Truth be told,Bruce banner never thought he would be "Happy".Truth be told, Bruce Banner never thought he would be much less alive past fourteen and truth be told, Bruce Banner never thought he'd be sitting in a minature stool behind a giant fruitbowl ticklish portrait, in a huge kitchen stacked with houseleves and all the food imaginable- eating a pb and j sandwich,laughing, as his three comrades all looked upon his snack selection in wonder.Lastly, truth be told he never thought three grown male teens could look so offended at his prepackaged selection.
"Oh come on, they're called twinkies and they're absolutly delicious.I mean Castiel, you've been in the states for afew years, how are you so amazed?"Said the smiling, meek genius.
Castiel turned to him, "Well I believe Balthazar never got over his home country.We only had imported snacks at home.I've seen them but never so up close.They seem----unique" he said, his tough voice voicng the same question that the former Holmes brother and Lestrade too had, although with much less disguised as the other two.
Bruce laughed softly, shaking his head as he took the twinkies from the hopelessly offended souly British food exposed individuals as Mycroft began to tirade about, how dare the American's call such thing a pastry, and began to wrap up his selected items.Letting a little smile slide, Bruce stood watch as Mycrosoft and Lestrade continued scavaging for more snacks though the cupbards-both pretending not to be staring at each other patheticly, and as Castiel was asking a fellow house elf if they had any muggle apple pies to spare surely to help impress Dean.Bruce couldn't help but feel a soft feeling enter his body as he let the plans for tonight fully take hold of his usually worn out mind.
After having all broken up outside the great hall into their respective dorms, Bruce,Sam and the Holmes brothers all quickly made it up to their dorm and all changed quickly into a mix of pajamas and muggle clothes for what they knew would be an all nighter.After a bit of teasing centering around Sherlock and Mycrosoft snipping each other and after they all made sure to have their stoway bags filled with their robes for tomorrow-after a quick goodbye, Mycroft and Bruce set off under a spell of invisibillity to meet Castiel and Lestrade infront of the entrance to the kitchen.And with a flick of Mycrofts hand, they had all enetered and set upon gathering snacks for an evening of what would surely be teasing,laughing,food,butter beer and pop, and discussions on the purpose of life once it got late enough.Bruce ofcourse, always cautious-would like always attempt to sneak out at some point to sleep outside away from everyone else and like always, he would wake up smack in the middle of everyone having been carried back in by Tony or Clint.
Dont get it wrong, Bruce loved his friends but no matter how hard they all tried to help him out and make him feel comfortable, the fact his lycanthropy was uncontrollable due to the slightest of moon changes and due to a horrible childhood of abuse and pain until his father got sent to jaiil two years ago-Bruce could'nt help but still shy away from hugs and horseplay among his friends- the only ones who had ever had the pleasure of the slightest of touches from Bruce being Tony, and Sam- they both still knew not to push it when it came to Bruce.
Bruce shook his head, no tim now for lamenting that he was too afraid to even let his closest friend Tony to even ever hug him."Ready to go guys?"Asked Bruce, picking up his bottomless bewitch bag.
Mycrosoft and Lestrade looke dup and nodded as Castiel manevuerd over to them at the entrance with three newly baked pies in his hand.With a sheepish smile from the raised eyebrows of his redhead,brunett, and ravenhaired peer-Castiel set near to Banner as they all casted spells onthemselves once again to walk down the halls.
As they finally got on the ground, they took off their spells and fixed up their shows, because even with all the spells in the book, getting to their hideaway was still a major part.
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Loki smirked.
Balthazar smirked.
They were both a ittle too drunk already.
I mean by god, what did they put in that fire whiskey.
"You know, Loki we should take over the world chap."Said Balthazar as he staggered softly against the opening of their hideout.He let out a vulgur smile as he heard their friends already fast in action getting stuff clean in their sprawling home away from home.While he had not planned to get drunk quite so early, Balthazar couldn't help the softest of smiles reach his lips as Loki too staggered softly toward him on the othher side if the entrance.
"I agree dear balthazar.We would surely rule with iron fists,Mark ourselves in the heighest of thrones"Loki said quitely,
Balthazar smiled,"Very Loki, seems like quite the idea".
"I agree," said Loki softly
"Well then, maybe we shoul---"
"I think we should."
"Oh hell nah, I vote no"whispered a playful voice causing the two lean slytherins to let out small sqeaks.
From under the cloack of a spell and behind the whisper, lay no one else but a hysterical Gabriel and Stark as Adler walker cooly passed the now two pissed Slytherins.With rolled eyes, the two slytherins made their ways inside with the two griffendors in tow into their bewitched home.
Still a bit pissed off thanks to their ruined moment, Balthazar couldn't help but begrudgingly still let go his exasperation as he looked around at what their "bewitche home".Create din their first year their home had originally been a simple set of chairs, a table, a set of sleeping bags, and a bewitch eternal green flame.But in the three years that had passed as new friends had come to play.Woah, had Balthazara, Stark's, and Sherlock's placed evolve from the simple adobe where the three troubled kids had decided to meet to now a sanctuary for them and their wide variety of friends.
Where there had ony before been three lonely wooden chairs layed scattered around the room a variety of seats all in different shapes and sizes for their friends.Where a small table had layed now stood a large one ready for snacks and drinks to fill its huge side covered in tell tale carvings from Clint's pocket knife and artful doodles from the sharpie of the Cap Steve himself.In the cieling where before was bare now layed a beautiful and extremely accurate moving painting of the night sky and all its wonders handcrafted by Thor and Loki themselves.Where the door before held a shitty hand written sign saying "Stark Tower 221B", now stood a quick charm warding aginst evil in Dean's handwriting after he explained to them how it helped hima and Sam sleep better.Ofcourse among other items scattered here and there including large books and beakers to serve as Tony,Bruce's and Sherlock's security blankets.A withered hand written drawn map of Russia which hung proudly on the East wall by the rarely smiling Nataha who had hung it up, a quick desk in the corner held some loose files by none other then Mycroft who had built it up there and so on and so on.Balthazar couldb't help but soon be smiling a bit wider and have his head a little clearer as he took in the beauty of what had become his,his brother's , and his friend's little paradise.
