A week after the election, relationships were still sour. Friends were still not talking, and the school was still deeply divided. So Thor decided to correct things while going through with his plan to oust Beta Ray Bill, by handing out invitations to a sleepover.

"Here you go, my friends!" His voice boomed across the classroom as he handed out invitations. "Sleepover!"

Invitations went to Tony, Steve, Rhodey, Bucky, Clint and Phil.

Tony lowered his sunglasses. "Uh, I'm not going if Steve's going to be there."

"And I'm not going if Tony's going to be there." Steve snapped.

Tony pulled his fist back. "Why you bitter sonofa-"

"Alright class!" Mr Selvig said loudly as he walked in.

Tony rushed to his seat and took his sunglasses off in a bid to look as innocent as possible.

"Time to take registration-and Tony, I saw that. You will be spending lunchtime with Mr Jameson." Mr Selvig said as casually as possible. "Try to be more responsible since you are the president. Okay." He sat at his desk and began typing his username and password into the computer. "Today, we in first period, we will be having an assembly as those who have super powers and abilities will reveal themselves. Then in second period, you have gym with Mr Dugan, just thought I'd remind you of that."

Groans filled the classroom.

"Yes, yes, I know you don't like it, but honestly, it gives me a break. I don't know how Ms Carter is going to cope with you lot next year." Mr Selvig said. "And again, I'd like you not to forget that Mr Von Doom is teaching you music this afternoon."

The groaning stopped and was instead replaced with expressions of fear. Every one of the kids looked like a deer in the headlights-except for Vision.

"Now that we have the day's agenda sorted, I will begin to call the register." Mr Selvig looked at his computer screen. "Vision?"

Vision put their hand up.

Through the staff, word had quickly spread about the Viking end of the world. Though it had been left out that word had been brought by a horse faced, cybernetic alien child.

Heimdall prowled the corridors as he usually did. The children were all in their classes, as they should be. As Heimdall passed the fourth grade classroom, he saw Sif slip out of the door and shut it behind her.

"Sif. Where is your hall pass?" He asked.

"Heimdall!" Sif hissed. "You-of course you knew. You see everything."

"I don't see everything." Heimdall said. "If I did, I would be seeing thy hall pass."

Sif sighed and produced her hall pass.

"Sif, 'tis most dangerous for thee to be alone in these trying times." Heimdall said.

"I'm fine, Heimdall." Sif said. "Unless it is true about the end of the world."

"Where didst thou hear that?"

"Overhear." Sif corrected. "I overheard a couple of teachers talking about it."

"Thou should not be hearing of such things."

"Well, I did, okay?" Sif said defensively.

"Sif, thou art a God. It would serve thee well to behave as such."

"Translation: stop giving me lip." Sif rolled her eyes. "Brother, can I go to the toilet now?"

"Thou shalt proceed." Heimdall nodded and stepped to the side.

"Thanks." Sif said casually and practically darted past him.

Tony walked into the secret and specialised gym that Principal Xavier called the Danger Room and smiled to himself as he saw how many more kids were in there.

"Right, thank you Mr President, for arriving late." Principal Xavier said. "Now, for the many, many new faces we see today, we're going to introduce each other, going around the room and saying your name or your codename and a bit about your powers. President Iron Kid can go first."

Tony sighed loudly. "I'm Iron Kid. My powers are all based in my technology and my arc reactor. As you can see." He lifted his arms and spun around to show his boots, gauntlets and the wires connecting them to a backplate.

"Okay. I'm Howard. And I'm an alien duck." Howard shrugged.

"I'm Rocket. And I was a science experiment. Now I'm not." He said in a sort of growl.

"I'm Kid Marvel!" Kamala declared. "I stretch and stuff."

"I'm Squirrel Girl and I might be a mutant or I might be an inhuman. I'm not sure yet. We're still figuring that out." Doreen said. "Anyway, this is Monkey Joe," she pointed at the squirrel on her shoulder, "and I have squirrel powers."

