#wheelz

As he pulled Loki out the door, Barnes’ metal fingers scraped against his arm. Loki was ready to stand and fight. But Wilson and Barnes didn’t give him a chance as they rushed through half-naked women and leering men alike. Loki sent an image surreptitiously making it rain single dollar bills throughout the whole club. The place erupted in a frenzy as the assailants fought with greedy customers and strippers to get out of their way. Once outside, the men had no qualms about using guns and started shooting at the three Avengers trying to run away.

A deep growl of an engine roared its way into his ears and Loki looked around for it. Hope. That’s what it sounded like. The glossy red car came to a screeching halt in front of them with the front passenger door opening. The engine purred like a caged panther. The humble sports car looked tame and harmless, but the men knew that you had worked on that car relentlessly. And if there were a fast reliable car out there. It would be yours.

 All three men looked at the salvation that was offered and didn’t think twice to run towards whatever door opened for them.

“GET IN NOW!” you yelled over Ghostemane playing loud on your stereo. You positioned the car to cover the men as they got in, taking your own riffle out and shooting back at the HYDRA den lords. Bullets were flying left and right as Loki tried to shield you all with his seidr.

“Wheelz! I swear I thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Bucky said as he closed the door.

As soon as the last door closed, you peeled out of there, the men in the car flailing about not having their safety harnesses on.

“Thank God you arrived when you did,” Sam said in the back, his harness clicking into place.

“You’re lucky I decided to come at all Samuel!” You growled out. A sudden silence spread throughout the car. “What the actual FUCK were you guys thinking?! How did you not know that that strip club was a front for HYDRA activity? We’ve only been going over the locations for – oh, I don’t know THE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS!” You berated them as you made a sharp turn onto the highway, your tires screeching their protest, sending everyone banking to their right.

“Wheelz-” Bucky tried to reach for the radio dial to turn your music down.

You slapped his hand away. Your spiked leather bracelet clanking with his metal arm. “Hey! Driver picks the music. Passenger shuts his pie-hole!”

“Listen, Wheelz-” Bucky tried over your loud music.

“NO! Pie-hole! Shut! You listen! It was my night off. MY ONE NIGHT OFF where I don’t have to cater to Tony’s extravagant mechanical wishes or Steve’s incessant questions about which polish is better to shine his goddam shield with.” You weaved through traffic, narrowly dodging cars left and right as you all made your way through the Manhattan Bridge.

“Sorry.” All three men said out loud at the same time. Their voices harmonized, almost making you laugh at the thought that they could be some kind of boyband. Almost.

“What the hell was so important that you guys had to go to that club and ruin months of work, as well as my one night of peace?” You asked fractionally calmer.

“Well, Laufeyson said he’d never been to a strip club before, and he wanted to see if it actually was anything like what they had on Asgard?” Sam answered sheepishly. His tone got softer the longer he talked, realizing whom he was speaking to.

You took a slow intake of breath. Your lips thinned as you looked in your rearview mirror and saw the god staring back at you, reproachful. Dare you say, slightly ashamed? Rightly so.

“And we’re they?” The vitriol spewed from your lips. Poison on your tongue as you said the words.

“I honestly couldn’t give you an informed answer.” Loki tried to sound confident. “The whole place was dark, the patrons were unsavory, and quite frankly, the entire place smelled like that orange goop you Midgardians like to pass off as Nat’s cheese?” Loki admitted.

“Nacho cheese.” Sam corrected. “But the ladies…” he continued with a Cheshire grin from ear to ear.

“Yes! The girls were so…” Bucky tried to say, but at that moment, you had pulled into the garage of the tower. You sped up and drifted towards your left. The men held on to whatever they could as the car swerved with such ferocity to its final parking spot. The car stood parallel between Roger’s faithful truck and Stark’s new Audi R8.

“Finish the sentence,” you glared at Bucky. “I dare you.”

