Don't worry guys, this story is completely finished. Just need to publish. Should come up about two times a week.

Some things you need to know: This is my first multichapter story, so please forgive things.

The format on this story is set up for Archive, which is why things might be a little weird.

Each chapter is in a different Avenger's point of view. They're labeled with the name of the person for clarity.

Hope you enjoy!

"Bruce, please? Science bros?"

"No, Tony."

"Science broooooo"

The voices coming from Tony's third and favorite lab weren't exactly quiet, and Clint grinned playfully at Natasha before hoisting himself into the vents to investigate. She took the door, because she was a (semi) normal person. Okay, well, sort of normal. Whatever.

The door hissed open, letting into the clean hallway the scent of oil, electricity, and the snacks Tony kept trying to feed Bruce.

"I agree with Banner." She told the two, walking in with no further introduction. She had no idea what they were currently talking about, but it was almost always a good bet that Bruce was right and Stark was wrong.

Bruce beamed at her shyly while Tony scowled, and Clint hopped effortlessly out of the air system, showing off with a completely unnecessary flip.

"Me too."

He said.

Tony ignored the sudden drop in, as did Bruce. They'd stopped being startled by sudden entrances about a month into all the Avengers moving in, about the time Steve skidded into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers and shield and being chased by Natasha and Clint.

"You don't even know what we're arguing about!"

Tony protested, a futile effort.

Natasha raised one single eyebrow. She'd been practicing that eyebrow; it seemed to be losing effectiveness on the Avengers for reasons unknown. Tony raised an eyebrow back, trying not to look cowed, but skirting the edge of the metal table to get further away.

"So what are you arguing about?"
Clint asked, probably playing dumb. He inspected a weird piece of metal, which Bruce gently took out of his hands and replaced with a rubber ball. He bounced it a few times off the wall.

"Dr. Foster sent us some new Asgardian tech they picked up on some study or another. We don't know what it does yet, but it has a big button on it, which means we need to press it. Obviously. But Brucie insists 'that's dangerous, Tony, that could kill us all, Tony, gee whiz'. Like we don't work with stuff like that every day."

Tony said, being Tony and callous as ever.

Bruce glared, herding Clint off the chair he was perched atop of.

"I don't talk like that. And you know we aren't allowed to test Asgardian tech when Thor, Selvig, or Foster aren't around."

He explained patiently, without any real hope that he'd be listened to. Thor was out of town (out of universe), and surprisingly, the large Norse man was about 90% of their impulse control.

"Can I see the button?"
Clint asked, off the chair now and examining a screen, and Bruce facepalmed. Natasha sympathetically patted him on the shoulder.

This time it was Tony that beamed, leading them proudly to a table, where a box was sitting. He showed it off like a gameshow, his arc reactor shining cheerily through his shirt as he thrust out his chest.

It was actually quite pretty, as was the style of the Asgards. Gold, ornately and intricately carved leaves snaked up the sides, wrapping themselves around a dark, magical-looking jewel in the center. It was clear that was the button Tony was so excited about, and Natasha did have to admit it was tempting her to press it down.

She glared at Tony, because it was probably his fault, and something was probably going to go wrong, and that would probably be his fault, too.