It was a day after the battle against Ultron. Everyone was at Avengers Tower, including Loki, who was the Avengers personal slave since a month after the attack on Manhattan. Everyone there was wearing black to show support for Wanda losing Pietro. Even Loki was forced into wearing a black dress, even if she didn't want to.

"Doesn't anyone know how to heal him at least? I don't want to leave him with holes when we have to..." Wanda said and cut herself off before she said that one final word. It was the word that meant her little brother was really dead.

"We can make Loki heal him." Tony thought out loud. Loki looked up from her book and over at Pietro, who layed dead in Wanda's arms.

"Why would I heal him if he's already dead and should be buried according to your Midgardian standards?" Loki asked. Wanda gave a soft cry.

"Because it's the right thing to do!" Clint snapped at the girl.

"I'm not known to do the right thing." Loki said, flipping a page.

"How about, you're our slave and we will use discipline on you? How's that for a threat?" Natasha snapped at her.

"O-Okay." Loki whispered, closing the book and looking at Pietro. His eyes were still open. No one could bring themselves to close them yet. Loki looked at Wanda and she saw how sweet and devoted she was to her brother. "Can I...?" Loki asked Wanda.

"Yes, Loki. Just please...don't hurt him." Wanda whispered, letting go of Pietro.

"Here goes nothing." Loki mumbled, taking Pietro's cold hand in both of hers and she shivered as the touch of cold skin. She let green magic flow through her hands into his cold one and she healed the places where the bullets hit him. They filled over with skin and everything inbetween healed itself. Loki let go of his hand as it got warm in her touch and gasped as his eyes met hers and she shook under his gaze. "That worked too well." Loki whispered.

"What happened?" Pietro asked.

"You're okay!" Wanda exclaimed, taking her brother's face in her hands and checking him for anything that might hurt.

"H-He's alive!" Tony exclaimed.

"That's impossible. He didn't have a pulse for over two hours." Bruce said, not looking. But he turned around and fell out of his chair, shocked that Pietro was alive and unharmed.

"Can I just go to bed? I'm really confused right now." Loki asked.

"Sure, I think everyone should head to bed. Today's kinda been weird and shocking and everyone needs a bit of a break." Steve said. Loki nodded and started to get up.

"Here." Pietro's voice rang at her as he held out a hand, now standing up in front of her. She took his hand and he helped her up, grabbing her hip halfway up and smiled at her. Loki gave a nervous smile.

"Thanks." Loki whispered.

"Go to bed, Loki or you'll have to sleep outside." Tony said. Loki looked up at Pietro's eyes once more before she bit her lip and headed off to her room with a sigh, quiet as she though to herself.

"Why are you mean to her? She's very pretty and she saved me." Pietro said.

"She's our slave, Pietro. You're not supposed to be nice to a slave." Natasha said.

"But she saved me." Pietro said vehemently.

"Only because we made her save you, Pietro." Clint said.

"That's not true. She likes me, I know she does. I saw it in her eyes." Pietro said, furious before he ran out at his normal fast speed. He checked every room for the cute girl that saved him until he found a room with her name on it in green and he peered in to make sure she was decent. She looked like she was asleep on her bed but she looked up at him as he looked at her. She gave a smile at him and waved him in, lazy and adorable. Pietro smiled at her and slipped into her room. "You are very pretty, Loki." Pietro whispered.

"And you are very handsome, Mister Pietro. But wouldn't you rather call me Slave instead of my name?" Loki said.

"Why would I call such a beautiful woman a slave when she doesn't deserve my hatred? You saved my life, Loki. I wish to repay you for that. Until I do, I am forever in your debt." Pietro said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She looked up at him and took his hand but his were so much bigger than hers that he easily enveloped her entire hand with just one of his.

"But I am the slave of all the Avengers, Mister Pietro. I am meant to serve you. I couldn't ask something of you." Loki said softly as Pietro layed on his side next to her.

"But you are so beautiful. I must be able to do something for you, darling." Pietro said, his face only an inch or so from hers.

"If you kiss me, I'll let you do anything you want to me." Loki whispered, shuddering.