It had been utter chaos the past few weeks in New York City. I had been bandaging and splinting not only agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. but also unfortunate civilians that had gotten caught in the fray. I was constantly a sweaty mess as I ran around shouting orders at other medics. I had been trained by the top S.H.I.E.L.D. healers, but this battle was my first real gig. By the time the fighting outside had ended I was already stripped down to a tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. I had given up towards the end and wrapped my plaid over shirt around a man's bleeding leg. I collapsed onto a small rise in the floor and rested my arms on my knees. My brown hair was a mess, coming out of my ponytail. I shoved my bangs back out of my face and sighed in relief. We had done our damnedest for those who could be saved and the majority would be fine as soon as the ambulances got here to transport them to the hospital. I had done everything that I could and I gladly took the break I seriously needed. But of course fate decided that I didn't need the rest.
"Agent, Fury needs your services. Please follow me." It was another agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. He wore a dark suit and an earpiece like most of the other agents. I raised my head and squinted. Why me? Why now? But if Fury was calling that meant it was somebody pretty damned important. I forced my sore muscles to move and went and grabbed what supplies I could scrounge up before grabbing a bag and hurrying after Fury's messenger.
The war zone outside was pure devastation. I wasn't prepared and almost tripped as we hurried around upheaved cement and flipped taxi cabs. It wasn't long before we approached what used to be Stark Towers. The building was in terrible shape and only the 'A' was left on the side of the tower. It looked post-apocalyptic looming over the destroyed city. The bottom floor was surprisingly not that damaged compared to everything else. That was probably the only reason why Stark Tower was still even standing. The agent headed towards the elevator and tried the button. Thankfully, it was still working and we hurried in. The ride up was silent, but I had become accustomed to it. People affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't talk much. When the elevator doors opened I almost dropped my bag and my jaw at the same time.
"Holy shit." I said. The Avengers, every single one of them, stood in the center of the room. I noticed Hawkeye first, his bow drawn and aimed at a dark figure huddled on the floor. They all were looming over the figure and almost snarling. Tony was the first one to notice the two standing in the open elevator and lowered his arm. I was slightly star struck as he came over in the Iron Man suit with the mask lifting away from his face to reveal a kind but cocky smile. "You must be the one Fury sent up to help us wrap up this whole fiasco." He said with that same smile. I just nodded dumbly and stood there. The agent beside me shoved me forward with an irritated hand. "Mr. Stark." He gave a quick nod before pressing the down button. I turned after the doors closed and gripped the strap of my bag tighter. "What do I need to do?"
"Nick said that Loki needs to be checked out and bandaged up before we take him into custody." Tony said leading me towards the others. I didn't know who Loki was, but I assumed he was the one who caused all of this. The Avengers never took their eyes off the target as we approached. I was a little scared to see the target they were so intent to keep under lock and key. "The medic is here move over guys." Tony said nudging Thor. "I can take my brother to Asgard. We have far more knowledgeable healers in our realm." The golden-haired man said turning to Tony. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Excuse me, but I have been trained by top S.H.I.E.L.D. medics. Pretty sure I can handle this." My heart fluttered at how brazen I was. Thor could hit me to the next realm with that hammer. I shoved it to the back of my mind and pushed my way through the group of super humans. I was doing what I do best, my job, and I had no time for his Asgard bullshit. I carefully nudged by Hawkeye, his bow still taut and aimed, and finally saw what had caused so many lives to suffer, including mine.
He was everything that I couldn't have expected. He was laying on his left hip, right arm crossed over his body in defense. He was tense and his clear, blue eyes were cautious as he stared at me. His inky black hair was slicked back and he was in full on green and gold armor. Cuts littered his face and he still looked flawless. My gaze darted to his mouth as I saw the tip of his tongue flick out to wet his bottom lip. When I looked back up there was amusement and mischief in his eyes. I instantly guarded my expression and dropped to my knee beside him as I unzipped my bag and extracted the supplies I needed. I waved off Hawkeye as I ripped off a bandage with my teeth. He immediately lowered his bow and stepped back, but not too far. I could feel Loki's gaze on me as I worked. I grumbled when I noticed that I had no antiseptic to clean the cuts with. "Mr. Stark, do you happen to have a straight up vodka I could use?" I asked politely.
He went around the bar in the corner of the room and rummaged around for a bit before making a small sound of approval. "Catch, kid." I looked up in time to see a clear, glass bottle flying towards my face. I snatched it out of the air before it could shatter across my face and popped the top. I glanced up long enough to see the wide-eyed expression on both Loki's and Tony's face before I poured some of the alcohol on the strip of cloth. I smirked as I heard a low grumble from Thor behind me. Taking the damp cloth I pressed it to the cut on Loki's nose. As soon as the alcohol touched the cut he hissed. "Does this please you, human?" he said lowly. I ignored him and placed more vodka onto the cloth and applied it to another cut. I watched him as I did this and smiled. He narrowed his eyes and his eyes became dangerous. "You think you are safe with your precious Avengers here? You think wrong, you mewling quim. I am a god." I shoved the cloth on his swelling lip and applied pressure since it was still bleeding slightly. This time he hissed and shifted towards me. Immediately, I heard Hawkeye whip up his bow and arrow, and I knew it was aimed right smack in the middle of Loki's eyes. I waved him off again and after a minute or so he reluctantly lowered his bow again.
"I'll be fine, guys, calm down." I reassured them. Tony came up behind Loki and crossed his arms. "We're just making sure he doesn't pull any more tricks from his sleeve. We've had a hell of a time with this little shit." I threw the bloody, alcohol soaked rag to the floor and reached for my bandages. I covered each cut carefully and made sure the bandage was secure on them. The whole time Loki's eyes were warily watching the heroes behind me. For a moment I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, but I quickly crushed it like a bug. I couldn't afford to have those types of feelings right now. Especially after what he did, and how I was so directly affected from it. After I was done with his face I remembered that Fury also requested that I check the rest of him out. I was a little nervous about it, but I knew that the highest in command had told me to do it, so I had to. Not to mention the fucking Avengers were behind me watching our every move. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked hoping he would cooperate. A devious smirk immediately graced his face. "Why don't you find out for yourself, Midguardian?" he whispered. His eyes were downright wicked by this point. I felt my stomach plummet and prepared myself to do this the hard way.
Still kneeling on one knee beside him, I began looking for tears and/or bloodstains in the spaces between his armor. As I ran my fingers over a spot that looked torn I felt him move. Before anyone could even react his long fingers were wrapped tightly around my wrist and I was already moving in defense. I grabbed his wrist and ripped it back behind him and then slammed it down over my bent knee. My stomach lurched as I heard a loud crack. I jumped up and everyone else jumped into action as Loki keeled back over and groaned in pain. I was shaking and almost in tears as Tony grabbed me and pulled me close to his side. "I'm so sorry." I repeated over and over. I couldn't tear my eyes off the man curled up on the floor. I was supposed to heal and protect, not harm and destroy. "Hey, it's okay. You did the right thing, Agent. He grabbed you and we were too slow. It's a good thing you remembered your training so quick." I shook my head as Captain Rogers pulled him out of the floor and to his feet. They were about to lead him out when I broke away from Tony and stepped forward. "Wait!" I yelled. Suddenly, all eyes were on me, including Loki's pained ones.
"I can fix this."