#avengersxreader

You were just starting to get a feel for how this team operated. Learning how to triage and when to conserve your strength. Dr. Cho was interested to learn more, so you often hung out in the medbay with her. She taught you how to operate almost all the medical equipment, and together you had healed a whole range of injuries. Gunshots were common, but they caused a lot of blood loss, making them hard to fix. Burns were surprisingly difficult, seeing as the damaged tissue was unlikely to comply with the process. 

On most missions, you’d sit on the jet with a com in one ear, and the injured would be brought to you. This worked really well for large-scale stuff, where there were SHIELD agents working in tandem with the Avengers. Today, you were paired with an Avenger to go inside the area.

“Now, Y/n,” Natasha said when the plan was proposed, “If you don’t feel comfortable being back in a HYDRA base, we can sort something else out.”

“Nobody’s going to force you to go,” Steve added.

“But?” You prompted.

“But it’s the best way to ensure everyone comes back from the mission.”

There was a moment where they seemed to hold their breath, and you realized that they were more worried than you. 

“Yeah,” You said, “I’m fine with going in with one of y’all.”

“Thank you so much.” Nat said. Their fears were unfounded. You knew you could operate just fine with the rest of them. The funny thing is, none of them could heal as fast as you, so the worry should have been reversed.

Today was your fifth mission with them, the first time you went in with them. They were tipped off about a small new base, in a strategically compromising place. Their plan was to wipe it out before it became too much of a problem.

You and Natasha were dropped off near the southern entrance, and instructed to wait till Steve drew attention at the western one. It was only the three of you on this mission, as it wasn’t that high-stakes.

Not too long after, the order was sent out, and Natasha cracked open the vault-like door. She took a few steps inside and waved for you to follow her. She took you through a descending maze of tunnels. You kept going, even after Steve’s com went silent. Even through the seemingly endless waves of HYDRA agents. 

As the tunnels kept twisting and turning, a realization dawned on you. The maps were wrong, this place was much larger than anyone had thought.

“Y/n?” Natasha turned to you. Her voice was strained. It felt strange to hear someone speak in such a place, especially after hours of silence broken only by footsteps, water dripping down the damp walls, and an occasional scuffle.

“Yes?” You replied.

“I’m afraid that we must now shift our priorities to getting ourselves out.”

“But what about Steve?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry, kid.” She said, “But we have to leave him.”

“No… No, we have to go find him! He wouldn't just leave us if we were missing! He could be alive out there. If they caught him-”

“Stop!” Her voice ricocheted around the hall, ripping you out of your spiraling thoughts. For a second the word hung in the air, waiting to be followed up.

“Stop.” She repeated, her voice much quieter now, almost pleading. “I know you were close with Steve, and this can’t be easy for you, but we have to assume he is dead. We are both worn out. Even if we were to find him, we would be of no help. I need you to focus on right here, right now.”

“Okay.” You wiped your eyes. Natasha knelt down next to you to get to eye level.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” She said.

“It’s okay.” You murmured, avoiding eye contact. “It’s not easy for you, either.”

“It’s not, no, but that doesn’t mean I can yell at you.” She said, “Do you think we can keep going or do you need a hug first?”

One hug later, you were retracing your steps along the cold tunnel. It was now oddly quiet. Like the walls dampened any sound, or the darkness swallowed it.

“Natasha Romanoff, put your weapon down.” Natasha tightened her grip as a man emerged from the shadows. He was a sharply-dressed, impossibly smug, older man. Obviously HYDRA. 

“Nope.” She aimed it at his head. “You're gonna stay right there, and tell me how you're still alive."

“Miss Romanoff, I suggest you drop the pistol.” Dozens more HYDRA agents materialized out of the darkness in front of and behind you. 

“Half of my men have their aim set for them,” He gestured to you, “You and I both know even they can’t heal a shot through the skull.” He was right, and she was worn out after walking and fighting for hours. Finally she relented and dropped the gun. Immediately, an agent with dark hair stepped forward and wrangled her into handcuffs. She resisted a little, but one reminder that your life was hanging in the balance put that to an end.