"Uh, Daredevil." Matt said almost uncertainly. "Aaand... I have echolocation powers and super senses."

Lorna put her hand up. "Polaris. And I can manipulate metal and stuff."

"Well, I'm Cable," Nathan began, "I can move stuff with my mind. And do other stuff with my mind. Don't cross me."

"Yeah, yeah. You know me as Ant Man, but I'm actually Ant Kid." Hank said with a half sigh. "And with this helmet," Hank held up a silver helmet with prongs that resembled antennae and had some kind of box suspended over where the mouth would be, "I can speak to and control ants. I'm also working on a way I can shrink down to ant size." He paused. "It's going... Well?"

"I am Quake and I can create earthquakes." Skye said simply.

"I am the assistant librarian and assistant for this class. Still call me Toro." He said. "I am an Inhuman and I can turn my whole body to flame, control it and I can fly." He turned to Clint and tapped him on the shoulder.

Clint nodded. "Hawkeye. Archery. I never miss." He said rather succinctly.

"Right. Who of our new members would like to tell us more about themselves?" Principal Xavier asked.

"I am Vision." They said in monotone. "I am a robot-"

"You're a synthezoid." Hank interjected. "I should know, I created the technology to make you."

"Let's just call it an android and call it even." Tony shrugged.

Hank's fingers curled into a fist. "I will not call it an android, Tony, because it is a synthezoid." He said through gritted teeth. "It is-"

"Technically our grandkid." Tony said flippantly. "And it's in our grade at school."

"Well it does know stuff up to fourth grade level."

"Don't you wonder why?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, you can argue about this another time." Principal Xavier said. "Gamora, would you like to speak?"

"Okay." She shrugged casually. "Whatever. I'm Gamora. I'm an alien, I guess. I don't know what kind. Titan, probably. Like my dad."

Nebula rolled her eyes. "Oh whatever. Haven't you noticed that our Uncle Eros isn't green?"

"And I suppose you weren't paying attention when he took us to see Wicked on Broadway?"

"You're not Elphaba, Gamora!" Nebula groaned. "For god's sake."

"Well Dad's purple!" Gamora argued.

"He's mutated in some weird way." Nebula said.

"Maybe we are too." Gamora shrugged.

"I'm Nebula. And I'm an alien too." Nebula said.

"Okay. Well, I guess you can call me... Jewel?" Jessica said thoughtfully, as if it were the first word that popped into her head. "Yeah, Jewel." She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay. And I have super strength and I can fly. But I'm not a mutant or an inhuman. I was just in a horrible accident in which my entire family died and I was doused in chemicals and-"

Luke cleared his throat loudly.

"Okay." Jessica nodded. "Wrong time. Sorry."

"Alright." Luke inhaled sharply. "I'm uh, Power Boy. And I have super strength too. But I can't fly. But I do have unbreakable skin. I can never bleed and I am virtually indestructible. I'm a mutate, since I was used as a Guinea pig. I also hope I never need to have surgery of any kind."

Call me Echo. Maya signed, which caused Clint's eyes to widen slightly. I have no super powers. I possess photographic reflexes. I copy things other people do.

Neat ability. Clint signed with a smirk. I'm H-A-W-K-E-Y-E. I'm Deaf too.

"Other people call me Moon Girl. I guess you can too." Lunella began. "I... I have a pet T-Rex and my mind can swap with his sometimes. I'm still not sure of the trigger." She said earnestly.

"I'm Danny Rand-K'ai. And I'm training to become the next Iron Fist. I mean, I'm not the Iron Fist, but I suppose you can call me... just Iron Fist." He shrugged. "I can do lots of martial arts and stuff. But I can charge my chi energy and make my fists, like, glow and stuff and then it punches harder than usual. It's pretty cool."

"Why not Glow Fist then?" Luke asked.

"Because Iron Fist is better." Danny said.

Luke gave a casual 'fair enough' one-sided shrug.

"I don't know what you could call me." America said. "I mean, probably just America, since that's my name. And I have pretty weird powers. Super strong, super reflexes, super... Everything. And I can open portals to other dimensions and travel through them."

