Hey, guys! This is a little AU idea I had running around in my head a while. It's more for my own amusement, than anything. Meaning it's kind of ridiculous xD But, hey, maybe you guys will like it, too...(Cool story, bro)

Annywaays, enjoy! And thank you for reading!

"Now, what started as a pleasant, warm evening turned out to be a disaster in short-coming when the well-known masked villain by the name of Doctor Doom unleashed havoc on the lower side of New York City. Here's Barbara with the details."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Thanks, John...At seven a.m. this morning, mother of two, Stacy Marlow and her twin boys were visiting the school park, when, as it was described, a flash of lightning seemed to scorch the cars across the street. As you can see, the damage was minimum in comparison to the rest of the area-"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"-Authorities claim to have had the situation under control, but a new press release from Sheriff Henry Anderson states that he was "Grateful for the efforts of Reed Richards, and other members of Fantastic Four." Who, without which, the city may have-"

Thump! "ARRRG!" THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

At last he couldn't take it, anymore. Not that Barbara's news report was anything close to riveting, but this was really just ridiculous.

Pale, slender fingers reached slowly toward the small rectangle that controlled the picture-box, and a single finger made Barbara fall silent as she re-accounted the noble deeds of the so-called Fantastic Four. Loki stared at her silent lips for a moment, noting that she had far too much lipstick on, then cocked his head a little sideways over his shoulder.

"Having fun?" He called pleasantly over the back of the navy blue sofa.

Far back in the apartment, the sound of a heavy leg knocking over a set of tools rung out, alongside the clattering of a fallen wrench, and a grunt.

"Instead of mocking me, brother, perhaps you should consider making use of yourself and assisting me?" A disgruntled voice called back, slathered with anger and rapidly growing frustration.

"Oh, no." Said Loki calmly, letting the remote fall back to the seat by his side, "I treasure my life, and therefore have no intentions of endangering it by being around you at the moment. Especially not when you've been outdone so easily by Midgardian plumbing."

Proving his point perfectly, the sound of a thick hand slapping a pipe, and a loud shout of anger exploded from the bathroom. Thor was getting close to wits end, and it was only a matter of time before things began flying. Loki felt almost sorry for their poor sink, but not to the point where he would risk his life to try and save it.

"Confound and blast this poor excuse for water luxury!" Cried Thor furiously, warning Loki that the battle with the sink was coming to an end. His brother was now facing an infuriating, humiliating defeat, which certainly wouldn't bode well with the God of Thunder.

"Well, perhaps now you will think twice before attempting to fit an entire jar of peanut butter down the drain." Said Loki with a mildly amused expression.

Thor at last emerged from the bathroom, wringing his hand, which must have been sore from his earlier attempts to "unscrew the pipe" with only brute strength as his weapon, before Loki reminded him there were tools for that kind of thing. The God's face was flushed red, and his golden strands were askew and messily arranged across his unhappy face.

"The marble bin was not capturing the water long enough to allow me to wash my face, I had no choice but to create my own means of keeping it full." Said Thor in a tone he must have thought logical.

Loki just sighed a little and came to the conclusion that he would abandon this ever-informing news station for the more entertaining show of his brother being an idiot. Turning off the picture box, Loki leaned his elbows into his knees and gazed up at the one in question.

"You are aware that there is a feature installed into the sink that does this for you?" He asked, allowing an ink-black eyebrow to arch. Thor's face flushed as red as a tomato, and with a startling force, he threw his hands back toward the bathroom.

"Why did you not tell me so, earlier?-!" He accused loudly.

"Why, you didn't ask." Said Loki innocently. He smiled and let out a trickling laughter, only causing Thor's chest to heave a little harder.

"You know that information would have been helpful!" Said Thor through gritted teeth, trying, and failing, to keep his temper in check.

"Yes, but can you really blame me for being curios when you ran out of the kitchen with a jar over your head, loudly declaring that you would TAME THIS DISOBEDIENT SINK WITH THE STICKY CHARACTERISTICS OF THE "PEANUT BUTTER!" Said Loki, throwing his fist up in a flawless imitation of his brother, who didn't find the display very amusing.

