Bruce took a second to clear his throat before singing it to the tune.

"Yayy! You got it!" Scott cheered from the other end.

Bruce smiled. "Thanks, man! I really do feel be-"

Bruce's gaze fell on the camera, and the doctor immediately rolled on his stomach to get up. 

"We-we were just..."

Scott cut him in the middle. "Vibing! We were vibing! I know you aren't as gloomy as me. But I could see you were also feeling blue. I knew this would help both of us out."

Bruce looked at the camera with a concerned smile.

Bruce: *balances his glasses on his nose* Yeah, so...um...Cassie is visiting her grandparents. Peter has his final assessments and Y/N has gone on a field trip. All of them are going to be away for *calculates mentally* seven days at least. Well, not Peter. He’s just going through the exam fever and we are trying our best not to bother him. *sighs* Some of...us have not been taking it really well over here.

.*camera cuts to Scott u sliding down the couch at the speed of a snail while Steve and Pietro look at him with questioning eyes* Steve whispers to the camera, "What's happening?" "He's understimulated right now," Peter's voice can be heard from the other end of the lounge. Steve's expressions have begun to go back to normal when he turns towards Peter's voice and is caught of guard. Pietro has to stifle a laugh as he mouth opens in a huge 'o'. The youngest Avenger in the room is in his PJs and brushing a spider on the dining table- The spider being nearly as tall as Peter in length with beautiful thick hair. "Should I even question that?" Steve whispers to the camera again. "Maybe he was overstimulated," Pietro guffaws, "what. He’s got exams. This is pretty normal."

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Bruce: *inhales* ...Yeah.

Tony entered the lounge with little Morgan in the carrier strapped around his chest. He cooed to his little baby. "We're going to meet your uncles and aunties today. Your big sister is out on a vacation. Yes, we are already missing her, aren't we? Yes, we are. Yes, we are! Too bad we have to make do with these-AAHHH!"

The camera watched the colour leave Tony's eyes as Peter's eight legged friend sat on couch.

A cute little clicking sound came from the arachnid before he slowly backed form the couch to sit on the dining table. His big eyes kept looking at Tony and Morgan.

The camera watched as Morgan's eyes widened at the spider. Her legs swayed in pure delight and she cackled at the animal who was visibly scared when she shrieked in joy.

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SOMEWHERE IN MIAMI, FORIDA

“Wait. I thought we were here for a study trip.”

One of Javier’s alien cameras panned out of your face to fly around and show the hotel you stood outside. A few of your classmates checked their bags and rushed inside the building.

“Would you have come if I told you we were here for a fun week?” Yusuf takes off his shades and hangs them on his t-shirt.

You opened your mouth to speak but were at loss for words. “But I was so excited for all the historical places we were supposed to go to!”

Yusuf patted your head. “It’s okay, boo. I’ll take you to the real historical corners. These generic museums have been whitewashed anyway.”

You both entered the hotel building, and the tiny camera followed you, taking in the common area of the hotel, the contemporary art over the walls, the ceiling to floor windows along with an intricate bar at the back.

“I’m fine with all the fun but-“ your camera panned in your face as you leaned in closer to whisper- “why is he here?”

The camera turned his direction back to the entrance, taking David in his frame.

“Oh my God, David,” a third voice came from behind you, making the camera swerve again to watch another of your classmates stand behind you with pure disdain for the man.

“Maki!” You greeted the girl with a hug. And she reciprocated with a gentle pat on your back.

Maki: ‘Sup. I’m Maki. *resting bitch face* Y/N’s classmate. I’m four…or five years younger than her. And I’m from California. *sounds exhausted* And um…she’s my good friend. *Camera pans out to show her in a tank top, revealing a lot of tattoos on a pair of toned, muscular arms.

You: I was undergoing a hazing ritual by some seniors on my second day at college when they kind of started going a bit over board. And then Maki came to my rescue by punching the living daylights out of them.

Maki: *mogs the camera* she told you that? *smirks* Yeah, well…what were they gonna do? Go to principal and tattle on us?

“I’m pretty sure Queeny put him up on the list,” Yusuf grumbled under his breath.