Everyone gaped at America, but Tony. "That's actually pretty cool." He said.

"I know." She said happily.

"I'm, um... Nico." She began. "I'm a witch, so I have witch powers. And I can also fly when I have my Staff of One."

"What's that?" Skye asked.

"It's like a magic wand. Sort of." Nico answered.

"Okay." Julie said. "Well, I'm Lightspeed. And I can fly at... Light speed. My brother is Mass Master."

Jack waved and smiled.

"And my sister is Energizer."

"I'm Energizer." Katie said.

Julie continued. "We already operate as superheroes, along with our older brother, Zero-G."

"Yeah, we're the Power Pack." Jack said. "I mean, that's our last name, so..."

"As for how we got our powers..." Julie paused. "It's a long story."

"I'm... Jessica?" Jessica Drew shrugged. "I suppose you can call me Spider-Girl. It's a long story how I got my powers too. But they came from spiders."

"I'm Teddy. Like Squirrel Girl, I'm not sure what I am. I think I might be an Inhuman. But anyway, I can like, change my shape and what I look like and stuff. A bit like Kid Marvel, without the stretching."

Everyone turned to Megan.

"What's occurin'?, I'm a mutant, I think, though I could also be a fairy-in any case, call me Pixie. I have wings, so I can fly. And don't think I wouldn't hesitate to give your squirrel a cwtch, Squirrel Girl."

Tony's jaw dropped. "Uh..."

"I have no idea what most of that meant." Hank admitted.

"She wants to hug Monkey Joe." Principal Xavier said. "Alright. Now that you all know who you are, I would like to start this lesson. Today, you will learn how to defend yourself from belligerent Purifiers."

Steve went home that afternoon with Bucky at his side. He opened the door to his apartment to find his mother already cooking.

"Hey, Mom." Steve greeted.

"Hi, Mrs. Rogers." Bucky greeted.

"Hello, Steve. And hello, James." Sarah smiled. "Falafel wraps for dinner."

"Actually, Mom, Thor and Loki invited us for a sleepover." Steve said.

"Oh, that's nice." Sarah said. "Are you going?"

"No." Steve dumped his backpack on the floor and sat on the couch.

Bucky sat with him and picked up the TV remote.

"Why not?"

"Besides the fact that I know you're going to be worried about me and constantly calling Mr Odinson-"

"Borson."

"We call him Odinson." Bucky interjected.

"-to see if I've taken my fifty meds-"

"You take eight meds."

"And the rest, Mom!" Steve sighed. "Tony's gonna be there."

"Well, Steve, you used to be best friends-"

Bucky loudly cleared his throat.

"-so you're going to have to talk to each other again at some time or other."

"I'd rather be shot dead than have to talk to Tony again."

"Steve!" Sarah's eyes shot open as she turned to look at her son. "Don't say that! That's a horrible thing to say!"

Steve gave a nonchalant shrug.

Sarah dropped her spoon angrily in her saucepan. "You are going to that sleepover, Steve." She said. "If I have to drop you off at the Borsons myself."

"Haha!" Bucky pointed at Steve.

"And I'm calling your mother, Bucky." Sarah said. "I'm sure Winnie would agree with me on this one."

"What?!" Bucky pulled a face. "No, Mrs Rogers, that is not fair!"

"You can't just send us to Thor's slumber party!" Steve plead. "Apparently they have an alien... Horse faced thing living with them."

"That's not true, Steve." Sarah said.

"What about this Viking end of the world I keep hearing about?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I heard Mr Woo, Mr Eisenhardt and Mrs Joyce-Frank all talking about it at lunch." Bucky said.

"Yeah! The Odinsons are Norwegian so they're probably behind it." Steve said.

"Steve, Bucky, the Viking apocalypse isn't happening." Sarah sighed. "And even if it was, a small Norse family living in New York City isn't going to start it."

"Ever find it weird that they have ol-dee English accents?" Bucky asked.

