Basically Superheroes and Villains Acting Like Children

Why The Avengers Are Going To Central City

A/N- Hey everyone for this story to work I need everyone to assume that Loki has somehow gained the trust (somewhat) of the avengers and that he's living with them. Other than that blame me waiting for the newest episode of LoT for this story.

Alice :) 

Tony's POV

"Have you seen Loki?" Steve asks, out of all of us he worries the most about our resident God of mischief.

"Not since he and Clint had that fight. I'm sure he's off somewhere sulking or doing card tricks," I mutter not looking up from the designs for my latest suit. The Asgardian had taken a little getting used to, more so for me and Clint because of the whole throwing me out of a window, and of course the whole mind control thing, but surprisingly I felt bad for the guy after I'd heard about Odin's A plus parenting it had struck a nerve with me. I can't exactly say I've forgiven Loki for trying to kill me, but I can live with him.

"I don't know Clint said some really horrible things," Steve says sitting on the corner of my table. 

"Clint was drunk and so was Loki. I doubt Loki even remembers what Clint said," I say, but I know I'm probably wrong. Loki has a mind sharper than a tack and a knack for remembering anything and everything. 

"He called Loki a useless monster. Loki was holding back tears."

"I'm sure he's off planning to fill Clint's bathtub with worms again or something," I supply weakly, because what else am suppose to say? Clint did cross a line last night and Loki doesn't handle emotional pain well, give the guy a compliment and he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what game you're playing, insult him and he'd probably start a war to get back at you. 

"Tony, please can you find out where he went after the fight?" Steve asks.

"JARVIS, what did Loki do after the fight with Clint?" I ask.

"He packed, sir."

"He what!" Steve all but shrieks, because hey our own little golden boy had become close with the two gods. They'd bonded over not understanding anything. 

"He packed. His room is empty," JARVIS supplies and if I didn't know better he sounded almost sarcastic. 

"Do you have any idea where he went?" I demand, pinching the bridge of my nose. I really need to reevaluate the idea of having the team live me, as much as they are, they're going to send me to the nuthouse before I decide to stop saving the world. 

"I believe he slipped a note under Thor's door." JARVIS says and I sweep out of the room Steve close behind me. I knock on Thor's door and hear something that sounds vaguely like come in, so I do. Thor is sitting on the bed a piece of paper clenched in his hand. It's written in what I can only assume are runes.

"Thor, did Loki say where he was going?" Steve asks.

"Some place called City of Central," Thor says.

"Central City. Come on Point Break we're going to find your drama queen of a brother and drag him back here by his stupid reindeer helmet if we have to," I say leading the blondes out to the kitchen where the rest of the team is sitting in various levels of their morning routines. Nat is watching everyone because she's the first to get up. Clint is on what I assume is his third cup of coffee because he isn't hiding in the vents complaining about the sun. Pietro is eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, though I don't think it counts if the bowl is filled with only the marshmallows. Next to him Wanda is starting her normal routine of nine cups of coffee, and judging by the face she is making at Pietro it's only her first cup. Bruce is happily sipping away at his tea, and pouring sugar into his oatmeal.

"Guys we have a problem," I say and everyone looks up, "Loki packed up last night and took off for Central City. We're going to go get him back."

"I'm not going," Clint says.

"Yes you are. You're the reason he left Clint."

"He started it," is all the archer says, and I sigh. I love my team, but sometimes it's like I'm raising a handful of children. 

"We're all going. Clint he saved Pietro's life," I say. It's a low blow. Clint wanted nothing more than to forget how after Pietro had taken those bullets for him, Loki had appeared and summoned a Goddess named Eir to heal him. 

"Fine. I'll go. But I'm not apologizing to him," Clint mutters before everyone heads for the jet. Once we're all seated the jet takes off.

"Just don't make things worse," I say and Clint smiles.

"No promises," he says and I sigh. It's going to be a long day. Even longer if Loki and Clint try to draw this fight out.