The dark haired agent then opened a small briefcase, and removed a syringe and vial. He filled it slowly and injected it into Natasha’s inner arm. She winced for a moment, then her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.

You gasped.

“Not to worry.” The smug agent said, “This is simply a precaution. She will wake up shortly after we relocate her.” 

“Who are you?” Your voice wavered. 

“I am Alexander Pierce.” He said, “But you will only need to address me as 'sir.' Rumlow here is going to sedate you as well.”

“No!” You managed to scramble a few feet back before someone grabbed you by your shoulder, and dragged you towards Rumlow, who had now filled another syringe. 

As you lost consciousness, Pierce spoke to you.

“It seems we have quite a bit of re-training to do.”

Once again, you found yourself waking up in a cold, dark cell. You opened your eyes, and the room spun violently. You curled and uncurled your fingers as you slowly started getting your senses back. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, they all seemed to be back, though the room still spun.

A man was walking down the hall. When he peered in and saw you were awake, he swung the cell door open, and grabbed you by your forearm. 

“Up.” He said bluntly, “This way.”

You tried your best to walk, but despite your efforts, your legs refused to cooperate, and you ended up being dragged behind him. The cold floor was almost a relief. It was a jarring start back to reality, and helped you to fully regain consciousness. By the time you reached your destination, you were walking behind the man. 

“Sit here.” He ordered. “And wait.”

The room was blank, only a small drain in the center, and a wooden chair bolted to the floor to the right of it, and a rolling cart filled with shining tools to the left. You quickly slipped back into the familiar routine of following commands, and sat. Instinctively, you attempted to make yourself as small as possible, shrinking down as much as the chair would allow.

Not a minute ticked by before the door swung open again. In walked Alexander Pierce, followed closely by Rumlow. 

“Ah, Y/n.” Pierce said, “I was beginning to think that we’d given you a little too much sedative. I need you to tell me about the Avengers.”

“But they’re my friends,” You meekly replied, “They loved me.”

With one swift movement he snatched a knife from the cart and plunged it straight through the palm of your hand. Your eyes widened in surprise and more than a little pain, but you didn’t make a noise.

“Y/n,” He sighed, “This was all a test. And I’m sorry to say that you failed. You betrayed HYDRA the very first chance you got.”

Blood dripped down the arm of the chair. Your hand started to heal around the knife, and Pierce noticed this. 

“For your betrayal, you must be punished.” He wrenched the knife out of your hand, and stabbed it back through. The skin was fresh and tender, which made it hurt all the more. Still, you choked back any reaction.

“Sir,” Another HYDRA agent entered the room, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the Captain is awake.”

“I’ll go speak with him.” Pierce sighed and turned to Rumlow, “Rumlow, could you take over here? It seems I have more important matters to deal with.”

“Happily, sir.” 

Before he left, Pierce yanked the knife from your palm. You held pressure on the wound, trying to slow the bleeding. A moment later, you removed your hand, and saw the skin knitting itself back together. 

“That’s a neat trick.” Rumlow said. “Hope you’re good at it. When I’m done, a small scratch will be the least of your concern.”

He pulled his arm back and landed a blow to the side of your head.

Hours later, even with your increased healing, you were bloody and broken. Ribs cracked, probably a concussion, four fingernails ripped off, and Rumlow had done something to your arm which made it bend the wrong way. Blood and vomit trickled into the drain. Sweat beaded down your face. All you wanted to do was slip into the darkness, but you still fought to keep your eyes open. 

“Bring them back to their cell.” Rumlow ordered.

“But sir, shouldn’t the medic–?” He protested.

“They’ll be fine.” Rumlow cut him off. And so you were dragged back through the halls, and thrown into the cell once more. Now that the drugs were mostly out of your system, you could take a look around the room. It had a cot pushed against one wall, and a joint toilet/sink combo on the other. The concrete walls were rough, and the only light came from a yellow bulb down the hall.

