Is it even possible to be alone for two seconds?

From the corner of his eye, Clint saw someone enter the shower area and before he could have a proper look he felt something wrap his hands and feet together. He looked down and saw some kind of white substance (NOT IN THAT WAY) bind his hands. Was that web? "What the hell?" he thought while frowning. He looked back at the stranger who had thrown his "webs" at him and Loki so they would stop fighting he guessed, but then he didn't think it was necessary because he had hit Loki pretty hard hoping the message of to stop bothering him would pass. He didn't recognize him and he looked slightly younger than he was. The teenager apologized for his action, but Clint understood him and he was actually glad the fight was over. His broken rib hurt a lot.

Suddenly he saw Deadpool appear next to the stranger and heard him say something to him. He noticed he was holding something. What could it be? His question was quickly answered when the mercenary threw something on the ground that looked about the size of an apple. "It looks like..." Deadpool yelled grenade and Tony immediately took off, running out of the showers. Clint guessed the billionaire really was afraid of common showers. He couldn't help the panic rise in him. Then again, why the hell would Wade jeopardize the life of his friends? He didn't really care right now. He only wanted to get out of his bonds and take off like Tony.

Peter continued to look at the two seeing Clint wasn’t angry he was relieved but that couldn’t be said for the other man whose nose was currently gushing blood. Narrowing his eyes, the young hero sent another web toward the one who spoke to him rudely, making it land directly on his mouth and effectively shutting him up.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you how to be grateful?”

He didn’t even have the time to assess the situation and get the back story to all this mess that a costumed stranger materialized at his side in what seemed to be out of thin air. Before he knew it the man was talking to him and the words seemed to tumble out of his mouth with ease and excitement and that was why he was cut off guard. He didn’t comprehend the meaning behind his words until the man was turning tail and something small but distinctly oval flew in the air. There was a slow processing time but by the time he got it a man had already ran out and panic was ensued. Another man turned tail and ran leaving them with the crises to deal with. “Great.”

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion his eyes followed the fall of the object and yet his mind was already sending signals to his body and operating on its own. He first shot out two webs to latch them on the cocooned individuals and roughly tugged them toward himself, catching their bodies before they fell from the speed. He did quick work of tearing of the webs from their bodies

“Get out of here RUN!”

Once he was done with that he turned back and shot out several balls of web toward the grenade in order for it to be cushioned with several layers and perhaps cause a lesser impact.

“DUCK!!!”

He closed his eyes tightly crouched to the ground and blocked his ears. He did find it off that his spider sense wasn’t blaring or warning him of this imminent danger but that thought was soon overrode with panic, anxiety and regret. “I’m sorry Aunt May”

For a long moment, Thor had been washing his hair, thinking about how his brother was acting towards him since a long while and how he could try to fix everything in their relationship. He loved his relative more than anything and didn't want him any harm. On the other hand, there was their father. If he stepped sides with Loki, the blond man knew Odin would be mad at him, disappointed even. All these choices.. All the probl-....
What was that!? Insults finally got him out of him thoughts and the man glanced at his brother and his friend jumping on each other. Punches and hits were thrown.

"Woah!" the blond God had shouted about to grab his brother and get him out of the fight, but had been stopped and distracted by a white substance passing a few inches from his face, getting his brother. Turning around, he realized the younger man that had stepped in and stopped the fight in a mere second. How did he do this? What was this white stuff..?

About to comment on what was happening, the man got cut once more by a "grenade?" hitting the ground and a shout from a boy in a red suit. Why this was... interesting? Thor looked around and saw all the petrified looks on everybody's face and the Stark man leave the room. What was this Midgardian abomination? Would it jump on everyone and eat them alive? But it looked made of metal...

Slowly, Thor walked to the little Midgardian horror, taking it in his hand and observing it. What could this strange thing be? Anyway, whatever this object was, it didn't seem good. It looked really bad actually judging from the faces everyone made and the man of strange white substance ducking.

Walking foward, the God opened the door to the lockers room and threw the thing at the far end of it, closing the door behind him and turning around, smiling at the people present in the room.

"May someone explain what is going on in here..?" he asked in a confused tone, trying to keep his smile as most as possible.

