Tony: Guys, you have to help me
Tony: LIKE, NOW
Steve: Why are you texting us at 3 in the morning again?
Bruce: What is it?
Steve: Why do you sound so awake?
Bruce: I never went to sleep.
Steve: Jerk.
Bruce: Why am I a jerk?
Steve: Hush.
Tony: GUYS STOP ARGUING AND HELP ME
Steve: What do you even need help on? And why are Clint and Natasha not in the chat?
Tony: THEY'RE THE PROBLEM
Bruce: I don't understand.
Tony: SHE'S GOT A GUN
Steve: Woah, what?
Tony: THEY'RE IN MY LAB
Bruce: Why...?
Tony: I MAY HAVE PRANKED THEM A LITTLE BIT
Steve: Define a little bit...
Tony: It involved a bucket of toads, icy cold water, shaving cream, and pickles...
Bruce: ?!
Steve: What did you even DO?!
Tony: It's a long story, just HELP ME ALREADY, DAMN IT!!!
Bruce: I'm not helping.
Tony: WHAT?!
Steve: Nobody wants to get in Natasha's way when she's angry.
Tony: She might kill me!
Bruce: Wait, what does Clint have to do with this?
Tony: Well, he was eating pie.
Steve: What?
Tony: It wasn't pie.
Bruce: Tony...
Tony: I DIDN'T THINK THAT FROG LEGS, SHAVING CREAM, AND PICKLE JUICE WOULD TASTE THAT BAD
Bruce: Dumbbass.
Tony: You guys are supposed to be on MY side!!!
Steve: Well, I don't want to die, and Bruce doesn't want his girlfriend to break up with him.
Bruce: You mean Natasha?!
Steve: No, I meant Clint.
Steve: WHO DID YOU THINK I MEANT
Bruce: We're not dating!
Steve: Yes you are.
Bruce: We're not!
Tony: Shut up. You are. Now help me.
Bruce: You brought this upon yourself.
Tony: It was a harmless prank!
Steve: That was about as harmless as replacing the candles of a cake with sticks of dynamite.
Tony: That's not an exaggeration at all.
Bruce: Poison, asshat.
Tony: Ah, that.
Steve: No duh.
Tony: A minor setback.
Bruce: Can you hear me facepalming
Tony: Hush. Why does Natasha always try to shoot me?!
Steve: It must be your charming personality.
Tony: When did you get so sarcastic?
Steve: Something must have gotten to me while I was sleeping for like 70 years.
Tony: Stop it.
Steve: I'll stop being sarcastic when you stop being a jerkface.
Tony: In other words, not going to happen.
Bruce: Get out of the lab, Tony.
Tony: I can't!!!!
Your Face: Hey, want me to help?
Bruce: God damn it Loki.
Your Face: HOW DO YOU ALWAYS FREAKING KNOW
Bruce: .
Your Face: IT'S NOT FAIR
Tony: You sound like a five year old.
Tony: Wait, you are a five year old.
Your Face: MEANIES
Your Face: You're going to pay for that, mortals.
Tony: NO I NEED THEIR HELP
-The chat has been closed-
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