You lugged yourself to the cot and wrapped the thin blanket around your shoulders before flopping over. The coarse fabric was like a potato sack, but it was better than lying directly on the hard bunk. Most of your injuries had stopped bleeding by now, and the rest of them could be dealt with in the morning. For now, resting was the most important thing you could do.

It felt like your eyes had just drifted closed, when a uniformed man rattled the bars, waking you up. As you opened your eyes, familiar pain washed over you. You walked over to the cell door, only a little groggy and off-balance. The agent guided you across the hall and up a staircase. He led you into a room, with an unconscious Natasha, tied to a chair. Alexander Pierce was waiting patiently beside her. 

“Here we have Ms. Romanoff.” Pierce said to you, “She used to work for HYDRA, but she decided to turn her back on us in favor of the Avengers.”

You nodded. You already knew that Nat had escaped the Red Room, having bonded with her over shared stories of HYDRA’s brutality. 

“I need you to know what happens when someone betrays HYDRA.” He motioned to the man who escorted you there. He was now holding a gun to the back of Nat’s head. Pierce crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his. He was now at eye level, and you could see the pure evil in his eyes.

“She will not wake up.” Pierce said, looking you straight in the eye, “Ever.”

Hearing that, something snapped. Something deep inside you gave way. Years of pain came bubbling to the surface, along with something new. A novel emotion, one you hadn't felt before.

Anger.

It coursed through your veins and even a decade of HYDRA’s conditioning couldn’t hold it back. The energy you felt, the glow when you healed someone prickled at your skin, but it was colder, more painful.

Suddenly, Pierce recoiled, clutching his hand. A hole went straight through his palm, an identical wound to the one he gave you earlier. You lunged towards the man threatening Nat, and snatched his weapon. Without any hesitation, you shot him. He crumpled to the floor. 

Then you turned to Pierce.

“Pierce,” You said, pointedly not calling him ‘sir.’ 

“There has been something I’ve been dying to try. Turns out it works. Can you guess what it is?”

Pierce scrambled backwards, still holding his hand, trying to stop the bleeding.

“That’s right,” You said through gritted teeth, “I gave you back the injury you so graciously gifted me. Except, I don’t need a weapon.” With that, you crouched next to him, mirroring the movement he had done just moments before. You closed your eyes, recalling an extra-painful gunshot wound you’d healed, you touched Pierce’s arm. The cold flash of pain only lasted a split second for you, but as you opened your eyes, you saw the pain and terror on his face, and knew it worked.

You had successfully transferred an injury to someone. Standing, you looked at his shirt, which blood was starting to stain. 

“Pierce,” You said, “You still have a few seconds to do something good in your life before you bleed out. I just need to know two things. How do I wake Natasha up, and where is Steve?”

“I’ll…” He sputtered, “I-I’ll never t-tell.”

“That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to figure it out myself.” 

A moment passed, then Pierce wheezed two final words.

“Hail HYDRA.” Then he slumped back against the wall. Just to be sure, you unloaded the rest of the clip into his head before walking back to Nat’s chair. 

Finally, you had a moment to take in the room, you saw she was hooked up to an IV of what you assumed was a sedative. You carefully removed the needle, and took a quick assessment of her state. 

She was bloody and bruised, with a nasty laceration on her calf, which was probably going to make walking hard, but ultimately not anything she couldn’t handle. You desperately wanted to take it from her, but decided against it since you were already overloaded with healing your own injuries.

It felt so strange. She was the person who came and rescued you from HYDRA, and now she was tied up in one of their bases. Every day, Nat was so strong. Always protecting you, making sure you felt welcome and safe, and helping you through the memories of HYDRA.

The adrenaline from discovering part of your powers was still flowing through you, and you managed to push the spiraling anxiety down. After all, you had to get Nat out of here. 

She stirred slightly.

