Foundations
Thor woke up in his room in Stark tower very suddenly when he heard a loud ringing sound coming from the lab where Tony and Bruce worked. What in HEL is that infernal ringing noise?! He looked at his bedside clock.
6:14 am
Thor swiftly rose from his bed, still in his sleepwear, and stormed down to the lab. He strode down the stairs and into the lab, where the ringing noise has suddenly stopped. He slamed the door open and saw Tony with a speaker and an electric guitar strapped around his shoulder. "Oh hey! I didn't know you were up yet." Tony said with a friendly smile.
"I heard a loud ringing coming from this room and I demand to know what it was!" Thor shouted at Tony, who was putting the guitar on his desk.
"Sorry about that, the mic got too close to the amp and created that ringing sound," Tony said, raising his hands as a show of peace hoping the thunder god wouldn't pummel him. He pointed to a microphone that was laying on his desk. Just as he said that the rest of the avengers crowded into the room to ask what was going on. All of them had woken after they heard the ringing and Thor's shouting. After Tony explained the situation, the group started to complain.
"I thought we were being attacked!"
"The Other guy almost came out!"
"Why did you have to wake us up?!" Clint groaned, who barely got enough sleep as it was.
This continued on for some time until their voices became hoarse and they decided to have breakfast. They quietly sat at the kitchen island, all glaring at Tony who resolved to ignore them. They all finished eating fairly quickly, except for Thor who had three omelets and a whole box of Cheerios before he was satisfied.
Nat eventually broke the silence and asked, "So why were you fooling around with an amp this morning anyway?"
"I played the guitar in high school and picked it back up after I got back from Afghanistan."
"Really?" Thor asked. "That is very interesting. I learned the guitar as well after I got banished here. Jane taught me to play and I found them quite interesting because they are very much like the instruments we had on Asgard."
Nat then said, "I know the violin."
No one decided to ask why. They all had a pretty good idea.
"Also Clint knows the drums."
"NAT!"
Tony smirked. "Since when, Birdbrain?"
Clint practically growled.
"I know the piano... for obvious reasons..." Bruce said, chuckling a little bit.
Everyone looked at Steve.
He sighed and said he knew how to play acoustic.
"Man with everyone playing instruments, we should start a goddamn band!" Clint said jokingly.
Tony broke out a huge grin. "Exactly! How 'bout it?"
The group gaped at him.
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun!"
"Not a half-bad idea."
Everyone looked to Bruce, then to Tony, then back to Bruce.
"What? A lot of people do this kind of stuff as team-building exercises. Lord knows we need that!"
Murmurs of agreement.
"Ah, what the hell! Let's do it"
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Somewhere else in Stark tower...
It had been four months since Loki came to the tower. Well... came was a rather generous word, more like forced. The once-prince rested on his cell's cot, reading one of the few sources of entertainment he had been allowed. It told of a young boy going to a school for magic in England, where he finally wasn't the adopted outcast. Relatable, sort of.
He just finished re-reading the first trial for the thousandth time when he suddenly heard a loud ringing from one of the levels above him and sprang up from his bed into a fighting stance. When he realized no one was there, he sighed and carefully closed the book he had dropped in his alarm at the noise. Every waking moment he spent in the cell he became more and more paranoid and anxious. It was starting to take its toll on him. Dark circles shone how he hadn't been able to sleep for days at a time.
The slot near the desk opened to reveal his breakfast. He sighed and ignored the food as he opened the door to the small washroom concealed in the corner of his cell. Still breathing heavily from the recent events he began a shower to try and soothe his nerves. He started to sing a song he had grown quite attached to during his time on earth as he let the water wash away the memories that caused him so much pain.
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"J.A.R.V.I.S, please set up the music room with the proper instruments," Tony said to his AI.
Steve asked," Why do you have a music room? I haven't really seen you play until today."
"In case I ever wanted to record a song for Pep."
Clint mockingly went," Aaawww!" Nat elbowed him in his ribs, and Clint stifled a groan of pain.
"I think it's sweet, Tony," Nat commented.
"Sir, the room is prepared for use," the AI said.
That quick? Steve thought. He still wasn't used to this whole "technology" thing.
"Alright guys, let's get our asses down there!" Tony said with a smile on his face.
"Language."
"Shut up spangles."
"Sir, unfortunately, due to the elevator is being repaired, you will have to take the stairs." JARVIS sounded from above.
A collective groan resounded from the group.
As they made their way down the long, long flight of stairs, Steve stopped suddenly. There was a sound, almost like humming. He could barely hear it, but it was still there.
"Do you guys hear that?" The group became quiet and heard a faint sound coming from one of the surrounding levels. They walked to the door leading to the level where the sound was coming from and opened it quietly. It was the cell block.
Immediately the sound got loud enough for them to tell what it was.
"Is that singing?" Clint whispered.
There was only one person on that level.
Tony slowly walked down the hall and stopped in front of Loki's cell. He beckoned his friends over and whispered," I think it's Loki!"
He received many looks that said, "No shit, Sherlock!"