"A good brother would have informed me of this feature you mentioned!" Thor spat angrily, loosing his patience.

"And who said I was a good brother?" Asked Loki sincerely, giving him a charming smile, and successfully dropping the straw that broke the camel's back.

Shaking his head laboriously, as if pure anger were weighing it down, Thor pointed at his little brother wordlessly before swerving around and storming back to the bathroom, which wasn't exactly what Loki expected him to do.

"Ah, ah, ah! What are you doing?" Asked Loki, cutting off his smile promptly. He had expected Thor to simply shout more amusing things, but instead he realized that he triggered something much worse. Loki knew that look Thor gave him. It was the look before something exploded, metaphorically and literally.

Alarmed, yet admittedly eager to see what his brother was going to attempt, Loki rushed to get off the couch and walked quickly over to the bathroom, already hearing the sound of a toolbox being turned inside-out. When Loki reached the doorway, the sight to behold there did not disappoint.

Thor had a hold of the largest wrench in the recently-bought tool box (it was an item most needed, and most frequently replaced. An explanation for both about to be demonstrated.) and a scowl marred his usually cheerful face.

"Now, what may I ask are you doing?" Loki asked, perking up on his toes in order to get a better view of the exposed pipe in the floor cabinet, which Thor was now aiming at with the wrench swinging like a batter in wait of the ball.

"Stand aside, little brother." Thor growled as a response. All of sudden, Loki wasn't quite so amused, anymore. His emerald eyes flashed wider as it clicked in his clever mind that his thick-skulled brother was actually going through with this.

"Wait, Thor, let's not-!"

The sentence was sliced off with a deafening explosion of too many noises at once. Debris flew every which way, giving Loki barely enough to time to jolt into covering his head with thin, lanky arms. The clanging sound of metal against metal repeated several times, and the flimsy wood of the cabinet could be heard splitting into pieces.

Now, normally when Thor threw these kind of fits, things were broken and then the noise halted almost at once. But this time only more alarming sounds coated the air, and Loki distinctly heard water spraying out forcefully all over the floor. His eyes were still sealed shut, with his arms creating a lame cover for his head, and his leg awkwardly poised upward in attempts to get away from the demolition sight. It wasn't until he felt cold water snaking its way underneath his sock that he lowered his guard and dared to take in the damage.

Thor stood looking like a soldier from battle. The bent wrench hung loosely in his hand, parroting a sword. Water soaked the front of his shirt like blood, and his chest pumped breathlessly. Wood, like corpses, lay in pieces around the steadily flooding bathroom, and the pipe was snapped and misshapen to the point where it sprayed mouthfuls of water directly at the wall across.

Loki didn't even know his mouth was open until he found it flapping up and down, the infamous Silver Tongue searching for something to say.

"You...You honestly-!" He ran his fingers through slicked back hair, then, shaking his head as it finally conjured something sensible, gestured largely at the pipe, "Well, clog it up! G-get something to stop it!"

Whatever trance Thor was in snapped in half with Loki's words. With widened eyes, he tossed the wrench aside and looked frantically around, flapping his hands as if he expected it would summon a means to stop the horizontal waterfall.

"What do I use?-!" He shouted over the blasting noise, looking to Loki for help. As the God of Mischief abandoned his post to rush into the bathroom, Thor snapped his fingers idealistically, "The peanut butter-!"

"NO!" Scolded Loki instantly, shoving his unhelpful brother out of the way. He bent over and grabbed the toolbox from the line of fire, being thoroughly drenched in the process, which made him hiss in displeasure. With a heavy sigh, he looked over his shoulder at his brother with a mockingly wide grin, "Well, nicely done, Thor! You fixed the pipe with astounding workmanship! I'm impressed, really."

"I meant only to tap the pipe out of place! Forgive me that I didn't have the knowledge in regard to the fact that this would happen!" Said Thor in defense to the sarcasm, giving wild gestures to the room as he referred to it. Loki snorted at his description of "tapping" the pipe out of place, and rummaged feverishly through the box for any kind of object that might help them.

