"Miss Thomas!" I froze in my seat, my eyes widening. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity fucking fuck. I quickly gathered at my things and hurried from my desk. "Miss Thomas!" Coulson had spotted me, and his voice was stern. I was nearly at the door, just a little farther.

"Going somewhere?" I looked forward and squeaked in surprise, running smack into Tony Stark.

FUCK!

"Ah, hello Mr. Stark," I said as innocently as I could, backing up and smoothing down the wrinkles I had created in his fancy suit. "Nice weather we're having, hm? I just need to," I didn't finish the sentence as I tried to scoot around him, but he kept getting in my way. "Tony," I whispered, "don't let him get me!" He smirked.

"Trust me darling, I hate him as much as you do. But he looks like he has something important to say."

"There you are Miss Thomas," Coulson said from behind me and I growled at Tony, my eyes narrowing into a threatening glare. He just smiled. I probably didn't look all that threatening, considering that I was shorter than the majority of the men at S.H.I.E.L.D, including Tony. "I have something important to discuss with you." Before I could protest, Coulson grabbed my arm and began dragging me away.

"Help me!" I whisper/screamed to Tony, but he simply laughed and walked away. I set my jaw and huffed, stumbling after the S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Tony Stark is on my shit list...again.

"Uh oh, Evee's in trouble," a familiar voice snickered.

"Don't even start with me, Clint." He held up his hands in surrender, but was unable to hide the smile on his face. As we passed Steve, he gave me a sympathetic smile. My mood only worsened. Bruce noticed my stormy expression and whistled lightly as he hurried away. Coulson continued dragging me through the base as I attempted to shove my things into my bag with one hand. Natasha turned lightly to see what all the fuss was about, then quickly turned back around when she saw me.

It seemed Coulson was the only one that didn't notice.

"Where the hell are we going, Coulson?" I questioned as we started down a hallway.

"You heard about that satellite crash, right?" I nodded. "Well, it wasn't a satellite." My eyes rolled.

"Considering how S.H.I.E.L.D handled it, I could've figured that much." He threw me a look, his grip on my arm tighter. "Ouch! Jesus, Coulson, lighten up!" Finally, we arrived at a door and Coulson scanned his thumb, pulling me inside.

"This is the so called satellite." My eyes bulged out of my head as I looked at the armor. It was green and silver, pieced together like a puzzle with a green cape hanging against the wall. The helmet had horns curved backwards, and I reached out to touch the point of one of the horns. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. It could be radioactive." I gave him a look. If it was radioactive, then what the hell were we doing standing next to it? "I'm going to need you to document and photograph this armor. It shouldn't even take you a day. I've never asked you to do anything before, Miss Thomas. Please take that into consideration." My eyes flickered over to him.

"Can I go now?" He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"You start tomorrow!" he called, but I was already back at my desk, putting the things I had forgotten into my bag.

"What did you do this time?" Clint asked, leaning against my desk with a smirk.

"Shut up, I just have to watch over this suit of armor for a little while," I retorted. He smiled, standing from my desk as I straightened. I rolled my eyes as he stood in my way and shoved past him. "Honestly, I'm more mature than all of you put together sometimes," I muttered, walking out of the base. It was well into the night, and I was so tired that it wasn't even funny. I was able to safely drive home, surprisingly, and I stumbled into my one story house with a yawn. I walked to my bedroom, shedding various things and leaving them in different places. Upon arriving at my bedroom, I changed into my pajamas and yawned again, collapsing into my bed. I was more than ready for a good eight hours of sleep.

I was just about unconscious when I heard it. A soft exhale from behind, the air tickling the back of my neck. I tensed, trying to tell myself that I was hallucinating. But there it was again. Slowly and fearfully, I turned on my other side and found myself face to face with a peacefully sleeping man. It was late, and I wasn't thinking straight, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I screamed.

The man jolted awake as I scrambled out of bed, stumbling to the door. If this had been under different circumstances, I would've noted how pretty his eyes were. But there was a strange man in my room. And no matter how cute, he wasn't getting off that easy. I dove for the taser that Darcy bought me for my birthday. The man appeared in the doorway and I turned the weapon on him, my shaking fingers on the trigger. Oh my, I thought, seeing that he was naked. I kept my eyes trained on his scowl.

"Foolish mortal!" he spat. "You can't hurt me with your Midgardian weaponry!"

"You wanna bet?" I asked mercilessly, my eyes narrowing.

"Your bravery, while admirable, is wasted," he said, his voice low and calm and scary. Slowly, he began walking towards me and I quickly walked backwards until I had bumped into the kitchen table. He walked closer until the front of the taser was practically touching his bare...muscled...Greek God-like chest. I swallowed lightly, tearing my eyes away from his body to find him smirking devilishly at me. "You can't hurt me."

"I'll take that as a yes," I hissed and pushed him back into the counter before pointing the taser at him and pulling the trigger. The tasers shot out and hit him just above his abs. He spasmed before dropping to the ground. I gently tapped his side with my foot, looking at him curiously. I bit my lip lightly. "Thanks Darce," I whispered, kissing the top of the taser before dragging the man towards the living room. I found some of my brother's old boxers and pajamas and struggled to put them on. They fit almost perfectly. Then again, my brother had been a fucking giant. I then sat on the couch after tying him to a chair in the kitchen, aiming at places on the wall for the next few minutes.

"What in Odin's name are you doing?" The voice made me yelp in surprise, accidentally pulling the trigger. The tasers flew into the TV screen, and I flinched as it imploded in a shower of sparks.

"Well damn," I murmured. This will be fun explaining to Coulson. I looked back over at the man, who was looking at me like I was an alien. "Nothing anymore." I stood and walked over to the counter, sitting on one of the barstools. "What were you doing in my house?"

"Whose clothes are these?" he asked, looking down at himself.

"Answer my question."

"Answer mine!"

"I asked first!" We were shouting now and he narrowed his green eyes at me.

"It seemed like a suitable residence...at the time." I scowled. "Now, answer my question."

"They're my brother's. He's not here anymore, and he was also freakishly tall, so..." I rolled my eyes. "I shouldn't have to tell you!" I shook my head and started towards my room. "You're welcome, by the way." Suddenly he was in front of me, trapping me against the wall by the door. My eyes bulged. How the hell did he get free of those ropes? I was a girl scout, dammit, I know how to tie knots! He leaned close and I thought that he was going to kill me, right then and there.

"Thank you," he whispered, and I blinked in surprise, "for the clothes."

"I...you're welcome," I said again, this time genuinely, as I tried to press myself as far back against the wall as possible. He pulled back and walked away.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch, I presume?" My mouth hung open in shock.

"Excuse me? And just who exactly said you could stay here?"

"I did."

"You can't stay here, I don't even know you. I can't trust you!"

"Ah, but you see," he said, clasping his hands behind his back, "I'm very talented at reading people. You're a good person, so how could you possibly deny someone in need of shelter the one thing they're in need of?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"Fine. But if I see you in my bed again, I'm shooting you with my taser." He flinched. "Goodnight...?"

"Loki." I nodded.

"I'm Evee. Goodnight Loki."

"Goodnight." I walked into my bedroom and shut the door, curling up under the covers. I closed my eyes and tried not to think of how close our faces had been.