"They are not going to start the Apocalypse." Sarah repeated, this time more firmly. "And they aren't harboring an alien. You are going to that slumber party whether you want to, or not."

Tony walked around his mansion alone. He was bored to death of nearly everything since Jarvis, the family butler, was assigned to keep an eye on him as his parents were at an overnight Stark Industries conference. If Tony so much as farted, his father would hear about it.

Tony knew it was his parents being overprotective of him since he nearly died the previous year-and he still had the shrapnel in his heart to prove it-but what could Jarvis do if someone broke in and kidnapped him?

He looked again at Thor's sleepover invite, which looked more and more appealing to Tony by the second, even though Steve might be there. But nobody would dare mess with Odin Odinson. He was the type of man who nobody dared to question. Nobody dared to cross.

"Jarvis?" Tony asked as he walked into one of the rooms.

"Yes, Tony?" Jarvis replied. He was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper in spite of the fact that there was a huge flatscreen TV mounted to the wall in front of him.

"I've been invited to a sleepover tonight-"

"No." Jarvis said flatly.

"You're not my father." Tony said argumentatively.

"I am not, but as for tonight, I am your guardian." Jarvis turned the page on his newspaper. "And I have been assigned to watch you. I'm sorry, Tony, the answer is still no."

"This is because of my heart condition, isn't it?" Tony folded his arms across his chest.

"Well, your father is concerned that the arc reactor in your chest could give out at a moment's notice." Jarvis lowered his paper slightly and raised an eyebrow. "After all, it is based on untried and untested technology."

Tony scoffed. "It's better than a car battery. And he's just mad that I improved the tech and made it usable."

"Tony." Jarvis said in a warning tone.

"Come on, Jarvis. Please." Tony grunted. "This isn't fair! You're holding me hostage here-you're no better than the Mandarin!"

Jarvis inhaled sharply and slammed his newspaper down as Tony uttered the name 'Mandarin'.

"Don't you dare," Jarvis began, "ever mention the name 'Mandarin' again in my presence. But yes, it's because of him. Tony, he blew you up and left your for dead."

"I'm fine."

"You were in a coma for days hooked up to a car battery-"

"That car battery and Yinsen saved my life. I sucks that Ma-"

"Don't say his name." Jarvis warned.

"He killed Yinsen too." Tony said. "I know you're worried about him-"

"Because he's still out there."

"But he's not going to go after Odin Odinson." Tony pointed out.

"Odin Borson." Jarvis corrected. "And no I... Suppose he isn't."

"So I can go?" Tony asked hopefully.

"You can go. But I am staying." Jarvis said.

Tony sighed. "It's not going to get better, is it?"

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it." Tony said defeatedly.

Edith was setting the table for dinner and noticed a wad of papers sticking from Clint's backpack. She picked the top one up and looked at it. In big, bold letters it read:

YOU ARE INVITED TO THOR AND LOKI'S SLEEPOVER PARTY

Edith went over to Clint, who was playing Lego Batman on the Xbox with Barney and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Clint looked at her, lowering his controller.

You were invited to a sleepover. Edith signed.

Clint lay his controller in his lap. Thor and Loki. They have an alien. He signed back.

Are you going? Edith signed.

Can I? Clint looked at his mother. He knew she'd most likely say yes but he still felt he had to ask.

Of course. As long as you want to, Clint, it's fine. Edith signed with a smile.

Edith had wanted Clint to grow up normally, like his brother Barney, but her plans changed when his father and her ex-husband Harold turned on Clint and Barney instead. He hit Clint so hard over the head that he got knocked out and when he came to in hospital, he couldn't hear. Doctors said it'd probably be temporary, but it wasn't. That was when Edith left Harold and went to a women's refuge, stayed there for a few months and moved from Waverly, Iowa to New York City, New York. She never let Clint's hearing issues put him off doing anything and she never treated it as a disability, encouraging him to be the master archer he wanted to be. She knew Clint's friends also knew ASL and Clint could lip-read to an extent, so she was comfortable with him being with them for a night.

