"Yes!"

Ah yes, the surprise. Obviously Loki was not as thrilled as his male counterpart, but after the thrill from the show, and the aftershocks still flowing through him; he found that he didn't have the energy or really the urge to fight it.

Plus he knew his best friend well, and whatever surprise this red-head had concocted, well it was probably going to be pretty…gnarly, as Bucky called it.

She leaned in close to the duo, as if it was some ridiculous secret that needed to be kept under-wraps. "Follow me then."

Loki was about to protest the vague order, but as the retort was on the tip of his tongue, the girl made a quite acrobatic move over the barricade, with the help of some burly looking guys wearing band tees.

But right as Bucky and Loki grabbed onto the railing to climb over, the men shook their heads, one of them grabbed a hold of Loki by his collar to push him back over, when Natasha spoke up before he had the chance.

"Let them go boys, they're with me."

At that simple but firm command, the two muscle men let them go; which Loki kind of wished he hadn't because once he was greeted with a facefull of dirt from the ground.

He heard a chuckle from above him as he slowly stood back up, spitting out pieces of grass and scowling at his friend who couldn't seem to stop smiling idiotically. As if all of his dreams had just came true.

Which in reality, Loki supposed they just did. He had a feeling his friend wasn't going to shut up about this show for the next few years.

Bucky was terribly obsessed with the band they had just witnessed. So much so that in the past, Loki has considered seeking his friend some help for his, what he calls "disorder". Bucky hadn't been amused.

One thing that Loki was curious about was where the hell they were headed. Honestly, he could think of so many different things he could be doing. But instead he was following this mysterious, redheaded lady to god knows where. He patted the grass stains off his jeans and looked up to see Bucky and Natasha already several paces ahead of him, headed towards this ugly as hell bus in front of them.

The sneaky red head didn't even have to explain what was happening, because suddenly everything clicked in Loki's mind. The tour bus. It had to be. They made it right outside of the door, and Natasha stood on the bottom step as she put a hand on it to open it and looked back to them, a quirk of a smile on her lips.

Apparently, it had clicked in his friend's mind a few seconds before him, if the look on Bucky's face said otherwise. He looked as though he didn't know whether to fall to the ground crying or start hyperventilating. "Please tell me what I think is happening is not actually happening." Loki deadpanned, causing Bucky to look over at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Loki could see him doing both, and he probably would have if the next thing hadn't happened right after.

Natasha's hand flew off the handle of the door right as it flew open, causing her to take a step down to the ground. Sounds of yelling and laughing poured through the open door, and Loki got a glimpse of a few half naked women dancing around some obviously drunken men sitting with their legs wide open.

That was enough for Loki to look away even before the door was shut again.

The same man from earlier, the lead guitarist, still wearing the American flag bandana around his head, looked around at the three of them with a raised eyebrow.

"Who are you all? How did you get past the-"

"Hush now Steven, you remember me don't you? Or have you had too much to drink to recall?" Natasha crooned.

The blond stared at red head for another few seconds before recognition filled his features. "Ah yeah, Jessica right?"

"Natasha." She corrected him calmly.

"Oh right." The man replied, his hand scratched the back of his head in apparent embarrassment. "Well then, who's your friend's?" he gestured to the two of them, and Bucky had to hold onto Loki's arm to steady himself.

Loki glanced to his friend and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Loki. And this is my friend, Bucky."

Bucky's eyes were staring holes into the grass ground beneath them, unable to look up. Steve smiled kindly down to them and grabbed the door behind them.

"You guys are free to come in if you'd like."

Natasha nodded once and waved to the other two to follow her as she walked past the blond. Loki took one step when he felt the same hand tighten his grip on his arm. He turned around and tried to shake his grip off to no avail. "What? Isn't this what you've always wanted?" he whispered in his ear, "To meet your favorite band up close and personal?"

Bucky chanced a glance up at his idol who was still standing outside the door, waiting for them with a small smile on his face. Bucky was biting his lip so hard, Loki was worried it was going to start bleeding when he nodded slowly, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt, the shirt that had the face of the man in front of them on it.

Loki nodded once before turning back and climbed up the steps to enter the tour bus, followed closely by Bucky. The smell of sweat, sex, and booze filled

Loki's nostrils and he wrinkled his face. His eyes automatically searched for red hair, but he couldn't find Natasha anywhere.

He turned back to his friend, who was standing as still as a statue, staring into the filthy floor of the tour bus as though it had all the answers to the world there.

"Bucky, come on." Loki nudged him, "Look up, your future husband just left to get a beer. And it was true; the guitarist went to get a beer from the cooler in the mini kitchenette- wait three by the looks of it, and walked back to the two newbie's.

"Here ya go. You two looked like you needed one of these. Especially you." Steve said with a curved grin to Bucky. Loki had to discreetly pokeBucky in the side in order for him to actually move and grab the can from him. His friend did so, with wide eyes and a smile that could light up the sun. That sight itself was worth coming out tonight, Loki thought.

"Thank you, Steve. If I can call you that." Bucky's tips of his ears reddened and

Loki knew that look. The look that said 'I love you and I would like to have you in my bed tonight and the rest of forever.' Steve smiled sweetly over at him in reply, as he would with any other of his fans, Loki assumed. The blond had perfect teeth, Loki noticed, as he smiled wide enough to see his pearly whites.

He could certainly see the appeal of him, and why his friend seemed so smitten with him.

