Truth Or Dare

This is an Avengers crash/crack fic. It is absurd and Loki is here.

"This is an emergency. Everybody report to the living room at once- auth. Tony Stark," announced JARVIS.

 This caused a bit of chaos around the tower. JARVIS repeated the announcement with double the urgency.

 Thor burst into the designated room, vanilla icing smeared on his face, brandishing Mjolnir.

 Steve followed, sprinting into the room showing clear signs of having hurried into his uniform- his shirt was inside out.

  With a poof, Loki teleported beside Tony wearing nothing but a pair of bright green briefs with gold L's on them, socks and his helmet.

 Bruce had just finished Hulking out in his special cell. He hurried in, holding up his recently enlargened pants.

  Nat followed Bruce, looking collected and alert.

Last of all, Clint, soaking wet with with shampoo bubbles in his hair and a patterned Iron Man towel around his waist ran in, holding a cluster of arrows he had haphazardly grabbed.

  "What's happening?" he asked, waving about the arrows. "Loki lost his conk again?"

 "No," said Tony. "But I'm flattered, Legolas."

"What- oh," said Clint, looking at his towel and going red.

  "Loki- you have personalized boxers?" asked Nat with a snigger.

 "May I ask what your ardent interest in and about my boxers is?" shot Loki, smirking.