“Intelligent,” Bucky said.

“Breathtaking,” Sam finished.

“As beautiful as the vixens of Asgard,” Loki embellished. You rolled your eyes and exited the car, slamming your door and waiting for the other three dopes to get out.

Of course, Loki would find the girls at the club attractive. You weren’t born yesterday. Someone as handsome and sophisticated as he would only look for the same in a partner. Someone curvaceous with long flowing hair. Someone who went for the girl aesthetic. Basically, anyone but you.

You didn’t have curves. You were lanky and flat. You kept your hair short to keep it away from your face when you work on the cars and jets. Your look was more suited for the garage or a punk band roadie than they were on a runway. You didn’t shop at the trendiest new stores, instead opting for your dad’s old band t-shirts and just assimilating them to your sense of style.

You hated the fact that you felt this way. You weren’t going to change the way you are just to get the princely god to notice you. But the long-time crush you’ve been nursing didn’t want to let you go. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon. You couldn’t help but resent what you just heard him say.

So, tonight was supposed to be the night you forgot about your juvenile crush on Loki. You relented and finally said yes to a date with Devin. You were adamant that you forget about Loki entirely and tried to focus on someone who was more your scene.

Sam whistled when he saw you standing there waiting for them. “Oooooh, Wheelz. I’ve never seen you so dressed up before.” You looked down confused. You weren’t wearing anything out of the normal from your wardrobe. You had on your Queen band t-shirt underneath a leather corset and matching skirt. Your knee-high Doc Martens kept you warm while your usual black tights were in the hamper waiting to be washed. Other than that, you had on your leather and chain choker with matching bracelets.

True, you would never wear any of these to work- which was usually half the jumpsuit with the arms tied around your waist. It would just get in your way or caught on something. But it never occurred to you that they never saw you outside of work before.

“Ya, you had a date tonight or something?” Bucky asked walking alongside Sam. “Oh god, did we interrupt your date? I’m so sorry!”

“Awe, ya Wheelz. I’m sorry. We’ll make it up to you.” Sam pleaded.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But yes, I was with someone.” You admitted. “And how exactly will you three be making it up to me?”

“We can take you out on a date,” Loki suggested quickly.

“Excuse me?” You screamed.

“It’s only fair. We ruined your night. You had to save us from the evil clutches of HYDRA. I think we can all treat you to a drink at least. Right gentleman?” Loki posed to the other two.

“Hey, that’s a great idea. What do you say Wheelz?” Bucky agreed.

“Ya, we’ll be perfect gentlemen.” Sam decided. This was ridiculous. You only planned on having one date tonight, Devin. Now you had three. And one of them was with the guy you’ve been trying to forget.

You let out a laugh as you paced back and forth. You looked at the three of them. Your coworkers. Your friends. They really did start looking like a boy band the way they stood there waiting for you. Bucky leaning on the hood of your car. Sam leaning on the open door. And Loki. Loki standing with his arms crossed and a wicked smirk on his face.

“OK. Some conditions.” You assented.

“Name it, it’s yours,” Loki said as he stared into your eyes.

“It happens tonight. I don’t have any other night off.”

“Done.” All three nodded.

“Two. No hanky-panky. This is payment for a botched night off.”

“Ahh, gross. You’re like one of my best friends Wheelz.” Bucky said as you rolled your eyes.

“Ya, you’re like my little sister,” Sam added.

“Three. I get to decide what we do.”

“Deal.” All three of the men agreed.

“Ok, then. Just for tonight.”

“Yo! Let’s go!” Sam excitedly sat back in the car. Bucky started clapping on his way back to the passenger seat, excited that the night wasn’t over. You walked back towards the driver seat and Loki opened the door for you to get in.

“Just for tonight,” he whispered as he helped you get back into the car. “I shall be yours.” He held your hand and delicately kissed your fingers. With a heated gaze and a deep sigh, he said, “And you will be mine.”

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