Loki looked down to the Budweiser when it was handed to him in hidden distaste. Thankfully one of the many drunks took it after Loki offered it to him as they passed him and collapsed on the beer stained couch.

The bus itself was pretty cramped, especially with this many bodies inside, Loki noted. 'This is all for Bucky, all for Bucky.' Was a mantra inside his head as his eyes were suddenly glued to a familiar face who sat with his legs apart on the dirty couch, while the two shirtless girls were giving him a lap dance in front of god and everyone. That must have been what he saw through the cracked door minutes prior.

The lucky girls (fans, Loki presumed) were now dragging the lucky as well guy back to the bunks towards the back of the bus, and one glance at his face, he realized it was the bass player for the band. The one with the ridiculous, sparkly, purple suspenders.

He heard conversation next to him and saw Bucky and his idol actually talking, well more of the guitarist talking and Bucky staring at him like he was the sun of his world. And if Steve saw the posters in his friend's room, he'd know it to be true.

Suddenly, a delicate but firm hand grabbed his arm and he turned to find the red head and yet another vaguely familiar face standing next to her. The drummer, he could only guess. Since he knew it couldn't have been the singer.

Loki hadn't seen him since the show, not that he was looking. Not really.

"Let's go outside. I can only take the stench of sweat and cigarettes for so long…" Natasha mumbled and ushered the four of them back outside.

Loki looked around and saw some of the crew members packing up the speakers back onto a separate, larger bus beside them, as they stood outside.

"Loki, this is Bruce. The drummer of the band. Bruce, meet a skeptic." The one called Bruce nodded kindly and held out a hand. Loki took it, noticing the calluses on it before letting go quickly.

"Skeptic?" Loki asked hesitantly with an impeccably raised eyebrow.

"Oh, don't worry. We get them a lot." Steven butted in, obviously eaves dropping the conversation prior. "Most of them don't get our music. They call us copy cats a lot of them. Damn Rolling Stone. I swear if they make one more article calling us the David Bowie of the 80s I might have to-"

"What? Teach them a lesson? Sorry Cap, I just can't see that happening." Bruce lightly teased him, placing a hand on his shoulder. His kind eyes met Bucky's for the first time and then back to Loki, his posture suddenly stiffened. "You guys aren't, reporters...or anything are you?"

Before Loki could deny anything, Bucky decided to speak, "No- but I could be I suppose. I studied Journalism for two years before realizing it wasn't for me."

The drummer's eyes hardened and he looked a bit peaked, almost a sickly green color to match his shirt. Loki was about to back away just in case he started blowing chunks everywhere before Natasha stepped in. "Bruce. They aren't reporters. I brought them here, they're my friends."

Bruce stared at Bucky for a few more seconds before moving to Loki again, his brown eyes hard. He took a deep breath before turning more towards Natasha as she whispered some things in his ear.

A few moments passed, and Bruce nodded stiffly to her. "I guess that could work…"

"What? What could work?" Steve asked, a spark of worry shown on his face.

"I was just telling Bruce here that we could keep these two on the road with us.

Well, if they're up for it." Nat smirked over at Bucky, who just looked like Santa Claus himself popped out and gave him a lifetime supply of Steve Roger's.

Loki on the other hand, did not look amused at all. "Wait. Where is that part when you ask us what we think about all of this?"

All four pairs of eyes hit him at the same time. It was quite terrifying, if Loki was honest. Especially Bucky's. His eyes looked as though they could cut right through him.

"Like I was saying, and telling Bruce; I think we could make it work."

"But how?" Steve asked, exasperated and running a hand through his hair. "You know Fury will have our heads. Remember the last time Stark brought those girls on the road for three shows in a row and he found out? He would have our heads if it happened again."

"But if Bucky here was your reporter, it would work. Fury has been on your guys asses about more publicity anyway. All my friend needs to do is find a magazine that will print his story, and we're golden."

"And even if he doesn't want to write a story, he doesn't have to." Bruce piped in. "We could just tell boss that to satisfy him."

Bucky nodded slowly, taking it all in. "Okay… You would do that Nat? That's…amazing."

And incredibly stupid. Loki thought, but held his tongue. Natasha only shrugged, "We can discuss it more at length later, for now-" She turned her attention back to Bruce. "Do you know where Barton is?"

Steve shuffled on his feet, suddenly uncomfortable. When Bruce shook his head in response, Steve pointed a finger towards the bus. Natasha slid off her denim jacket and pushed it into Bucky's hands before sprinting up the stairs of the bus, Even at the vague finger point, she had to have known where Barton was. Loki assumed it was the bassist they saw before.

A screech filled the air from the bus, and the two, now naked girls, stumbled out and sprinted past them and out, holding their clothes to their bodies.

Loki heard some more yelling, subdued at first but gaining crescendo after a few moments.

Bruce rocked on his heels, and Steve only rolled his eyes. They apparently dealt with this kind of thing often.

Bucky looked slightly put off at Loki, and stood beside him, close enough that he could lean forward and whisper in his ear. "Look man, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. And- I don't want to see it go to waste. And if I have to pretend like I'm some sort of expert journalist, well, I'll do it."

Loki looked appraisingly at his friend with a sigh. "I know Buck, and you can. I'm just not."

You would have thought someone had just killed his puppy by the look on Bucky's face.

Before Loki could comfort him in any way, or go back in time and delete what he said, Natasha popped back out of the tour bus with a look that gave away nothing of what went down inside. She made her way to the four guys and raised an eyebrow up half an inch. "So, you ready to hit the road fellas?"