Unable to breath since the new kid in the room had blocked his mouth with some strange substance, Loki could only glare at everyone and try to scream. His nose was still bleeding and the blood was preventing him from breathing. At first Loki was only bothered by the fact that he couldn’t talk, but soon he noticed that nobody seemed to realise that he could not breathe. Of maybe they were all allies and they did not mind if he died at their feet. Enraged, Loki was jerking and convulsing on the floor trying to destroy the substance covering himself in order to be able to remove the part on his face.

At one point, Loki realised that everyone had stopped talking and were looking at a small object thrown in the middle of the room. What was a grenade!? And why did this object attract more attention than him twisting on the floor and growling like a maniac.

Soon after the small object was thrown, everything happened too quickly for Loki to understand what was going on. He handed up in front of the kid who decided to free him after all. Before he could yell at him for nearly kill him, he heard him scream and saw most of them run out of the showers not even bothering to cover up. Panicking, Loki turned to look at his brother who was approaching the object that seemed to have scared everyone off. Too shocked to shoot, Loki took several steps back until he had his back to the wall. Still not getting what was going on, Loki listened to the weirdo and ducked after grabbing two towels (one to hide himself and the other to stop the blood).

As Clint deliberately tried to free himself from his bonds he suddenly found himself pulled to the exit of the showers. He tried to not fall and was caught by someone. He soon understood that the "spider-man" had latched a web onto him and unfortunately Loki and had dragged them both next to him. He yanked their bonds off and screamed to run. The archer didn't wait for him to repeat.

He stood up but stopped. He couldn't just leave without helping the others to escape. He turned around and frowned when he saw Thor grab the web covered grenade. The big man then threw it in the locker rooms before asking what was going on. The answer wouldn't take long to come.

Clint ducked next to the bench full of towels and grabbed one to cover himself from any harmful debris. He had enough time to grab another one and throw it at the stranger who had saved him and then braced himself for the impact...which never came. He lifted his head out of under his towel and looked around. Everyone was still, waiting for the explosion. A frown appeared on his face. "Is this a joke?" he thought as he suddenly realized...this might have been a prank.

The people here... Did they all lack common sense or maturity? Reed could not believe how irrationnal some people could be. Fighting in the showers? Tying people up to stop them? Throwing a grenade in the showers? Reed had been somewhat dazed throughout all the action happening, not used to have to deal with so much action while in his shower.

He had started to feel a little panicked once the grenade had been thrown, trying to go help Loki get away, but the youngest in the room had decided to free him from his bonds. He saw Loki get himself towels, frowning once he saw he was bleeding rather profusely. He was rather intrigued that the grenade hadn't exploded yet, after all, more than a few seconds had passed. Choosing to ignore the grenade, he went to help his potential friend, sighing a little.

"You do realize attacking someone in the showers was not the best thing to do in this situation right?" sighed Reed as he grabed a towel and started to dry his body, barely worried about the grenade, which was now in the locker room. "You want to let me take care of you nose before you choke on blood? It would be a rather big annoyance, no?"

As he rubbed his own hair dry with the towel, Reed smiled to try and get the wounded frost giant to trust his good intentions.

Loki looked at the ground with discontent and stayed sitting on the floor for a moment hidden under the towel he had stolen from another student. Seeing that Reed now had a towel to himself, Loki must have stolen Thor’s. Good for him.

“I have done worse. This was only a warning for Mister Peasant here.” Declared Loki before looking up at Reed who just offered to help him. Unfortunately for him, the moment he looked up was the moment Reed decided to dry his hair with a towel, leaving his genitals exposed a few feet from Loki’s face.

Loki quickly looked away, but he was absolutely certain it was too late to hide his flushing cheeks betraying him. Now that was awkward. He truly hoped nobody had seen him react so childishly to this situation. Hiding his face with the towel he used for his nose, Loki got up and wrapped the other towel he had around his middle.

“I thank you for this offer, yet, my body will heal soon. I am a god, do not forget it.” Replied Loki trying to look laid back when in reality he wanted nothing more than to run away from this cursed room.

He was waiting in the lockers, expecting a lot of them running away screaming and crying and stuff, but nothing happened for a while. Well, except for Tony the funny Stark who was the first one to run away, even the Bambi looking kid who saw him throw the grenade didn't get out yet. He could hear the screams for the inside, but no running, no nothing. He makes a disappointed face, maybe his awesome plan had failed [Yeah, next time you should throw a real grenade]
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He heard the door open, but instead of seeing people running he only saw the little grenade that was thrown in the room where he was. Well, they weren't THAT stupid. Maybe they guess it was a false. Except for Stark. Well, look like the plan failed. He gets his grenade back and look around. If Stark have run away, does his clothes still here? [Maybe it's not a so failed plan after all] He smiled and laughed. Those guys were still in the showers after all. He opens all the lockers and take all the clothes of everyone he could before he gets out and run away with everything. [This day is going to be fuuun!]

