The Comeback
After Peter’s class left SI, Peter and Wade strolled down the street towards the Mexican restaurant; this was a regular occurrence.
“Now, I’m not saying that what they did wasn’t fair,” Deadpool began, “But I still think we should pay them back.”
This had been a sudden outburst, so Peter looked at his boyfriend with his eyebrows knotted.
“What?” Peter asked.
“The Avengers! We need to pay them back for ruining your field trip!”
Peter stopped. And he thought. He turned to Wade.
“Prank War!” they said at the same time.
They continued to walk to the Mexican restaurant, but Wade suddenly held out a hand to stop Peter from walking.
“Ya know,” he began. “If we’re are going to do this, we’re going to have to do this properly.”
“True,” Peter agreed.
“So,” Wade continued, “really, we should get some help.”
Peter smiled and lifted his finger to his chin in mock contemplation, “Hmmm, who do we know who is sneaky-”
“-mischievous-”
“- has no remorse-”
“- and is always looking for a way to tease others?”
Wade and Peter smirked. Simultaneously, they changed directions and ran back to Avengers Tower.
***
Tony sat in his lab, turning in circles in his swivel chair, his head knocked back, giving a decidedly bored air to him.
“Jarv, what’s Spangles up to?”
“Mr Rogers is currently training with Ms Romanov, sir.”
“What about Katniss?”
“Mr Barton is sleeping in the vents.”
“The kid?”
“I cannot tell you, sir.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tony sat upright and paused his swivelling. “You can’t tell me because he is not here, or because he told you not to?”
“The latter, sir.”
“Jarv, bring up the surveillance footage of where Peter is.”
Jarvis brought up the footage. Tony snickered. Peter always forgot to block the footage.
Peter and Wade seemed to be huddled over a small device. It flashed and disappeared. Peter and Wade smirked at each other. Tony could have sworn that the thing was-
“Oh my god, it was a Godphone.”
And that could only mean one thing. Tony scrambled out of his chair.
“Hey, Jarv,” Tony addressed the ceiling. “Could you call Clint down for a sec?”
So, Peter and Wade thought they could be sneaky? Oh, it was so on.
***
Peter giggled.
“All is going according to plan,” Wade said, turning to Peter.
“Oh my gods, that sounds so shady,” a voice said behind them. “I like it.”
Peter, having heard the man before they spoke due to his enhanced hearing smirked when Wade jumped and tripped over the various bags they had gathered.
“LOKI!” Peter cried gleefully. He ran towards the god and enveloped him in a hug.
“Hello, Spiderling.”
Wade picked himself up off the floor.
“Oh, hello, Loki. Yes, I’m here, too,” Wade said amiably.
Loki smirked at Wade.
“Hello ‘Pool,” he replied. He turned to both of them. “Now, who are we going to Prank first?”
***
“Hey, Wade-”
“SHHHHHH!”
“Bu-”
“SHH! no talking while sneaking!”
Peter sighed and followed Wade as he commando-rolled past a doorway and hummed the theme to mission: impossible.
“Ya know, if you keep humming there’s no point in sneaking,” Peter contradicted.
“SHHH!”
Peter groaned and walked normally behind Wade as he continued to do that weird sneak crouch while humming rather loudly.
There was a buzz in Peter’s ear; he pressed his finger to the comm.
Loki’s voice came through. “I’m in position,” The god said.
“Us too,” Peter replied once they were standing outside the garage door.
“Ok,” Loki began. “Let’s begin.”
Peter and Wade entered the garage, lugging their bags behind them. They looked around.
And paused.
At all of the cars.
Wade whistled.
“God, why does Tony have so many cars?” Wade whined.
“Which car do we-?”
“ALL OF THEM!!!” Wade yelled, cutting Peter off and skipping towards the nearest car, a bright red lotus, and opened his bag.
***
Loki leaned against the doorway, where all of the Avengers were assembled. Loki snorted. Ha. ‘Avengers, assemble’. He was so punny! Loki shivered. Maybe not.
Rogers was leaning over the back of the couch, behind Stark he was flicking through channels on the TV. He was talking absent-mindedly to Clint, who was to his left. They all looked rather… suspicious. Stark sat up and began walking towards the door. NOPE! Loki wasn’t having any of that!
Loki walked towards the kitchen to where his brother was making some sort of smoothie.
He did that weird no-teeth smile he sometimes did when he saw Loki.
“Brother! You hath returned!”
The three near the couch turned to the two. Stark narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” he asked harshly. Ouch. The feels. They hurt.
Loki brushed him off.
“Oh, nothing, just thought I’d take a break from trying to ‘take over the world and all that.”
Barton reached for his bow. Loki snorted.
“Oh, relax!” he exclaimed. “You all have to live a little!” he turned back to Thor who was eyeing him, and chucked his head back and drinking the smoothie.
“Why are you really here?”
Loki smirked. “Well, I was passing by, and, I just, thought of you all.” He looked at his watch. Perfect.
Thor grinned good naturedly and pulled Loki into a one-armed hug.
“Urg,” Loki groaned. “Abort! Abort!”
Barton snorted, and Rogers stifled a laugh behind his hand. Stark simply sighed.
When Stark began moving towards the door again, Loki didn’t bother stopping him.
***
“Move over!”
“You move over!”
“Get your elbow-”
“Move your butt-”
“Move your knee!”
“Oh,” Wade snorted. “That’s not my knee.”
“WADE!” Peter cried.
“Joking! It is!”
Wade giggled when Peter smacked him across the head. They were huddled in a vent looking over the garage, both their heads together as they looked through the small gaps in the grate.
“Now, hush or they’ll hear us,” Peter warned.
They didn’t sit there for that long, Peter thought, although Wade had already declared he was bored three times, and had rearranged himself so he sat in a somewhat duck-like position.
“If you say you are bored one more time-” Peter began as Wade opened his mouth, but it was then that the glass door of the garage opened. Peter and Wade dove to look back through the grate, to see Cap and Tony entering the garage. They both froze. Peter watched as Steve’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him and let out a low whistle.
Tony was making weird choking noises.
“My- my- mY CARS!” he cried.
It had taken a few hours, but Peter and Wade had successfully covered all of Tony’s MANY cars in sticky notes. And cellophane. All twenty-seven of them. Seriously, who had that many cars?
Tony fell to his knees before his orange Saleen S7.
“Shh,” he whispered. “It will be alright. I’ll get this off you.” he looked to the ceiling.
“PETER AND WADE, I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!”
“OHHHHH, you in TROUBLE!” A voice behind Peter and Wade sing-songed. Peter and Wade jumped and they saw Clint huddled with them looking over the grate. Clint held out his hand to Peter.
“Let the games begin.”
Wade gulped.
Peter shook it, grinning.