The flying camera panned in on you and Maki’s unified eye rolls.

“She’s such a pick me,” you mumbled.

“Someone pick her up already,” Maki added. “She even dyed her hair a different shade today.”

The camera turned to watch a tall, petite woman walk up to David. Her freshly dyed strawberry blonde locks were perfectly curled over her shoulders.

David scanned the common area, automatically stealing his gaze away from where you stood.

Queeny laughed her rich girl laugh before pretending to punch David on his arm.

“Imma take a shower,” Maki was quick to break the stares of disdain from her corner.

You nodded. “Let’s meet here in an hour and go to the beach.”

Yusuf shot his ‘finger guns’ at the two of you. “You two are in the same room by the way. Let’s see how long your friendship lasts.”

The camera panned in on Maki’s emotionless features looking at Yusuf. “You think this is the first time we’ll be showering together?”

Yusuf stood there dumbfounded, his jaw on the floor.

“Stop,” you whispered in Maki’s direction, smacking his arm, “don’t say it out loud!”

Both of you walked towards the reception to get your key cards while the camera zoomed to a figure sitting on a love seat at the back of the common area, reading a newspaper.

The newspaper slowly dropped to reveal Loki sitting with an expression similar to Yusuf, visibly uncomfortable.

Loki: I’ve been sent to keep an eye on Y/N. Guess who sent me here *smirks* Clint. That man thinks we are still fighting with each other so it would be easy for me to *makes air quotes* ‘have her back’. *his smile turns sour, almost filled with disdain* Clearly someone has already seen her back it seems.  *Pauses* Maki. And of course she has. She walks like it’s heavy. *pauses to look into infinity while the camera pans into his face* Loki: *gazes back into the lens* Her aura. I clearly mean her aura is heavy. *offended* Why would you think of anything else?

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FEW HOURS LATER

A camera followed Tony into the library on the top floor.

“Okay-“ he took the marker form the table nearest to the door and walked towards the white board at the opposite end- “Morgan is downstairs playing with Natasha, Wanda and Zuko. Let’s continue where we left off.”

Tony looked around the room, trying to find something. Or someone. He looked at the camera, which turned away from the Iron Man and lowered itself to bring into frame Peter huddled in a corner between two chairs reading his notes, all the while biting on his nails.

Tony went on his knees, looking at the Spider Man.

“Peter?”

“Hm?” The boy automatically turned to look at Tony before catching the camera next to the man.

“Come on out,” Tony pressed softly. “Let’s study together.”

Peter nodded, trying his best to gracefully come out of the little space he had squeezed himself in. It took him a few seconds to finally stand straight.

The camera took the two of them in frame.

“Okay, now tell me. What all subjects are left that you need to work on.”

Peter turned towards the table behind him picking up books that weighed nearly the same as his body weight.

“I need to revise this one. So, I guess we can leave it for now,” he mumbled, putting the book back on the table.

“Five units are left in this one. I missed some classes here during the one time I was fighting…umm…those guys in the Grand Canyon.” He kept the book separate from the previous one. 

Tony nodded. “We’ll come back to it.”

“Yeah. And then this one. We never got to go past Unit three.”

Tony crossed his arms across his chest. “Why? Who were you fighting?”

“…the professor.”

The camera panned in on Tony’s exasperated eyes. “Why? Did he bully you or your classmates?”

Peter shared a look with the camera before turning back to Tony. “He…was behind human trafficking incidents happening downtown. So, Mr Murdock and I had to…take him out.” His voice is nearly a whisper by the end of the sentence.

Tony rubbed his palms over his face.

“Next subject.”

Peter was quick to keep the book in the ‘to be read’ pile and moved on to the next book.

“This one…” The camera was already panning onto Peter’s face as the boy hesitated. “I have to read five units.”

Tony nodded in encouragement, waiting for Peter to go through the rest.

“This one I need to revise. And this one I need to go through the project I made this semester. This one requires me to write an essay about any one topic in the subject. And this one-“

The boy’s voice was slowly cracking. His chest heaved as he gradually started taking shallow breaths.

“Peter?” Tony looked at him in concern.

