24. (When a horse appears on TV, ask Loki if it's his type.) Loki plunked himself down on the couch. He and Tony were the only ones in the living room. There was an old western movie playing on the flat-screen TV. Tony focused on the film for a moment, then turned to the dark-haired god.

"So," He said, pointing to a particular horse running across the screen, "Do you like bays..." He pointed to another horse. "Or are pintos more your type?"

To Tony, the expression on Loki's face was worth the black eye he received about two seconds later.

19.(Have sex with Bruce in the kitchen.) "Oh my god!" The glass that had been in Steve's hand fell to the floor, shattering on the tile. Bruce had his back against the refrigerator, legs wrapped around Tony's waist. The billionaire's pants were around his ankles, and Bruce's were on the floor, along with several magnets and pictures that had been on the fridge.

Steve opened his mouth, but no words came out. He settled for quickly backing out of the room.

"Get back here and clean up this glass, you little star-spangled prude!"

18. (Braid daisies into Thor's hair while he's sleeping.) Thor rubbed his eyes. He'd fallen asleep watching cartoons the previous walked to the gym, where his team mates had already begun training. As the god entered the room, a grin spread across Tony's face, and Clint started coughing very strangely. Bruce and Natasha were both trying to hide smiles. Steve, for some reason, looked sympathetic.

"What's so amusing, friends?" Natasha strode over, guiding him to a mirror. Woven into his blond hair were several white-petaled flowers. Thor turned to the only person who would've done it.

"Tony!"

40.(Attempt to ward off paparazzi with a crucifix.) Steve squeezed Thor's hand tighter. The paparazzi were surrounding the two blonds and their friends. They had decided to join Clint and Tony for grocery shopping.

Clint made a rude gesture with one finger at a group of photographers. Several cameras seemed to go off at once.

The picture would look lovely in the tabloids.

Thor glared at a very persistent young man who was clutching a pen and notepad, causing him to quail.

Tony...Had pulled a wooden crucifix from his jacket, and was waving it at the crowd. "Go away! Back, you damn demon spawn!"

Steve decided that now was a very good time to leave. He grabbed Tony's shoulder, pulling him across the parking lot and towards the waiting car. "Why do you even have that?" The soldier hissed, as they made their escape. "You don't even believe in God!"

"I thought it might come in handy."

Steve could only sigh, with Thor rubbing his shoulder in sympathy, as the car went screeching down the road...With Tony still waving the crucifix out the window.