“Hey Nat. Can you hear me?” You asked, undoing the cuffs holding her wrists to the chair, “You’re gonna be fine. We’re getting out of here.”

“Mhm…” She murmured, “Pierce?”

“Don’t worry. He can’t hurt you, me, or anyone else ever again.” 

“Steve?” She asked, opening her eyes, but quickly shutting them again.

“I don’t know where he is, sorry.”

“We’ll find him…” She sighed. Natasha opened her eyes – slowly this time – and looked at you. 

“Oh, little зайчик [bunny], when did you get this?” She reached out and touched the side of your face, which you realized still had dried blood on it from yesterday. 

“You’ve been asleep for a long time.” You replied, “If I had to guess, a whole day has passed since we got here.”

“That’s good,” She said. You looked at her, and the confusion on your face was clear, so she explained.

“If we don’t get back today, the others will know something went wrong…”

“And they’ll come get us!” You filled in the rest.

“Exactly.” 

The two of you stayed there for a few more minutes as Natasha fully regained consciousness. You filled her in on the few events between being caught and now.

“Yesterday really sucked, but I did overhear something good.” You said, “Pierce was going to interrogate me or something, but he had to leave when one of his goons came in and told him ‘the Captain’ was awake. So – as of yesterday at least – Cap’s alive! Isn’t that awesome?”

Nat started to nod, but stopped.

“Dizzy, right?” You asked.

“Whatever that stuff was,” She said, “It was strong. How long did you say I was out for, a whole day?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “I think they dosed you with way more than Steve and I. They didn’t really care if they gave you too much, since they were planning on killing you right here, just a few minutes ago.”

“How’d you stop them? No offense, you’re not too good at hand-to-hand combat.”

“I…” You started, not exactly sure how to explain, “So… I can take injuries from people, you know that, and I was thinking about that a lot, and I thought ‘Hey, I can take them, what if I can give injuries to people?’ I had no way of testing this, because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Today I finally got a chance to try it out.”

“I’m impressed,” She said, looking around the room at both Pierce and the unnamed guard’s bodies. 

“I bet someone’s gonna get worried about Pierce disappearing.” You said, “We should get moving.”

“Mhm,” Nat agreed, “Help me stand up.”

At first, she was a bit wobbly, but she was fine so long as she could lean on you.

“See if either of them have weapons.” Nat said.

“I already snagged his,” You motioned to the guard. You had pocketed Pierce’s pistol, which you passed to Nat. She probably wouldn’t be very helpful, since she was half-draped across your shoulders. It was better than nothing, though. Her being armed made you feel a little safer.

Just as you were starting towards the door, you heard the muted sounds of raised voices and fighting.

“Stay here,” You said.

“Are you sure?” Nat questioned.

“I can handle this.” You reassured her, and she lowered herself back into the chair. You poked your head out of the room quietly. All the way down the hall, you could see half a dozen men fighting Cap. His movements were sloppy, so he was probably still under some form of sedative. 

Rushing down the hall, you got there just as the HYDRA agents started to get the upper hand. Once again channeling your anger, you extended a hand to the arm of a tall agent, and conjured an injury you’d healed before: a broken arm. For a split second you felt a flash of pain in your own arm, then you felt the bones of the agent’s arm splinter and snap, as if they were tearing themselves apart from the inside.

He yelled and turned, swinging at you with this other arm. You ducked and swiped at his torso, transferring another injury. This time red quickly started seeping through his shirt and he collapsed.

By now the other HYDRA agents had noticed, and one approached you with a knife. This might have posed a bit of a problem, seeing as you had to touch him to utilize your powers.

“Hey kid,” He said, smiling strangely, “I don’t wanna hurt you. If you just–” Before he could say any more you lunged towards him, and threw all your weight into it, knocking him over. Your hands touched either side of his head as you recalled a nasty head injury Stark had once needed help healing.

As you were inflicting brain damage, he stabbed you. While he did manage to puncture a lung, it was a futile attempt at escape. You simply transferred the knife wound to him. His breath sputtered, and he gasped for breath. 