“And this one I haven’t touched because the professor said we just needed to show up for the final assessment. I didn’t even open the book. And it’s environmental science!”

Peter was hyperventilating now.

“Peter,” Tony tried to soothe him down, “hey, Peter. It’s okay.”

“How is it okay?” The boy was on the verge of tears, “why did all the assessments have to be together? Why did my HOD have to turn out to the host body for an alien parasite?”

Tony grabbed Peter’s arms. “Peter, calm down. You are scaring Gina!”

Peter paused his hyperventilation.

The camera panned out following their line of sight, turning to the left to see the familiar giant hairy spider perched at the top corner of the library. Her teared up eyes looked scared, looking down at the two men.

“Sorry Gina,” Peter called out to her.

A clicked and a soft hum could be heard from Gina before she eased her legs and came down on the floor.

The camera turned back to Tony and Peter.

“She listens to you.” Tony sounded impressed.

Peter wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and shrugged. “She listens to anyone who is nice to her. But for some reason she doesn’t seem to like Bucky.”

Tony’s brows crinkled in question.

“Maybe because he ate the chicken tendies I had kept for her.”

Tony’s expressions changed. “Makes sense,” he whispered to himself.

MIAMI, FLORIDA

The camera was perched on top of the bar island, looking at you, Maki and Yusuf enter the hotel.

It was night outside now. The hotel was lit with soft golden hues all around.

You were dressed in a rusty red dress hugging you down from your waist with a slit down in the back for your legs. Maki wore a deep green cocktail dress, her hair swiped back with the gel keeping them in place. Yusuf had gone all out, wearing a white buttoned down shirt underneath his black leather jacket paired with blue jacket. He accompanied the two of you back inside with a little dance.

“How sloshed are you?” You asked before guffawing at his attempt to twerk in response to your question.

 The camera watched as Maki’s gaze was stolen by a pretty blonde lady who walked past her in a backless white blouse and leather pants.

“Excuse me, girls,” Maki excused herself, “mama’s gotta go play.”

“Have fun,” you bid her bye for the night, waving her direction before coming over to sit down at the bar.

Yusuf was about to sit next to you when he paused.

“F*&#k! I think I should go sleep or I might down another bottle of tequila,” he moaned.

“Oh God! Please go sleep. I need you two alive tomorrow,” you begged him.

Yusuf planted a kiss on your head before heading for the elevator.

The camera turned a little towards the bar, bringing in a view of the entire island along with you in the frame. A handsome man from behind the bar stepped into frame.

“Can I get you anything?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Umm…something that is citrusy and has tequila?”

The man nodded back. “On the sweeter side? Or I can make something that has a tang to it.”

“Sure. I’ll take the tang.”

The bartender smiled and got busy with making your drinks.

“Gotta go pee,” you whispered to yourself, getting off the bar stool. You asked the bartender directions to the restroom and went as per his instructions.

Within two minutes, a tall glass of something appetising to the eyes for ready for you on the island.

A couple of voices get louder till two faces come into frame, taking seats right next to yours.

Queeny and David seemed to be getting handsy while ordering their drinks at the bar.

“God! How have I not seen you before?” David is practically moaning next to Queeny. “You are so mature for your age. So not like the other girls.”

Queeny blushed. “Oh my God, stop. Other girls don’t know what it’s like to have fun!” Her nasal voice and the eerie method of speech- being too tired to speak- seemed to make the bartender uneasy at one point.

David leaned towards Queeny, trying to kiss her lips, but found her leaning away from him.

“What?” He asked between chuckles.

“What?” She retorted. “Why are you trying to kiss me?”

“Why not? A gorgeous girl like you deserves to be kissed,” he declared, trying to lean in again.

She dodged him. Again.

“Stop! I am too tired for this,” she begged in her signature nasal voice.

The camera panned in on the smile that was slowly eroding from David’s lips. There was a tick in his jaw while the hand resting on the island turned into a fist.

“Let’s have a drink and like call it a day,” Queeny declared. She kept her purse on the island and murmured to herself whether she had kept her keycard in here.

David had his thumb resting on his lips, his eyes moving between the bartender and Queeny.

