My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

When Loki wins

We all flip cards over for a while and I wonder why someone invented this game. I mean, wars are a lot different. You nuke stuff and kill a bunch of people and no one gets anything from it, just destruction.

Of course, this is board game night, and no one cares.

I win after way, way too long, and Clint picks some game about birds that I remind myself to joke about later. Jarvis wins that one and skips his pick, because "I'm pretty sure five games is enough for one night."

So it's my pick. I look at the holograms and don't see anything worth playing. Of course, the kid wants to play, and so does everyone else. So I just get out Yahtzee and continue thinking. The kid definitely needs a suit, and improved webs. Steve would probably allow that, because he has powers. And needs a bit more than a sweater and jeans for a costume-uniform-suit or whatever you want to call it.

"Yes!" Peter says, snapping me out of my daydreams. His roll is only slightly above average, but I don't say so. Thor, Loki, and Steve all look impressed, Clint not caring about the game. I love how 50% of us haven't played any modern board games, and I'm the only person who knows what's normal for a score. Except for Peter's clue game. That doesn't count.

"How do you roll right?" Thor inquired, looking thoroughly interested. I was definitely saving the security footage of this.

"You don't. You just... roll the dice," I said, trying not to smirk.

"It's luck, brother. Allow me," Loki said, taking the dice and rolling five sixes. Thor rolled his eyes and waved his hand across the dice a few times. Green smoke wisped away and the roll was about 30% as good. Loki tried to shove Thor's shoulder but couldn't. I couldn't hold in my smirk, but I did try not to laugh.

"Where's the score sheet?" I asked, deciding to let statistics distract me.

"Right here, Mr. Stark," Peter said, ignoring Thor and Loki trying to shove each other off their chairs.

"Don't forget my turn, please..." Clint said, grabbing the dice and rolling. I write the scores, trying to ignore Thor and Loki's chaotic brotherliness. Loki fell off his chair backward onto the ground.

"Are you okay, Uncle Loki?" Peter said after a full second of everyone doing absolutely nothing.

"I'm fine, young Peter," Loki said, poking Thor with a screw or something he found on the ground. I sure hope that wasn't from something important.

"Brother, where did you find that?" he asked, grabbing his wrist to take it from him.

"Tony's lab. Honestly, I should've found a sharper one. You're not even bleeding..."

"Yahtzee!" Clint yelled, reminding everyone he was there. I wrote his score, only five twos. I wonder if he just set them up when no one was looking. Honestly, no one would care.

The game wasn't particularly eventful, although, as he pointed out, Loki's best roll was immediately followed by Thor's, one more than it.

"This kind of thing always happens. I cannot think of a single time-"

"You got second," I said, having added up the scores. Loki stopped talking.

"Wait- what?"

"Let me see-" Thor grabbed the score sheet and looked it over.

"Well, in my own defense, I haven't played this before," Steve said, while Peter tried to roll the dice on their points.

"And you think I have?" Loki said, looking over Thor's shoulder at the scores.

"Can I see that?" Peter said, dropping the dice. He grabbed the pen from off the table and wrote a little table on the back of the paper we'd been using. Mr. Stark: 1 Jarvis: 1 Thor: 0 Mr. Clint: 1 Peter: 0

Then, slightly bigger, he wrote Loki: 3.

"Behold the scores for the first weekly game night," he said, passing around the paper.

"Do I get anything for winning? Perhaps a suitable dagger?" Loki said, somewhat timidly and less obnoxiously boastful like I'd expected he'd be acting.

"Brother, is being supreme overlord and ruler of board games not enough?" Thor said. He smiled in an exasperated way.

"We need a trophy," Peter said. "Or a crown or-"

"Can I have my helmet?" Loki interrupted. Steve and Clint exchanged a glance saying, we really don't matter right now, do we?

"I'm... okay with that," I said. Thor shrugged.

"Congratulations, brother. It might not be in history books, but these so called 'board games' are extremely difficult."

Peter smiled and put away the dice. No one mentioned it or noticed, but the Iron Man game piece for Peter's clue game lingered out of the box.