Rolling off of the agent, you saw Steve was able to take out three of the others. You walked through the hall – now littered with bodies – towards Steve. He still looked off-balance, although not that bad now that adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Super soldier serum was helping with the sedative.

“Thank God you’re alright, Y/n.” He said, “Is Nat oka–”

A gunshot reverberated through the hall, and a HYDRA agent that had slipped behind Steve unnoticed fell to the ground. Both you and Steve’s attention quickly snapped to where the shot had come from. Leaning against the door frame, gun in hand, was Nat.

“You missed one,” She said.

“Thanks,” You said, “Now, does anyone know how to get out of here?”

“I remember the path I came in through,” Said Steve, “But there’s quite a few HYDRA agents that route.” 

“I’ll be okay,” Nat said, still more than a little loopy. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah,” You said, the concern slipping into your voice, “How about you two sit down? I’ll grab these guy’s weapons, while you rest a bit.” 

They put up a little resistance, but ultimately slid down the wall to rest. Your mind raced as you took inventory of the supplies you had. How were you meant to get two semi-sedated adults and yourself out of here with only a few handguns, a pocket knife, and a whole base of HYDRA agents after you?

You glanced at the two woozy fighters slumped against the wall. Even in their doped-up state, they were bandaging each other up.

“Hey Cap,” You said, walking over, “Are you just about ready?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Right after I finish dealing with this.” He gestured towards Nat’s lower leg. Steve was almost done wrapping it up using a torn strip of a HYDRA uniform.

“Can you support Nat while we move?” You asked.

“I could, but then it would be up to you to fight anyone we encounter.”

“Don’t you worry about that.” Nat laughed.

You simply shrugged him off, “Just show me the way, and we’ll be out in no time.”

You helped Steve up, and he helped Natasha to her feet. Nat was still rather wobbly, but Steve adapted quickly. The three of you hobbled along, with Steve occasionally stopping to readjust his hold on Nat or to give directions. 

The first time HYDRA agents stumbled across your trio, it was at a junction between two tunnels. Steve nearly dropped Nat in an attempt to throw himself between you and them. By the time he got into position, you had already killed them.

“How did…?” He started.

“I discovered some new aspects of my powers.” You replied. Making a mental note to check up with you back at the Tower, Steve nodded towards the left hallway. 

“It’s this way.” He said. Onwards you went, only encountering a few more groups, and you dealt with them as swiftly as the first. Gradually the walls became less moldy, and the air less musty.

“We’re coming up on the exit,” Steve said, rounding a corner. 

“Be careful, we should expect some–” Nat started, but was cut off by the sound of gunfire. Quickly you smushed back around the corner, against the wall, but not quick enough. Steve wasn’t hit. Neither were you. 

But Nat.

Nat didn’t look good.

A bullet had ripped through the left side of her chest. Her skin was growing paler by the second. She didn’t even get to finish her sentence.

Not thinking in the slightest, you immediately started healing her. Steve tried to push you away, you’d never healed someone this far gone. Even your healing capabilities had limits. Your rage fueled you, blinding you to the pain and stupidity of trying to heal someone who was already dead. 

Life slowly came back to Natasha. Her eyes flickered open, filling with horror at seeing blood now seeping through your shirt.

“Y/n,” Steve said, dread dripping from his words, “What did you do?”

“I took the injury.” You gasped, coughing up blood, “There wasn’t anything else I could do.” You stood up, and turned the corner straight into the sights of countless HYDRA agents.

You were at death’s door, and only rage kept you on your feet. Only anger allowed you to extend your powers over the hall full of cruel, evil people. Only wrath fueled the transfer of this horrible pain from your chest to them instead. 

With a sickening thunk, everyone in the hall fell to the floor, bearing identical wounds across their chests. A moment later, you lost balance. Pain radiated from where your head hit the concrete beneath you, but at least you had gotten rid of the hole in your chest. Distantly, you saw Steve rush towards you, but you blacked out before he reached you.