“Ask the reception to make you a new one,” he told Queeny.

She nodded half-heartedly, disappearing from the frame while the drinks came.

David took a sip of his drink while his one hand went inside the pocket of his jacket.

“Hey, man. Can you make this slightly stronger and with a lot more ice?”

The bartender was happy to oblige, taking the drink and going out of frame to make a new one.

David peeked across the bar, making sure the bartender was not looking this way before taking out a little ziplock bag that had unnamed blue pills inside them. He took two out and put it in Queeny’s drink, while eyeing the lone tall glass sitting next to it. Taking out two more mills, he threw them in that glass as well.

The pills immediately fizzed out into the drink.

The moment David kept the ziplock bag inside his pocket, you came back into frame, taking your place on the bar stool and complementing the bartender on the visuals of the drink.

The camera could see the momentary shock in David’s eyes on seeing you sit a seat afar from him, grabbing the drink he had just spiked. A smirk eroded his lips as he watched you bring it closer to your lips while stirring the straw.

Before you could take a sip, another figure came into view between the two of you. A tanned hand came over to stop you from drinking your cocktail.

You turned in confusion, only to find Yusuf coming into frame, making direct eye contact with the camera.

“What are you-“ you do not get to finish your sentence as your friend sucked the entire drink out of the glass through the straw.

He took a moment to gasp for air. “He spiked you drink,” Yusuf finally declared, biting on the ice as David’s features turned pale.

“What the f*$#k man!” David was at the verge of shouting.

The camera was now up in the air, taking another person into the frame.

“What’s going on?” Queeny asked the crowd.

“He spiked your drink too,” Yusuf declared to Queeny, bringing up elements of shock over her face.

“He’s lying,” David shouted into defence.

“Then drink it,” Yusuf announced, grabbing your hand and walking you to the elevator.

“He’s lying, Queeny!” The man was screaming in her face.

“Then drink it,” she proposed with a straight face.

He shook his head, declaring he isn’t going to. The camera caught her grabbing her drink and throwing it in his face before the elevator doors closed.

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The elevator music was soft. But your breath and Yusuf’s gasps for air weren’t.

“I thought you’d gone to your room?” You asked Yusuf, standing in the middle of the elevator while Yusuf splayed himself in the corner.

His face was burning as beads of sweat ran down his face.

“Yup,” he answered.

“Why did you drink it?” You were questioning his insanity.

“Because I knew I could handle it,” he answered. In a British accent. Not letting go of the supporting bars on the elevator walls.

“Wait-“ you could feel your voice go quiet of a sudden- “why are you speaking in a British accent?”

“Because I can’t hold it in anymore.” He declared.

You opened your mouth to ask further questions but were stopped by the golden and green hues that warped around Yusuf, turning him into Loki.

“LOKI?!!” Your voice squeaked in disbelief.

The God was flushed in his face while his white shirt was getting wetter with the balls of sweat.

“Y/N…I think I have been drugged.”

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Another camera went online inside your hotel room, hearing the beeping of the key card before the door opened and in walked you dragging half of Loki on your back.

“Take me…into…the bathroom,” he huffed, forcing a grunt out of you as you opened the bathroom door.

The camera following you inside.

“What’s going on Loki?” You turned and dropped him inside the aesthetically round bathtub. “I thought human drugs didn’t affect you?”

He shook his head as you turned on the taps and showers, making him take out a sigh of relief. “This is not a human drug. I am sure of it. That puny worm got his hands on something alien. I am sure of it.”

You bent down next to him, taking some water in your palm and running it through his hair. “Will you be okay?”

Loki heaved. “I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

The camera watched your shoulders ease down. “Good. That’s good to hear. Because I’ll be wanting some answers from you tomorrow. Like why have you been spying on me?”

Loki exchanged a weary look with the camera flying above him. The next second he was hyperventilating. “Water! I need some water. My throat is on fire!”

Loki: I am not taking the risk of her rage again. I would rather be intoxicated by this drug *camera pans in * again.

The camera settled on a side table while recording the glass window that separated the room and the bathroom. The window was currently covered in curtain with only your and Loki’s voices passing through.

“Can you use your magic to dry yourself?” You could be heard.