"What's going on?" Barney asked.

"Clint's going to a sleepover."

"Yeah, I'm going to a sleepover." Clint repeated.

At the Odinson's, everyone was gathered outside when Phil arrived with his foster mother.

"You're coming?" Rhodey asked. "After Loki stabbed you?"

"It was an accident." Phil shrugged casually. "Besides, I'm better now. Kind of. I mean, I have physical therapy and all. But there's no gaping hole in my chest."

"If your heart got screwed up like mine, I'd have made you an arc reactor." Tony offered. And a suit of armor, he added mentally.

"I'm here too." Steve said.

"His mother insisted he come." Bucky rolled his eyes.

"And she insisted you come too, Bucky." Steve added.

"My mother did." Bucky nodded.

"My parents just let me come." Rhodey said.

Same with my mom. Clint signed.

"He said it was the same with his mom." Phil translated.

"We know. We can all sign a bit." Tony said.

"So, Tony, before you get too cocky, who's that old guy standing by you?" Phil asked.

"He's not old. He's only like... Fifty." Tony shrugged. "He's Jarvis."

"The butler?" Bucky asked.

He no come I alone. Tony signed in choppy sign language.

He wouldn't let you come alone? Clint asked.

Tony nodded. Scared I think.

"Tony, what are you doing? Are you communicating in a secret language so I don't understand what you're saying?" Jarvis asked.

"Jarvis, this is my friend Clint." Tony said boredly. "He's Deaf."

"Oh." Jarvis said sheepishly. "Sorry."

Odin opened the door and raised his eyebrow.

"Hello, Tony. Steve. James. Bucky. Phil." He greeted. And hello, C-L-I-N-T. He finger spelled in ASL. "You may come in."

The boys rushed inside and Jarvis tried to follow Tony in, but was stopped by Odin.

"Tony will be fine with me, Jarvis."

"I appreciate that, Mr Borson, but-"

Odin closed the door slightly behind him and took a step out. "I shall have you know that I am the actual Asgardian God Odin. Tony will be fine with me." He said again, more insistently.

Upstairs, Bucky was in Odin's study looking through his things.

"Bucky, do you think it's wise to be looking through my father's stuff?" Loki asked,

"I dunno." Bucky opened the filing cabinet. "But it's fun to look." He began leafing through the documents. "Hey I didn't know you had like six older brothers."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, they are Balder-"

"Or that you were adopted." Bucky said.

"What?" Loki chuckled awkwardly. "I am not adopted. I am Thor's twin brother, I-"

"Mmmmm says here you are." Bucky pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Loki. An adoption certificate.

With shaking hands, Loki took it and looked it over. "This... This cannot be."

"Oh... Sorry." Bucky tried to take the adoption certificate back, but Loki moved it from his grip.

"I am adopted." Loki said, not quite absorbing the information.

"Does it say your real parents?" Bucky asked curiously.

"Laufey. That's all." Loki blinked.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Yes. You've already said that." Loki remarked.

"Well sorry, I don't know what else to say." Bucky said.

"There is nothing you can say." Loki said. "You opened a can of worms, Bucky. No, you opened Pandora's Box."

"I thought you were Norse-"

"I don't know what I am!" Loki wailed.

Bill poked his head in the door.

The sight of the alien, with his long snout, no nose and no lips made Bucky shriek in horror. "What is that?!"

"That is Bill." Loki said, still looking at the adoption certificate. "He is harmless."

Bucky took some tentative steps towards the door. "Look, are you gonna be-"

"Get out." Loki snapped. "Get Out!"

Bucky did as he was told and rushed downstairs to join the now soured sleepover and Loki and Thor's plans to oust Bill were scuppered.

A/N: So Loki was secretly adopted! What will happen next? When is Ragnarok coming?

I can tell you that next time, there will be more Hank Pym! More Scott Lang! More Doreen Green! More Tony Stark! More Clint Barton and more Kate Bishop! And some Thor and Loki and Odin.