He had been a sitting duck, for a good minute or so crouched in his little ball with his eyes tightly shut, the only thing he had felt was the sudden movement in front of him who he guessed was caused by the man he had previously tied up. This caused many questions to arise, why didn’t the man leave? Why did he protect him? Why hadn’t the damn grenade exploded them to bits by now? Why wasn’t his spider-sense working? Why was no one leaving the room? He slowly peeled his eyes open and he was encountered by an alarming sight. One of the men that were standing idly by before-hand was now holding the life-threatening weapon in his HAND in wonderment, as if it were nothing more than a child’s toy. Peter was about to run and snatch it from his hands but instead was completely taken back when the man simply threw it into the locker rooms. He expected a loud irritating sound to follow up but nothing but the sound of the other men talking greeted his ears.

“What the hell is going on? The grenade should have killed us all long before and here we all are fretting over nothing? So this was all just a joke? Would make sense why my spider-sense didn’t warn me. Great now I feel like an idiot again.”

He got up and sighed, shaking his head from side to side. He then walked toward the man who had protected him and offered his hand to help the other stand up.

“False alert, huh? Uh thanks for helping me.”

Clint looked at the hand the young boy was offering him. He still didn't understand what was happening, but the theory of the prank was very probable since after all it was Deadpool who threw the grenade, the same man that had given him the fright of his life the previous day when he had thought he had drowned in the pool but was actually alive and well, in other words he had faked his death to scare someone. The archer grabbed the hand offered to him, slowly rising to his feet. He tried to hide the pain his face showed but it was useless. The adrenaline slowly fading away, his side was burning with pain from his broken rib. Loki would have to pay for that. But after he healed. He wrapped his towel around his waist before answering the stranger.

"Looks like it yeah. And I'm the one who should be thanking you for stopping the fight and saving our lives from a false grenade I'm guessing." He paused before bringing his hand up to properly introduce himself. "I'm Clint. I feel kind of stupid now, after all of this."

The circus boy looked around and saw Loki being attended by elastic man. He glared at the lanky boy and smirked when he saw his nose was still bleeding, but less than before. Loki claimed he didn't need any help and that he would heal soon with his godly powers. Clint couldn't hide his jealousy for his healing power. He wished he had some. With a bit of chance, if he felt better later on he wouldn't have to go to the infirmary...he hated the infirmary. He saw Thor was still standing next to the locker room confusion still shown brightly on his face. No one had answered the poor man yet.

"It's ok Thor, I think this was a prank pulled on us," he gave the big man a reassuring smile. Deep down he hoped Thor would forgive him for what he did to his brother. He had been carried away during the fight and hadn't thought twice before acting. But Loki had it coming he thought again.

Thor was confused at the sight he had. No one was answering him, people were slowly getting over their terrified mood and had started to talk again, thanking each other and helping each other. But by Odin's beard, what the hell was going on?!

It took a while for the God to realize his relative had been bleeding. Therefore, when he did, the boy ran to him, a bit panicked. Well. He ran a couple of steps since he wasn't really far from him.

"Brother! What happened!? Why are you bleeding?!" the man gasped looking at the damage on the boy's face. Oh no! He was all red! Maybe it was an intern bleeding as well as the one coming out of his nose?! Oh poor poor brother! He was about to say something else and try to fix whatever he could on his relative as Clint talked. This whole thing had been a joke..?
Glancing towards his friend that had spoke to him, Thor realized his friend was bleeding as well! Oh. true. It had all happened during the time he had been washing his hair and had spaced out for a minute. Or two. Or maybe for a bit more. The two boys had faught. But.. but.. It was his new friend. And his beloved brother! Thor didn't know if he had to be mad at one of them. And with who? Geez. Better let them alone for this one. He really didn't want to step in this fight. He was already losing his brother and didn't feel like having the same problem with his Midardian friend if he took his brother's side. Therefore, the blond man simply turned around, his gaze attracted by something he was hearing in the locker's room. Glancing in the tiny window the door had, Thor chuckled. What was this man doing? And running away?