A dull ache.

That’s all it was.

Distant and floating in an endless void, the only thing tethering you to your body was a dull ache in your head.

Well, that and you could hear voices.

They weren’t talking to you, but still you listened. They were worried. Then the rumble of an engine covered what little you could hear, and you slipped back into the endless void.

You opened your eyes, more than a little confused as to how you got here. You knew where you were, it was obviously the medbay. Moonlight filtered through the windows over the machines that beeped around you. Annoying wires and tubes poked into the skin of your arm. 

You disconnected the machines from you, carefully following the proper protocols so as to not set off any blaring alarms. It was night, after all. Nobody wanted to wake up to the thought of a medical emergency. 

Next to you there was another bed and an armchair. Both of them were occupied by familiar faces. Nat was in the bed, while Steve seemed to have fallen asleep while reading. A smile grew across your face.

You padded over to Natasha, and curled up beside her. 

She was in for a surprise when she woke up. A welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless. 

As you were leaving the compound for the night, you were approached by Tony Stark, and, behind him, Steve Rogers keeping his distance by leaning on a wall further down the hallway. For how long he’s been doing his job, the super soldier wasn’t very good at looking inconspicuous. In a very ‘Tony’ way, you were offered living quarters in the compound, ‘free-of-charge, no expense to you’. After the number you’d received from you landlord hours ago, you weren’t going to turn this down.

So here you are now. Boxes of your belongings finally all in one place, your, arguably, oversized bedroom at the Avengers Compound. Well, it’s more of a mini studio apartment due to the area between the bed and the door. In other rooms that you’ve seen—Tony, for some reason, decided that you’d need guidance on setting up your space—most people had some form of entertainment and seating situation. The best you could do to recreate that was your two-seater sofa and the tv you’ve had since you first moved into your own place. In any other space, that would be a great set up, however, in the size of the space, it looked pathetic. There wasn’t much to be done about though, and it was good enough for the one body that would be occupying the space. Plus, it left you enough room to neglect unpacking your boxes for a while. Carrying them in one by one, with the cold weather outside, had left you exhausted and, quite frankly, your fingers were struggling to thaw themselves out.

That’s how you ended up in the kitchen. Your container of instant hot chocolate, thank God, had been in the easiest box to access. Finding a mug, however, was proving impossible. It had almost been half an hour of you searching through every cupboard in there and all you gained was the knowledge of where to find baking trays, pots, pans and every item of dishware that wasn’t a drinking receptacle. Eventually, you registered, at the edge of your vision, someone enter the space, reach up high and place a mug down onto the counter, pour themselves a coffee and leave again. So that’s where they are.

Approaching the counter, you assess the best way to access that cupboard. You know that you’re not even going to reach it on your tiptoes. You huff, knowing that you’re about to gymnast this shit. You check for anyone else entering before you embarrass yourself in front of anyone important.

“Okay, lets do this. Before anyone can witness it.”

You place your hands onto the counter surface and lean onto them, hopping up high enough to get you foot up next to them. You swing around and raise onto your knees, shuffling down to be in front of the right door. You were almost there when a voice from behind stops you dead.

“What are you doing?” Natasha.

You can tell from her voice that this is entertaining to her. She leaves you no time to respond, though, as you’re gently pulled backwards, off the counter and feet flat on the floor.

“I just wanted a hot chocolate.” You reason, acceptance of defeat present in your tone.

“And you were going to make it with that?”

You scrunch your eyebrows confused at her disgust until you follow her point at your instant mix. You roll your eyes.

“It’s easy and quick, and I’m frozen and tired!”

“It’s not even worth the water, move.”

There’s no way you’re going to let her boss you around the space after those insults. You tense slightly and cross your arms, staring the widow down.

“No.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes now as she effortlessly sweeps you off your feet and seats you on the island opposite the surface she needs to work. You watch her silently as she pulls down two mugs, glides around to pull a pan out of one of the cupboards you practically climbed into earlier and retrieves both milk and chocolate out of the fridge.