“I can use magic for anything!” The God responded with an air of authority.

“Good. Then dry yourself and get out.”

There was a pause for a good fifteen seconds.

“Uhh…Y/N? There’s something you should know.”

“…what.”

“I think I know what this drug is. And I am going to go through four stages of this ghastly concoction.”

“What? What is it? Is it dangerous?” The panic in your voice could be heard throughout the room.

“Well…define dangerous.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING-“

“I think I am about to start the second stage.”

“Wait. You’ve already gone through the first stage?”

“Hold me.”

A thud and a grunt was heard along with a short scream.

Seconds later you could be seen coming out of the bathroom, dragging Loki’s sloshed body over the tiled floor. You held him by his legs, bringing him up till the edge of the bed before stopping to take well deserved breaths.

“My body has no sense of rigidity right now. It have no control over my limbs,” Loki mumbled from the floor.

You let out a fury filled grunt before wrapping his arms around your neck and anchoring yours under his back. You tried to pick him up and throw him over the bed.

“How the f@%k do you weigh so much? Do you have rocks inside your body?”

“Those are my muscles,” he groaned close to your ears as you tried to straighten his torso over the mattress.

Picking up his dangling legs, you threw them over the mattress before dragging the duvet away from his body.

The camera watched as you straddled him with a leg on either side and pulled him up by his arms to let his head touch the pillow.

“So much for a field trip,” you grumbled under your breath, catching a breath while you sat on his thighs and tried to hold your messed up hair in a bun.

“Y/N,” Loki whispered, making the camera turn to watch the God moan under you while his hand one hand grabbed the pillow under his head and the other searched for something over his body.

“Just go to sleep, Loki,” you proposed with a hint of tiredness.

His navigating hand found your wrist, grabbed it and pulled you close without a warning.

The camera was quick to pan in as you fumbled and found your face landing close to his, being saved by your arms anchoring you on the God’s either side.

There were barely any inches between the two of you. Loki’s heavy eyes locked into your surprised ones.  His hand came forward to play with that one lock of yours that was teasing his face.

“You smell heavenly today,” he whispered.

The lens recorded the gulp you took in 4K, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The same hand that was playing with your hair ran soft numbers on your cheek and then your jaw.

“You look heavenly today,” he mumbled again, his eyes gradually switching to your lips while his fingers slowly made their way to them.

“Loki, what’s going on?” You warned him.

But the God was nowhere near reality.

His thumb brushed against your lower lip before taking its time to run down your cheek and further down your neck.

“Do you know how much I had to…restraint myself from coming over and holding you close?” He goes on, while his fingers continue their slow burning sensational dance on the skin of your shoulders, travelling the distance to your thin shoulder strap and taking the authority of pushing it off your sleek, moisturised skin.

“Is this the drug talking? Loki are you getting horny because of the drug?” You tried to snap yourself back to reality.

The camera could see Loki’s features take offence at your words.

Within a flash of a second, Loki rolled over, making your back hit the soft mattress while he lurked over you, locking you in with his legs on either side of your thighs and your wrists pressed against the decorative pillows with his hands.

“You think a mere concoction has the audacity to overrule my will to have whatever I want?” His raspy voice asked you, closing the inches between your faces again.

You blinked at him, taking in measured breaths.

“I think it does,” you asserted, “the great God of mischief is weak against some ex-fratboy’s LSD pills.”

The God’s heavy eyes reflected the emotions of being insulted. He let his head inch closer, moving towards the crook of your neck, so his lips were right next to your ears.

“Let me show you what this God is capable of,” he whispered.

You flinched at his cold breath, having no space to shift, let alone move.

The camera lifted itself up from the table to hover over the two of you.

You eyes fluttered in nervousness, feeling the weight of the God upon you.

A few seconds later, light snores could be heard.

Your brows furrowed.

You shifted your neck.

The lens panned out.

Loki was blacked out, his limbs splayed over your as he snored himself to some much needed sleep right in the crook of your neck.

You rolled your eyes and felt a twitch in your jaw.

Freeing your hands from his now loose grasp, you tried to push him away. But the God did not budge.