"Can't you just use your tricks, brother?" Thor pressed, raising a foot as his jeans steadily took in the water. Loki shook his head.

"It could only make things worse, I have no knowledge of the outcome!" He replied loudly, afterward adding with a scoff, "Though, that didn't seem to stop you!"

Thor swore under his breath and hurried past Loki to look out into the hallway, where a large puddle was increasing through-out the apartment.

"Not good." He said, panicked, "Loki, the water is spreading! If it damages the other living quarters in this building, I feel we may not be welcome to reside here any further."

"Then help me, if you're so attached to our living quarters!" Came an extremely bitter response. Thor looked over his broad shoulder and saw that Loki had pulled out the second largest wrench and was fighting against the water stream to get to the pipe.

At first, Thor was confused as to why his highly intelligent brother was using the same irrational method that caused this mess, but then he realized that Loki was only using the wrench as something to cuff the neck of the pipe in order to push it back to a slightly normal shape. However, his brother wasn't exactly known for brawn and strength, and it was only a matter of seconds before, with the added distraction of the water, his hand slipped and he fell face-forward into the stream force.

Frazzled, Thor quickly lunged forward to help his flailing brother. He wrapped his arms around Loki's waist and tried to pull him back, only to feel his body snag and tug with each pull.

"MY ARM'S STUCK!" Loki screeched in high-pitched annoyance, his face turned sideways and his eyes sealed shut against the constant water in his face, "I SWEAR, THOR, IF I DROWN, I'LL KILL YOU FROM VALHALLA!"

"What is it stuck on?-!" Shouted Thor, ignoring the threat for more pressing matters. Considering a torrent of liquid was being blasted in his face, Loki probably didn't hear his older brother's question, and seemed to begin working at his wrist. Urgently, Thor peered over Loki's crouched body and saw that his brother's wrist was so thin, it managed to slip between a crook in the bent pipe, but now couldn't find a way back out.

Moving the pipe would mean potentially hurting his brother, and if Thor continued to pull Loki, he was certain he would rip in half. He was at lost for ideas, and briefly took amputation to mind...They did have a saw lying around...Or, wait!

The thought was pushed out by a much more reasonable one. Thor's face brightened, then fell grim once more as he pushed himself up from the floor.

"Alright! Fear not, Loki! I shall return, I promise!" Thor screamed directly in Loki's ear, loud enough to be certain that the God of Mischief didn't miss a word, "Do not die while I am absent!"

"What?-!" Loki protested, giving his arm another harsh tug, "Don't you dare leave me like this!...Thor! THOR!"

The God of Thunder ignored his pleas and stormed out of the room, with only one thing in mind. And where that thing was called for him to make a trip two floors down...

oOoOo

Blue prints, blue prints, blue prints. It's all Tony Stark saw these days, and it was becoming the last thing he wanted to look at. Agent Coulson had some nerve giving such a high-demand order for Nick Fury's little project. But, then again, it's not like he wasn't being paid enough. Actually, on the opposite side, the billionaire was being paid over time, thanks to a little gift called negotiating and signature charm.

His pen dropped for the first time that day, and Tony eased back in his chair with a sigh as he glanced over his formula. It looked pretty important, he noted with a mental pat on his back, which is all that really mattered. Who cares that it was actually a pretty simple principle for a weapon: Presentation meant everything.

"Hey, Pep?" He called absently to the other side of the room. The sound of fingers dancing across a keyboard came to a halt as his personal assistant gave pause to her own work.

"No more coffee." She said flatly. And, like that, the clacking resumed. Tony sighed deeply and shut his eyes. With a leisure push of his foot, he swiveled his chair around and faced the woman, slouching in his seat.

"Whassa matter? Am I too energetic for you?" He asked in his haggardly fatigued voice, completely dead-pan.

"No, quite the contrary." Said Pepper tartly, pushing her own chair around with far more elegance, "You haven't slept in thirty-one hours. I'm not letting you stay up any longer."

Tony raised an eyebrow, his head bobbing a little, "Wasn't aware you timed my hours of being awake." He furrowed his eyebrows and looked out the window with fake muse, "Should I be creeped out?"