“I can’t believe you.” She begins talking as she stirs the chocolate into the milk.

“What?”

“You work with the Avengers, and you don’t even respect yourself enough to make a good hot chocolate.”

“You’re mean.” You pout in response, even if she can’t see it from where she’s standing.

A clinking of mugs distracts you from your eyeline into the back of Nat’s head. A turn of your head lets you identify Tony carrying, what must be, a whole shelf’s worth of mugs. In his journey to the kitchen though, one must slip from his grasp because not even seconds later, you’re left flinching from your spot on the island, closing your eyes in a wince.

“Sorry! I’ve ran out of thinking space.”

“You’re going to have to get used to that.” Natasha quips, now holding a mug in front of you.

“What, Iron Man smashes a mug every month?” You carefully wrap your hands around the mug, letting her slip her hands away. Nat chuckles and Tony rolls his eyes as he deposits the remaining mugs onto the counter space.

“No. But he does hoard his mugs and then dumps them all in the shared kitchen space!”

She’s projecting in his direction as he slowly makes his way back to his lab.

“Oh, and Tony?”

He stops and turns to look back at the two of you.

“Yes, Spider Lady?”

“I want to go.”

Loki lets out a sigh, crossing his arms. “I don’t know, you haven’t been to Midgard in years. It’s changed an awful lot since 1918.”

You childishly stomp your foot, letting out a huff. “Come on, Loki. I haven’t been anywhere in ages and I’m going crazy up here with Fandral and the others. Sif is off with Thor, I can’t believe she left here.”

“If we go, we might have to deal with Thor’s little team of Avengers. I’m sure you can handle most of them but they have this green beast. He is quite…” Loki trails off, looking quite horrified as he relives the memory of Hulk smashing him.

“Ah, Thor’s told me about his berserker friend, I’d love to meet him! Come on, Loki! Take me to Midgard. I want to know if their preferences in ice cream have changed.”

Loki shakes his head, knowing it was useless to try to change your mind. “I said come on, Loki!” You wrap your hand around his tie, tugging gently.

“Alright! Alright, stop rushing me and let go of my tie will you?” He places a hand on your shoulder, teleporting away.

A gasp leaves your lips as you take in the sight in front of you. “Oh, they definitely didn’t have this in 1918.” You pointed to the gigantic screens in the middle of Times Square. “I want ice cream, take me to some.” You demand, turning to Loki.

“So demanding, come along.” He takes your hand, leading you through the busy streets of New York.

“Midgard has changed in some ways but not as much as I thought. Tell me, do they still squabble like children of petty things? The last time I was here I fought in a war for them, I never knew they could be so cruel and violent towards one another for the simple matter of skin color, sexuality, and belief differences. They put some of our greatest enemies to shame with their torture and war methods.” You let out a sad sigh, suddenly losing your appetite for ice cream.

“If it helps, they are slowly progressing. They won’t change overnight. Even if they were to have one ruler t-”

“Oh, Norns not this again. Loki, your plan failed, you got your ass kicked let it go.”

Loki gives you a scandalized look as you go back to your ice cream, not wanting it to go to waste.

“Beg your pardon? If I was in my right mind, I would’ve won. I could’ve conquered Midgard, Y/N. I could’ve conquered and we would’ve ruled them with a firm hand. It would’ve been glorious.”

Your deadpan expression doesn’t change. “Loki, that plan sucked ass and we both know you truly didn’t want to rule Midgard, just as you didn’t want to rule Asgard. You just love to show up Thor and what better way to do it by conquering the realm his mortal lover lived on? Plus wasn’t that purple grape in your head along with the space stone? My love, you would’ve been a shitty ruler. Don’t get me started with my issues, first time someone pisses me off, I’m going to chop their head off. No questions asked. We’d get bored after six months.”

Loki is silent before deflating, “I suppose you are right in a way.”

