It was a surprise to Natasha when Loki appeared at Stark tower.
And it was like he didn't even care that the other avengers would flip their shit. He merely appeared in the kitchen, where Steve was in the middle of eating a hamburger (how American). The half eaten sandwich slipped from the golden boy's hands as his eye widened at Loki. The god merely smirked as the alarm rang out through the building.
"Hello, Captain. It is very lovely to see you today."
Natasha ran out of her room, suited up, as soon as the alarm rang out. All she wanted to do that day was relax after the battle they had the previous. But, no, the fates hated her, obviously. Whatever was in the building, she wanted to get rid of quickly.
"Barton, where is it coming from?" She asked, as Clint ran beside her.
"Stark said kitchen," he said, fumbling for one of his arrows.
By the time they got into the kitchen, Tony was already in there, in his suit, arms were crossed. If Natasha could see his face, she's sure Tony would be glaring. Bruce was luckily on a mission from SHIELD, so there was no Hulking out. And Thor was currently not in this realm.
"Stark, what's going on—" Natasha began, walking over to Tony, but stopping as she saw the god of mischief standing in the kitchen, smiling, like he was having the time of his life. And standing next to him, was Steve, his hands behind his back. Natasha assumed Loki was using his magic on the super soldier, because Steve looked stiff, like he couldn't move at all. "Loki," she said darkly. "What are you doing here?"
Loki grinned viciously. "Oh, I am here strictly for fun. And considering that my brother isn't here, and is instead in Asgard, this makes it all the more enjoyable."
Clint, from beside Natasha, said, "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"
Loki's smile didn't falter. Instead, it seemed to grow even wider. "Why, Clint, would you really say that to me? You didn't seem to say that to me while I had you under my control. As my little pet."
"You piece of shit—" Clint said, getting ready to charge at Loki. But Natasha blocked him with her arm.
"Don't," she hissed at him. She glared over at the god. "What do you want, Laufeyson?"
Loki chuckled. "To see you, of course. To talk."
Clint barked out a laugh. "Fuck that noi—" Natasha hit him over the head to shut him up.
She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why would you want to do that, and why would I let you do that, considering the circumstances." It wasn't that she was pissed about Loki barging in here to talk, or even that Steve was tied up. She was mad that Loki assumed she'd want to talk to him. Like she'd be happy to talk to him, like they were BFFs.
"Because I know you want to talk as well."
Damn, Loki got her there. She pursed her lips and nodded. "Let Rogers go, then we'll talk."
"Natasha I don't—" Steve began, but Loki waved a hand, and his lips were glued shut.
"Wonderful," Loki grinned. He waved his hand yet again, and Steve was let free and was able to speak. The golden boy glared at the god before stalking out the kitchen, mumbling about manhandling.
"Now, where shall we talk?" Loki said, wiping his hands together.
"My room," Natasha stated plainly, not taking her eyes off of Loki.
Next to her, Clint made a strangled noise. "Nat, I don't think—"
"I'm a big girl, Barton. I'll be okay," she growled at the archer.
Clint shut up.
Loki smirked. "Very well then." He offered out a hand. "Shall we?"
Natasha stared at the hand, like if she would touch it, it would explode. Loki rolled his eyes. "It's not going to explode," he said, as if he read her mind. Damn him.
So Natasha took his hand, and they were transported to her room. She felt her stomach drop in the two seconds it took them to get there. She felt woozy and coughed. "Damn," she muttered. "How the—"
Loki laughed. "You get used to it after a while."
Natasha nodded and cleared her throat. She desperately wanted to sit down, for she was feeling dizzy from being transported. "Alright, Loki. What do you want to talk about?"
The god chuckled. "I would just like to thank you for that lovely night. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. You are quite the drunk, Natasha."
The assassin glared at Loki. "Yes, and I distinctly remembering you charging the receipt to my credit card."
Loki chuckled. "Well, you were drunk. It was quite easy to swipe your money card. Not to mention, I have very powerful magic." He snapped his fingers, and an orange rose appeared in his hand. "Thank you, for the lovely dinner."
Natasha stared at the rose. Then at Loki.
Loki rolled his eyes. "Is one rose not good enough for you, then?" With another snap, the rose transformed into a whole bouquet of the bright, beautiful flowers.
Natasha's eyes widened, but she kept her strong demeanor. "What's this all about, Loki? Why are you doing this?"
Loki sighed and waved his hand. A vase filled with water appeared. He set the roses in the vase and placed it on Natasha's side table. "To be perfectly honest, my dear. I'm not quite sure what I am doing here."
"Then why are you?"
The god shook his head. "I thought I would be done with you. I thought that after the dinner, things would go back to the way they were, in my crazy, demented mind." He was mumbling to himself.
"What?" Natasha said, leaning forward. "Loki, you're not making any sense. I'm confused. What is it that you want?"
Loki looked at her, his eyes wide."What… I… want?" He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. It was like he was debating something in his mind. Then he pursed his lips and chuckled dryly. "To hell with it." Then he leaned forward and kissed Natasha right on the mouth.
Her mind took a direct vacation, and she wrapped her arms around Loki's neck. His arms were wrapped delicately around her waist, like if he were to hold her too hard, he would hurt her. She liked that feeling. Natasha' conscience screamed at her. 'Stop! What the fuck are you doing? He is the enemy! Stop kissing him! This is a trap! STOP!' She ignored every word of it, only enjoying the feeling of Loki's mouth on hers.
Then, as if realizing what he was doing, Loki detached his mouth from Natasha's, his eyes wide. "I-I—" But he never finished, because he disappeared right when the door knocked.
"Nat?" Clint asked from the other side. "What's going on in there?"
Natasha's eyes were wide, staring at the empty spot where Loki was. She looked over at the door. "Nothing," she said. "He… He just left."
Clint opened the door. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw Natasha's dazed and shocked look. "What happened?"
And honestly, Natasha had no fucking clue.
