Sorry for the false update. I don't know what happened, but it seems like I wasn't able to upload the chapter properly. Anyway, here's the real chapter, I hope you'll like it. It's still un-beta'd, so sorry for the mistakes. And thank you for the comments!
"Where's our favorite boy-scout in star and stripes? He never shows up later than seven o'clock in the morning, and now it's already ten".
Ignoring Stark, Loki scrutinized with a displeased expression the still empty table. Usually, by this hour, the table was full of the food cooked by Rogers – the only benefit of his annoying presence.
He sat down, waiting for Stark to prepare him some breakfast and didn't even spare a look towards the two spies entering the kitchen. The only Avenger who arose some worries in him was the mortal who had the best inside himself, because he remembered in a too vivid way how his ribs and vertebra had broken under the monster's terrifying attack.
But the beast wasn't there, Stark had said that he had gone in a far away place and was busy healing other Midgardians, and Loki was perfectly happy without him around.
Agent Barton glared at him from the doorstep, hesitating. Then, with a grimace, he entered the kitchen to grab a box of cereal and sat in the most further chair from him. Romanoff, on the other side, sat next to Loki, showing a calm that almost made him smile.
He sort of liked the woman. He would enjoy breaking her, if only he hadn't decided to stop on Midgard for a while, so that he could have some peace and Odin's eye wouldn't be on him anymore. And there was Stark, the most interesting mortal he had ever met. Killing the woman would mean loosing the Man of Iron, and that simply wasn't worth it.
He looked at him exactly when the mortal was about to sit at his side, but he stopped him with a significant glance. Romanoff and Barton could be satisfied with some cereals and a cup of the bitter hot beverage Stark seemed so fond of, but he wanted a better meal. And yes, he could conjured it with a spell but he was curios to see how the mortal would please him.
"What's your obsession with Cap?", Barton asked, taking a handful of cereals without even using a spoon "You were looking for him also yesterday, do you have a crush for our Captain?"
Stark didn't even spare a glance for him, since he was clearly busy with the thought of preparing a breakfast that would satisfy Loki.
"A ninety year old man who physically is thirty, psychologically eighty and sexually eleven? No, thanks, I'll pass". He ran a hand through his hair before gathering pans, pots and a big variety of canned food with a clueless expression. "Hey, Jarv, any news from our favorite virgin boy?".
"Mister Rogers is in the shower, sir".
Stark glanced in Loki's direction like he was looking for approval or suggestions – Loki gave him neither – before going back to his clumsy attempts at preparing breakfast. After a moment of reflection, he put some eggs in a pan.
"That's strange. Yesterday he was in the shower too. I hope I'm not synchronizing to Capsicle's shower, it would be creepy".
"No, sir, it's always the same shower".
Loki suppressed a wicked smile.
"Maybe he's unloading ninety years of repression", Stark commented with a shrug, even if there was a glimpse of discomfort in his face.
Romanoff grabbed a slice of bread and fixated his eyes on him like she was trying to understand what the link between Rogers' too long shower and Stark's strange behavior was. Of course, Loki knew she would find out in no time, since she looked like she wanted to interrogate the Man of Iron as soon as possible.
He spent one last glance to Stark and his attempt at cooking the eggs, then he slid away. He wouldn't save his lover from the woman's grasp, that was Stark's problem – and this way the mortal would learn that it wasn't a good idea to host that annoying huddle of heroes, including the big oaf of his not-brother, that luckily was now by his Midgardian woman.
"Stark's creation, did you memorize everything of what happened yesterday?", he asked as soon as he found himself in the pleasant silence of his room.
"Of course I did, mister Loki".
"And what happened when Stark thought it would be funny if someone used Rogers' bed to do something else than sleeping? Did you memorize it too?".
"Yes", the voice confirmed, even if it sounded almost with a reproachful.
Not that Loki cared about the voice's opinion in that matter. He smiled until he showed his teeth, ready to use his magic to make Stark's creation obey if it didn't want to.
"Then let's show both scenes to the Captain, shall we? Of course, just to help him recovering from his trauma".