"Our effective are being taken care of while we shower..?" he said out loud, confused.
"Why this is a great service they are offering us!" he then simply added, happy his armor would probably be washed while he was finishing his shower and not knowing the man had no intention of bringing them back.

Reed felt somewhat awkward at the moment, having not thought about the fact that Loki would turn to face him. He quickly tied the towel around his hips, crossing his arms on his chest, feeling his ears turn a light shade of pink. He tried acting as if he had not realized the speed at which Loki looked away, but it turned out much harder than anticipated.

“Are you certain it is a wise idea to let your body heal on its own, without making sure nothing is displaced? I have heard about some people who let a broken nose heal without having it replaced correctly, and needing to have it broken once more only to be able to breathe correctly. You see, the bones mended in a wrong position, leaving the nose in a somewhat strange looking shape, even partially blocking the airways.”

As he was speaking, Reed heard the blonde student gasp, and talk to Loki ‘Oh, so not only are they from the same place, they are brother?’ Reed started wondering what kinds of genetics worked on the alien planet, seeing as Loki and his brother looked nothing alike. ‘Oh, maybe they do not have simply two chromosomes, like we do, but three. That way, maybe some recessive genes would have more chance of being apparent, for example if two of the three chromosomes have the same recessive gene, it would become dominant over the normally dominant one. This is so very interesting!’ Reed's eyes had nearly started sparkling as he thought of all the possibilities rising from a race having three chromosomes in their genetic makeup.

Loki could only glare at Thor in response. Indeed, he was obviously bleeding. As to why he should know already. Did Thor really need an answer? He could not be that oblivious, could he? Well…yes. He had always been naïve… Loki did not feel like talking to him anymore so he dismissed him by pointing the door, hoping he would get what he meant.

Then Reed insisted on the fact that he needed help. At least, he had the decency to cover a little. He must have guessed by the look on Loki’s face that his genitals were way too close to his face for his liking. Even if Loki had already been in several fights and battles in Asgard, he could not help but be intimidated by Reed’s theory. What if he was right and Loki was disfigured for life? If that was the case, then the peasant life would become more than miserable.

“I assure you, I need no help for I can use my magic to heal it.” insisted Loki before getting up tightening his towel close to his body while walking alongside the wall. Wanting to escape as soon as possible, Loki rushed to the locker room to find his armor and began to panic when he realized he could not find it anywhere. Turning around to face Reed, Loki glared at him like he was the one responsible for this. “Who stole my armor!?”

He smiled at the other young man and shook his head slowly to indicate it wasn’t a big deal. He listened to the other man while he introduced himself and confessed his feelings of silliness “Hey you’re not alone buddy, right about now I actually WANT to crawl back into a ball and pretend nothing happened because let’s face it I made a big fool of myself.” He sighed but nevertheless waited for the other man to get his bearings and then greeted his acquaintance with delight.

“I think right now, most of us feel pretty silly, I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker, nice to meet you Clint!”

Peter than realized something flagrant, of all the men currently congregated in the shower he was the only standing, naked in all his glory. He murmured cruses and proceeded to swiftly wrap his towel around his mid-section effectively hiding his more…private areas. He then took a long look around the room seeing that the man who had previously been fighting was still bleeding profusely but was also being aided by Reed and the other blond-haired man stood aside perplexed which wasn’t so add after all that had happened. He watched as the gaunt bleeding man stormed off but he didn’t necessarily feel the need to follow him that is until he proclaimed that his clothes went missing. His blood ran cold.

“Oh no...it couldn’t be…DAMMIT!” Today definitely wasn't his day.

The archer heard Thor talking in his ever happy tone that their clothes in the locker room were being taken care of. What was he talking about? He had never heard of people attending to their things in their lockers...except for thieves. His attention was suddenly drawn to Loki who claimed more forcefully to the elastic man that he still didn't need any help. Clint scoffed, sure that the god wanted some but didn't want to show it so he wouldn't look weak. He watched the lanky boy head to the locker room before exclaiming in outrage that his armor had disappeared. The archer wanted to laugh...but then maybe his clothes too had been stolen. He remembered Thor saying their things were being taken care of. He rushed passed Loki and into the lockers, opened his and found it empty too.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed in frustration. This shower was really not like he had wanted it to be. No peace and relaxation had been found. Instead he only got injuries after fighting and it would probably get him in trouble with the principal. He hoped Fury would never hear of what had happened. And then a grenade had been thrown in the middle of the dispute...well a false one that still got everyone scared to death. "And now this!" Their clothes were gone and they were all stuck with towels around their waists.