“I’m always right. Now I want more ice cream and then take me exploring some more.”

The cashier gulps as he sees the pair of you coming back to the counter. “Please don’t pull your sword out on me anymore.”

Loki smirks knowing you pulled out your sword only to get free ice cream and scare the cashier for fun.

“I want more ice cream, this time on a cone. Hurry.” Your glare doesn’t lessen on the terrified cashier until his trembling hands are handing you and Loki your ice cream cones. Suddenly your expression changes, a bright smile on your face, “Thank you mortal! You’ve been a wonderful server. Have a good day.”

Loki hears the poor cashier let out a sigh, followed by a curse, “what the fuck was that? Was that Loki?”

“You are such a troll,” Loki says as the two of you make your way out of the shop. You pretend to look clueless, “what’s a troll?”

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The two of you spent the rest of the day touring New York, Loki taking you to popular sites. It was a truly peaceful day until the Avengers ruined it of course.

Loki gives the landing quinjet a disappointed glare as he pushes you behind him. “Loki, what are you doing? Who are they?”

“These are my brother’s Avengers. They’ve more than likely come to attack and arrest us.” Loki replies. He doesn’t see your hardened gaze as you watched the Avengers exit the jet.

“Loki, we need you to come with us.” The man in a bright, colored costume and shield says, extending a hand with a pair of cuffs.

“My apologies but are those bedclothes?” You asked from behind Loki. The question causes everyone’s eyes to turn to you. You hear the metal robot let out a snicker as the green beast grunts.

“Who are you? Are you an accomplice of Loki’s?” Bedclothes ask.

“I am Y/N, that’s all you need to know. Now, who should I start with first?” You question, holding out a hand, catching the arrow that was hurdling towards Loki's head. You snap it in half, letting the pieces fall to the ground. “It’s obvious you came here for a fight and that is what I shall give you.” Your seidr washes over you, banishing your Midgardian clothes for your armor.

You can see the mortal ready themselves for a fight but you only had eyes for the green beast. He gives you a nasty smirk, which you return. “Handle them and I’ll handle him.” You tell Loki before dodging the beast’s fist that it was seconds from hitting you.

“Guys, you’re seeing this right? Tell me I’m not the only one seeing this! Loki and whoever the hell this other Asgardian is, they’re kicking our asses!” Tony grunts out as he barely manages the dodge the shield hurled his way.

“Where’s Thor when you need him?” Natasha grunts out through the coms as the Asgardian throws her off her back and she lands a few feet away.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in ages! Come on, beast! I know you can hit harder than that!” The mad Asgardian cackles with glee, battling the Hulk.

“They’re fucking delusional and who was going to tell us Loki was this fucking powerful?! He wasn’t like this during New York!,” Clint says in disbelief.

Just then there’s a crackle of thunder, the familiar sighting of the Bifrost baring down. Loki lets out a groan, making his way to the other Asgardian side. “I think our fun is over. Thor has arrived.”

“BROTHER! STOP TH-” Thor cuts off staring at the sight in front of him. “Y/N?! Why are you battling my shield brother Hulk?! What is this madness?!”

Loki points to The Avengers, “Y/N and I were simply enjoying our day when they attacked us. You know how Y/N craves battle and I wasn’t going to leave them. Though Y/N handled them on their own.”

“Thor! You didn’t tell me your berzerker friend was such a worthy opponent!” You greet your long-time friend with a smile as Hulk lets out an angry roar.

“COME BACK AND FIGHT PUNY GOD!”

“In a minute, berzerker!” You called out, flying over to hug Thor. He returns the hug, looking at his team members confused.

“You mean to tell me that this is just fun and games to you?” Clint yells out, frustrated.

You turn back to him and the others, “Of course, you are mere mortals. I’ve faced down gods and won, what could you possibly do against me? And Loki with a stable mind on top of that? This was just a fun spare. If we wanted to truly destroy you, you’d know. Trust me.”

“PUNY GOD FUN TO FIGHT!”