This fic is a collaboration between myself and Sherlock River Hekate, we will be taking turns to writing the chapters Sherlock River Hekate is up first and I will write the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it and please be nice in your review as this is the first fic I have written ever and Sherlock River Hekate first collaboration. We don't live in the same city so we have to communicate through messages so there maybe mistakes and long periods of time between updates (I don't think this will be a problem but just in case). Feedback is welcome and we hope you enjoy this fic! :P

Rachel POV

I strode through the double door of S.H.I.E.L.D's New York headquarters, heading to the lifts that would take me to the higher levels of the building. Dressed casually in jeans and a blue t-shirt, I looked like any other person in New York. However, everyone in that building was at least a little bit unusual, and I was no exception. The door dinged open, and I stepped into an empty corridor, the level dedicated to the Avengers. Quickly I walked towards an office on my right, opening it to greet a tall dark haired man.

"Afternoon Sweetie," I said with a smile, closing the door behind me.
Asgard's god of mischief looked up from his computer, a smile breaking across his face.
"Rachel," He greeted me, "What are you doing here?"
I chuckled lightly, "Isn't a girl allowed to come and get her husband from work?"
He quirked an eyebrow at me, slightly doubting what I said. You can," he agreed, "But Midgard is a long way from home for a little visit."
I walked over to his desk, and perched lightly on the edge. He was dressed in his usual outfit, black leather pants, black top and the green lined leather coat. While it was intimidating, and look gorgeous on him, it didn't exactly fit in on Midgard.
"Loki," I said, "Did you forget that we were invited to Avengers tower as a good will gesture from Thor?"
The god looked down at his hands, twisting the gold band on his left hand. I took that as a sign that he had indeed forgotten about the meeting with his older brother. I laughed softly, it was just like him to forget something like that.
"Come on," I said smiling, "I want you wear something a little less conspicuous ." He stood, taking my hand as I opened to door.

I caught sight of a thin female figure, her long black hair flying behind her as she walked just out of my view. I stopped dead, my heart hammering in my chest. For a moment, the woman looked a lot like a friend I knew during the five or six years I spent on Midgard attending their high school. I hadn't seen my friend in a long time, as I was called back to Asgard shortly after I graduated. But that was very little chance that she would be in New York , considering we lived and went to high school in Australia. I shook my head, the chance of my best friend being in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and especially this level was incredibly low.
"What's the matter?" Loki asked me, noticing the look on my face.
I smiled softly back at him, "I thought I saw someone I knew," I said, "But it couldn't have been, I must have been imagining it."
Loki squeezed my hand reassuringly and we continued on our way, heading back to the apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D had offered us for the times in which one or both of us were needed on Earth.

Back in our apartment, I lounged on our bed, riffling through my cupboard with a flick of my wrist.
"I don't see why you waste your energy using your magic to look through your clothing," Loki commented dryly. I shook my head at him, liking the feeling of my magic as it flowed through my veins.
"It's not like you can talk," I said to my husband lazily, as he used his magic to change into a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. He just smirked at me and took a seat, waiting for me to change into my outfit.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I took a look at the clock on the wall and did a mental calculation of the time.

"Walk or catch a cab?" I asked Loki, as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Cab," he replied, placing a kiss on the top of my head. While I wasn't short, he still stood about a head taller than me.
Together we walked outside and Loki hailed a classic yellow cab.

I stood at the front door of the huge self-powered tower, waiting for someone to let us in.
"Who is this?" I heard an American drawl through an intercom that I couldn't even see.
"Rachel and Loki Odinson, Mr Stark," I answered, recognising the voice.
A laugh rang through the speaker, "Tony, please," he said as the door swung open.
The inside of the tower was just as extravagant as the outside suggested it would be, filled with the newest technologies. The elevator took us up to the top floor, where I assumed all the members of the Avengers were collected, including the other Asgardian. The last time Loki had been up here, the Hulk had smashed him into the floor multiple times and he had been sent back to Asgard in chains. I took Loki's pale hand in my and turned to face him, smiling I placed a soft kiss on the lips, and then the door opened to the top lever of Avengers tower.

Tony Stark, dressed in a band t-shirt that I couldn't identify and jeans, stood waiting for us.
"Welcome to Avengers tower," he grinned, sweeping his arm around to show off the floor.
"Thank you," I smiled warmly, "I am glad that Thor and Loki have made amends and that you are willing to welcome us into your group."
The American smiled at me, and took a drink off of a tray held by a robot as it whizzed passed him. He held the cocktail glass out to me, offering the purple drink.
"Fruit tingle," He told me, as I took the drink from me. Then a young slim woman came to stand beside him, ebony hair contrasted beautifully against her pale skin and bringing out the brilliant green of her eyes.
"Loki, Rachel," Tony said smoothly, as he placed an arm around the woman, "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend…"
I cut him off before he could say her name, surprise written on both our faces.
"Ezra," I gasped.