It All Started In A McDonald's...

snippets of random shit

And, in the week leading up to April Fools... well, we were scheming, to say the least.

We'd gone round to Peter's place the day before, since, you know, we all loved taking advantage of Aunt May's amazing cooking at whatever opportunity, so there we were, scheming.

Yesterday hadn't been a good day, since I'd nearly been ambushed on the way home from patrol, and it was a good thing Loki had still been in the area, or I'd be pretty injured around about now. I had gotten to witness Loki's knife skills in real time, finally, and it wasn't something I wanted to see again. Damn, that god could be scary as fuck. The dude who came after me wasn't dead, but he was bleeding a lot when Loki insisted he escort me most of the way home. But he was in such a scary mood I hadn't spoken until he left, when I asked if he was going to go back to check on him. When he told me he would, I was sceptical, and I don't think he did go back.

Anyway, I was determined to make this a better day.

"Alright, so we got paper and pens and clipboards, who wants to be the ideas scribe?" Peter said, chucking the aforementioned items to each of us in rapid fire. I caught the paper pad and protected MJ and Ned from the deadly clipboard and pen projectiles, because I wanted to show off. Unfortunately this meant I'd volunteered myself. "Jamie? OK then."

"Dammit," I muttered, sitting down, cross-legged, on the bottom half of Peter's bunkbed. Ned plopped down next to me, and MJ perched on the top of the ladder. Peter, I'm sure, would've loved to attach himself to the wall, and probably would've done if Ned or MJ weren't here, so he just took the floor. I guess I was lucky that my handwriting had improved somewhat since I'd chosen a hand. The others might even be able to decipher it now. "So, boss, what am I writing?"

"We're scheming first," Ned told me, so that's what I wrote.

"We're... scheming... first," I said as I wrote it down. "Got it. Anything else?"

Ned rolled his eyes at me, then MJ kicked me in the head. While intentional or accidental I wasn't sure, though I suspected the former. Now I was speaking all formally like Loki.

"Scribble that out and write a title of "April Fools pranks"," Peter instructed.

"Yes, sir," I saluted, knowing he would be the only one who would understand that reference. Sure enough, he snorted much louder than he should really have done. I followed his instructions, and decided to stop being stupid. This was important business. "OK. What's our first move?"

"We install our homemade remote-activated glitter bombs," MJ smirked, hanging over the edge of the bunkbed, her hair dangling in my face.

"And where are we putting these glitter bombs?" I asked. "We have six, right?"

"Seven," Ned corrected.

"One needs to go in Flash's locker," Peter said, and that was just a given. "Two need to go in the entrance hall, and two in the cafeteria."

"That leaves us two more," I hummed, tapping my pen. "Principal's office is a bit bold, and we actually have a respective relationship with him. What about detention room?"

"No one will be in there before noon," Ned reminded me. "Probably just in the corridors? Or we carry them round for emergencies?"

"Corridors it is," I said, noting it down. "Because I don't trust any of you guys not to slip it into my locker when I'm not looking, nor do I trust my self-restraint enough not to put it into Peter's when he's not looking."

"Why is it always me?" Peter sighed.

"You're very secretive and could be plotting our demises, and we'd never know it," MJ said, before I'd even formulated a response.

Peter blinked and a tinge came into his cheeks. "W-what makes you say I-I'm secretive?"

"That," we all said in unison.

"Moving on," Peter said, clapping his hands. "What other pranks are we pulling?"

Before the end of the night, the paper was full. To top everything off, we had a spectacular finished in the supply's lesson in maths, which thankfully ended at twelve on Fridays. I don't know why it did, but it worked well for us. And spectacular might be a bit far, but... eh. Whatever.

I got home by seven, had a quick toasted sandwich, and then Dad put TV on, so I used it as an excuse to text Peter about "Internship stuff".

You: Peter, about tomorrow. Add nicking Flash's stuff to the list.

Peter: MJ just literally texted the exact same thing

You: That's cos we're fricking psychic :D

Peter: Nice 2 know. Tomorrow's gonna be one hell of a day, and no one's prepared XD

You: MUHAHAHA

Peter: We're not the only ones with big plans tho. Did Loki ever elaborate on what he was talking about earlier yesterday?

You: Earlier or yesterday?

Peter: Haha

You: Him? Give away his secret plans for world domination? I don't think so, mate.

You: All I know is he said he's thinking of something for almost every Avenger, so they better be watching out XD

Peter: I certainly wouldn't wanna get pranked by the God of Mischief lol

You: NUUUUU even we would be upstaged

Peter: And did he have any more juicy gossip from the inside sources or...?

You: U seem to think I'm in constant contact with him. He doesn't even have a phone yk

Peter: Oh yh

Peter: Forgot about that

Peter: I tried to ask Happy, but he keeps blanking me. I feel like it must be important, but why aren't they telling us anything? ToT

You: IK!!

You: WE'RE PRACTICALLY FRIGGIN ADULTS NOW LIKE CMON!!! I MEAN I GET YOU COS UR STILL A LITTLE KID BUT ME? HONESTLY

Peter: U calling me a little kid?

You: Well ur nearly a year younger than me

Peter: I'm SIXTEEN IN FOUR MONTHS

You: AND IVE ALREADY BEEN 16 FOR SEVEN MONTHS

Peter: Touché

You: :D

You: In all seriousness tho, they should be telling us what's up. I feel like they don't rlly give a shit about us TBF

Peter: No... I think they care

You: Some of them. Some of them just think we're kids.

Peter: Which we are

You: YES... but trustworthy kids, right?

Peter: Absolutely :D

You: THEN THEY NEEDA LET US KNOW SHIT

Peter: Alright, calm down, or Aunt May might hear you shouting

You: Eh. Even dad can't hear me, dw about it

Peter: I get ur point tho. They don't even try to hide the fact there's something going off. Clearly no one ever watched ANY classic movies where the kids start exploring by themselves when the adults don't tell them stuff

You: Rogers has probably never watched a movie, end of story

Peter: He's seen Wizard of Oz

You: That's a start

At that point, I decided to turn in, since this whole school thing was tiring. End of March already. That meant I'd been in the Avengers a month now, which was a fucking long time. The first week lasted forever, but now time was flying.

I didn't want it to fly. But hey-ho, whatever, I guess I had no control over that. Who cared.

Tomorrow was going to last forever, I could tell.

And I couldn't wait.