"This is serious, Tony." Said Pepper in her business-like tone, her hands folded neatly on her blue, pencil skirt. One of many in her style-limited wardrobe, "You're over working yourself, again. I'm sure SHIELD would be much happier if their main source of weapons supply was alive for the demonstration next week."

"Aww, I bet you say that to every man." Said Tony with a wave of his hand, and a lightly flirtatious smile. She always tried her hardest to refrain from the motion, but Pepper rolled her eyes.

"You need to go to bed." She finished with a pressing perk of an eyebrow.

"Can't, mommy. I've got too much homework." Said Tony with a loud inhalation of breath as he turned a quarter back to his desk and played his hands along his notebooks.

"Please stop joking around." Said Pepper, growing aggravated. She forgot how Tony got on this snarky over-load mode whenever he was far too tired, "I'm trying to hold a normal conversation concerning your health."

"And I'm trying to slyly worm my way around it." Replied Tony, holding his hands open, "And, hey, check it out: It's working."

Pepper let out an empty laugh, "So you think. However, you won't be saying so when I've got you tied to your bed in a few seconds."

She regretted it the moment it was said, as could be seen by a suppressed groan and the closing of her eyes, but Tony wasn't going to let that be enough. His drooped eyelids opened a bit, and a wry smile slid up onto his face as he pushed his chair back away from her with his hands held up to help distance himself.

"Whoa, now. Didn't think you were that kind of gal, Pepper. Kinda hot, I'm gonna admit."

"You know I didn't mean it like that, Mr. Stark."

"Oh? So it's Mr. Stark, now? Trying to hide your kinky, deeper motivations, are you?"

"Tony-"

"Ah, and we're back to Tony..."

Pepper was getting past her barrier of patience, and was about to get firm with her arguing, when a harsh pounding from the door of the apartment caught both of their attention and stopped the bantering at once. Tony and Pepper exchanged brief glances, then both rose from their chairs and left the office to enter the main hall.

"Let me get it, Tony!" Pepper tried to persuade, snagging his shoulder, only to have him pull free from her grip and come to a stop by the apartment door.

The pounding never ceased, and when Tony peered through the peep hole, he half expected the Trojan army to be there, trying to break his front door down. Of course, it really may have well been the case when he saw the God of Thunder standing in the hallway on the other side.

"Ah, great." Said Tony, barely above a whisper, "Looks like sexy time's gonna have to wait, Pep."

He straightened himself up, ignoring Pepper's aggravated sigh, then unlocked the door and pulled it open. He was about to let out a sarcastic comment about Thor's gentle knocks, when a fist flew by his face and snapped him awake better than any swallow of caffeine could.

"Whoa, hey!" He shouted, taking a step back as Pepper jolted at the sudden attack, "Watch it!"

"Forgive me!" Thor said quickly, withdrawing the sideways fist that had been meant for the door. He swallowed quickly and took half a moment to regain his breath. It looked he had been running a marathon...In the rain, Tony noted, glancing down at the steadily soaking carpet.

"I am in need of assistance." Said Thor hurriedly, once capturing his breath again, "Lady Potts, I fear it is yours specifically that I seek."

Tony stepped to the side to gaze back at Pepper, where Thor's baby blue eyes were now focused. Dumbfounded by the sudden burst of energy, Pepper looked from Tony, back to the God of Thunder, and shook her head a little, bringing herself to her senses.

"Wh-what do you need?" She managed to get out, holding her hands out, palms upward.

"Small hands." Said Thor with a definite nod, regarding her gesture.

Pepper looked down at her fingers, and could feel her face instantly pale. The last time she was called to help due to her hand size, she nearly sent Tony into cardiac arrest. Admittedly, she wasn't too thrilled about this new task, whatever it may be, and silently wished she had been born with man hands.

"What's wrong, why?" Pepper then asked, having no real order for her questions as she looked back up inquisitively.

"My brother is trapped to a sink, and I fear he may be dying as we speak." Said Thor almost fiercely. Pepper stared at him with widened eyes and, after the sudden silence, Tony bust out laughing.