for the suggestion)

I quietly ran through the hallway, going over my many plans in my head. Of course Stark wouldn't think much of me, what with Loki around. I hadn't told Peter much either, or even Wanda, come to think of it. All the more exciting when the dominos fall into place.

Running quietly with a rattly bucket of homemade slime is hard, let me tell you, but I manage fine. Fine as in, no one wakes up, at least besides Loki and Peter, who are busy duct-taping Tony to his swivel chair and the chair to the ceiling. I replaced all the coffee with decaf already, put a few letter magnets on a sleeping Bucky's arm (spelling out 'never gonna give you up'), spray-painted 'ur mom' on Cap's shield, and now am putting slime in Clint and Natasha's shoes. The best part?- I can pin it all on Loki, and I'm sure he wouldn't even be mad.

"Hey, Nat?" I heard Clint say from the closed door. I turned my head to Natasha, still asleep with her gun on her bedside table, as she glared and squished her face deeper into her pillow.

"It's six in the morning..." she grumbled, not turning around. "Go away..."

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon," Clint said. I grabbed the bucket of slime and hid deeper in Natasha's closet.

"No it's not," she said, facing the door. "Shut up."

"Yeah, it is, Nat. I thought you were reading files, we all did. If you're asleep, that means..." he trailed of dramatically. "We have to get you to to sick bay."

"No you don't, Clint," she sighed. "It's six in the morning."

"The power went out," he said. "Thor fried the mainframe. HYDRA has a bioweapon- a weird half-coma thing that kills you slowly. Apparently it also causes nightmares..."

"Shut up, Clint, I'm not-"

"Natasha!" I'm being serious. Unlock your door, now," he said frantically. Nat sat up.

"I didn't lock it."

"It's locked.

"Well, I didn't lock it," she said, slight concern entering her voice. I stayed relatively silent, messing with the leftover slime for Clint's shoes.

"Futz," he said. "If you're forgetting things that means it's bad. You must've got hit hard. Come on, we got to go quick."

I'd be concerned if Clint hadn't told me about this earlier. I have no idea why, maybe just so I wouldn't poke holes in his story in front of Nat.

Natasha got up and left, glaring with uncertainty. I waited a few seconds before leaving to do Clint's shoes.

Wanda would probably come find me the moment she woke up, so I had to go fast. Of course, that'd always been a strength of mine.

I run down to Thor's room, tape a few 'kick me' notes on his capes, and try to lift Mjolnir, heavy as ever. I hit Loki's room next, do the same thing, find Peter's room and write 'never gonna give you up' on a few school papers on his desk, and finally call that good for now and go to the kitchen.

By now, of course, the tower is a minefield. It's hopeless to even try to eat anything, because someone thought it'd be funny to freeze everything in the fridge in a block of ice- my bets are on Stark- and fill the pantry with plastic zebras (what even). I eventually find a box of cereal and have to eat it dry straight from the box because the dishes are floating and I don't want to touch them.

Wanda walks in, her suspicion more noticeable than the fact that her hair is slightly magically in place.

"What did you do?" She asked slyly, ignoring the frozen-shut fridge and floating dishes.

"Not any of this," I said casually, picking the marshmallows out of the box. "Not much, actually. Sad, if you think about it."

She raised an eyebrow, but got the dishes back to normal without breaking them. She took a bowl and snatched the cereal out of my hands to pour herself some.

"Not much? So what did you do?"

"A couple sticky notes," I said, not technically lying.

"That's it?" she persisted.

"That's it," I lied.

"Wonderful," she said, red particles summoning around her hands.

"I can outrun you," I said, ignoring the subtle threat.

"I wasn't saying you couldn't," she said, magically tugging on the fridge door. It didn't budge, and she cancelled the spell.

"Good morning, morons," Loki said, walking in with Peter, who was looking a bit pink in the face. "I see someone ruined the kitchen?"

"It wasn't me," I said, shaking the box because there were no more marshmallows on the top.

"How do you freeze that solid?" Peter asked, yanking on the fridge door. The handle fell clean off, leaving two holes where the screws were. "I... forgot I had super-strength."

"It's still frozen," Loki noted, tugging gently on the other one. "I guess Thor'll lightning-melt it?"

"That'll be interesting," Wanda said, finding a spoon in the wrong drawer.

"Out of tape?" I asked casually. She turned abruptly to glare at the three of us, oblivious to everything. It was kind of hilarious, actually.

"One roll left, if you want it," Loki said, tossing a half-roll of duct tape to me.

"Thanks," I said, moving to catch it. It landed in my hand and dissipated into green light, leaving 'Loki'd' written in sharpie on my hand.

"Happy Midgardian Mischief Day," he said, grinning. Peter grabbed a couple zebras from the pantry and put them in his pockets.

"I thought it was 'April Fools'," I started, but Wanda jabbed me in the ribs.

"Are you all taking this seriously? This is a holiday for four-year-olds," she said. Loki clutched his heart and turned away.

"I'm hurt. This is the best one Midgard's come up with."

"Of course you'd think so. You're forgetting everything," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Everyone!" Clint yelled, slamming open a door. Natasha stood, pretty annoyed, next to him. "Nat got hit at the last mission. I forgot my key to the med bay-"

"I have one," I said, as the only person (I hope) in on the prank.

"Alright let's go-"

"Hurry up, old man!" I said, dashing past him. That would never get old.