Clint walked to the entrance of the common showers and peaked outside the door making sure no one was looking. The corridor was empty. No sign of the thief. He closed the door facing back his classmates. "I really hope this can't get any worse than now," he thought with exasperation. He approached the group.

"Does anyone know who could've stolen our stuff?" he asked before adding to himself: "I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek."

Raising one of his eyebrows at Loki's insinuation, the elastic man could only sigh as he realized his clothes, along with his pajama pants were gone. Whoever had decided to steal their clothes had most probably grabbed everything that was in the lockers, not discriminating as pajama pants were not on the same level of value as an armor. Reed was annoyed however at the fact that he could not, for the life of him, remember if he had worn his Fantastic Four uniform under his usual clothes or not. This uniform had become like a second skin, not really noticeable whether he wore it or not. He would have to go to his room and look through his things to see if he still had his uniform, or if he had to activate the locator function on Johnny, Sue or Ben's uniform in order to track his own.

Turning towards Loki, Reed sighed a little, wondering about the value of the Frost Giant's armor. Did it have a big monetary value? Sentimental value? Did it hold some form of cooling technology to keep the black-haired boy from feeling too much heat in the summer? No matter, Reed could only keep on wondering who would be so annoying as to steal others' clothes, no matter their value.

“I will be going to my room, trying to see if my uniform has been stolen, or if I left it in my room. You should also probably go to your own room and get dressed. Also, I most certainly hope that your 'magic' is as powerful as you believe it to be. If you ever require assistance, I would be pleased to give you mine. After getting changed, I will most certainly go back to the labs, seeing as I had left an experiment earlier to come and wash up. I do hope that your confrontation from earlier will not happen again. Have a good day if I do not see you again.”

After babbling, as usual, Reed simply walked out of the shower room, walking calmly to his dormitory.

After verifying in every locker if his armour was still there, Loki gave up and sat on the bench in the middle of the room. Sighing, Loki tried not to imagine his father’s reaction if he ever found out about this. He knew Odin would not care about the fight, but he would certainly be mad at him for neglecting to watch over his stuff. Being robbed on the first week of school was lame especially for gods.

Upset, Loki listened absent-mindedly to Reed while mopping up the blood running from his nose. He did not feel like asking help to him since they barely just met, but he noticed that the man was making efforts to make him comfortable so Loki was grateful for it. Once Reed was out of the room, Loki came to think that leaving was probably the best idea for now even if he would have stayed longer to wash his hair correctly.

After verifying that he had stopped bleeding, Loki dropped Thor’s towel he had requisitioned that was now covered in his blood on the floor and walked to the door. On his way he glared at Clint and his Brother with all the disdain and hate he could muster before leaving for his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

Thor was standing in the showers, utterly confused at what was going on. Okai. His new friend Clint was bonding with a young Midgardian called.. Peter? Great! Bonds! But then again, Everyone looked mad at the fact their clothes were being taken care of. Why weren't they happy someone would wash them and give it back? Hm. Well.. Since the young God wasn't experimented in Earth's manors, confusion had taken over. Maybe the clothes weren't being taken care of? Stolen? But why would someone do such a thing? That Midgardian needed to get dressed? With everyone's clothes and armors? How could this make sense? Urg! So many unanswered questions! The blond man couldn't ask for answers as everyone seemed preoccupied and pissed by their missing pieces of clothing so he walked to the lockers room as well, only to check if his armor really was gone. Why this would be a shame. To lose his armor. Of course he could create it himself from scratches on him but it still was bothering him that a Midgardian would steal their things. This human would probably not be in Thor's favorites' list!

Remembering to bring Mjölnir to look after his clothes the next time he would come to take a shower, (instead of deciding to come all the way down to the showers naked. Yes, yes, Thor sometimes had judgement.) the man started to walk away, looking for the towel he had brang in the showers which was nowhere to be seen. There was a blood-filled one laying on the ground though. The one his brother dropped before leaving, which made the man realize. Did his relative leave the room without anything to wear..? Oooh silly Loki~ Well then, with only the towel disgustingly full of blood wrapped around his waist, the blond God stepped out of the lockers room, walking towards the exit while waving at his friend Clint, whom was still talking to the younger man in the showers.