A/N: I'm terribly sorry for being so slow with the updates. I've got busy with other fandoms and kind of lost interest in this one, but I promise I won't drop this story! I still have a few ideas and when I have the mood I'm working on it. I'll try my best to hurry, until then, be patient! Also, comments, ideas and constructive criticism are very much appreciated!

Corrected by my wonderful beta MistressLoki1618!

Chapter Six

In the following days nothing particularly interesting had happened but when they started shooting a scene with Loki, Steve and Clint, everything changed in that late afternoon.

*It's past midnight and everything is silent. Too silent. Two guys walking in the very edge of the suburbs where most of the houses are in a pretty bad shape, a lot of it isn't proper for living. They find the house they have been looking for and their grips harden on the knives and guns they are holding.

There is a long, cruel laugh coming from an especially wrecked house.

"He is here!" Chris shouts to Jeremy and starts for a run but is being pulled back not too gently.

"Are you nuts? You will run straight into death." The older guy states seriously but Chris doesn't pay much attention.

"Let me go!" He struggles to free himself then dashes into the darkness but suddenly falls over in the grass with a loud 'thud'*

"CUT!" Fury clapped his hands together and rises from his seat. "Steve, what on earth are you doing?!" He curses. It was the tenth time and they still couldn't manage to make the scene totally acceptable. Nick Fury was rather a maximalist and the staff often complained about it, strictly behind his back when he couldn't hear them.

Loki walked out of the small house, reaching Steve who was still lying on the grass. He addressed him many times but there was no reply and Clint approached him with a worried look. He squatted beside the lying boy and rolled him only to find his head bleeding.

"Boss!" Loki shouted to Fury who looked questioningly at him. "He is unconscious."

"What?"

"His head is bleeding, he might have hit it in a rock. Call the ambulance." Loki ordered around but it was no time to blame him for it. He just acted quickly and Fury only nodded, taking his cell phone out and dialed the right number.

XxXxX

Truth to be told, Tony Stark was rather surprised when he opened the door and Natasha was standing in front of him. "Don't misunderstand, Dear, you're hot and I would happily lay you but I don't want Clint to beat the hell out of me." He said with a sneer and thought the woman would definitely slap him for that tease but she only stared at him seriously, raising an eyebrow.

"As far as I know, you're gay." She stated with a smile of triumph when he saw Tony's expression turning stunned. "I am not your friend, Stark, but I came here to give you an advice." She crossed her arms over her chest, looking expectantly at the man who let out a short chuckle.

"Why would I need your advice?"

"Because it's about Steve Rogers." Tony's face immediately changed and he switched to be serious, or more likely, troubled.

"Come in." He waited Natasha to come in but she didn't step an inch forward.

"There is no need for that. I can tell you what I want here." Tony grimaced but nodded in agreement, leaning against the door frame.

"So what is it?"

"Steve and Loki," She started and as expected, upon hearing the raven-haired model's name Tony's eyes twitched dangerously but he didn't say a word. "I suppose you've already noticed they are pretty close to each other and getting even closer step by step during the filming." She lied fluently then went silent for a few minutes, giving enough time to Stark to think about it.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked rather annoyed.

"Because you're such an ass. If Steve really means so much to you why don't you fight for him? I know he is not uninterested in you but if you keep waiting he will chose Loki over you." She said bluntly and Tony wondered how did she know this much.

"So what? I've already tried approaching him but he turned me down." Natasha couldn't miss the slight glint of regret in his eyes and shook her head in disagreement.

"Maybe you should try it in other ways. How about apologising?"

"I-"

"Think about it." Natasha cut him off. "And hope it won't be too late."

Before Tony could utter a word, she left, leaving Tony astonished, her words echoing in his mind as an alarm.

Almost two hours later, Tony stopped his expensive sport car right in front of the hospital, practically jumping out of it, leaving it in a place where it wasn't allowed but he didn't care. They could whatever they wanted with his car, he had more than enough and it was the least important thing right now. When he found out Steve had been taken to hospital he felt regret washing over his body. He was startled and terrified that anything happened even though the staff member told him it wasn't serious and Mr. Rogers was conscious by the time the ambulance had arrived and they took him to hospital just in case to check on him. Minutes later, when Tony also found out Loki had gone with him; he was outraged and thundered toward one of his cars, starting the engine immediately.

He frantically stormed into the building, asking the first nurse about Steve. He almost broke into the private room where Steve was, only to meet an astonished pair of eye.

"Tony?" Steve mumbled shocked, staring at him with wide eyes, sitting on the bed, still wearing his costume from the filming.

"Uh... Hi." Tony mentally cursed himself for being such an idiot; he didn't prepare properly and was at a loss of what to say. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Steve spoke again, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"What are you doing here?"

Tony opened his mouth to speak but closed it then opened it again and just as he was about to form actual words the door opened behind him and Loki entered, holding two bottles of mineral water in hand. He looked surprised to find Tony there.

"Hello, Stark." He grinned and started to walk towards Steve's bed but Tony stepped in his way.

"What are you doing here?" Tony hissed in an angry tone.

"I should ask the same, Stark." Loki crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the man with a sneer. "I'm doing something you failed to do, keeping company to Steve."

"Loki!" Steve gasped and sent Loki a death glare but the raven-haired model only grinned at him.

Though the grin was quickly wiped from his face when Tony pushed him against the wall, grabbing his shirt forcefully.

"Tony!" Steve shouted and jumped up, approaching the two man who were glaring at each other, the usual smirk of mockery back again on Loki's face. "Tony, let him go." Steve ordered, trying to push them apart. Slowly, Tony released his grip.

"Man, what's wrong with you?" Loki eyed him seriously.

"I won't let you have Steve." He growled annoyed and the two others gaped at the same time.

"Huh?" They asked dumbfounded.

"Huh?" Tony asked surprised when they both burst out laughing. "What is it?"

"I think you must have misunderstood something." Loki chuckled then handed the bottles of water to Steve, his expression turning to serious. "I'm off."

And with that, he quickly sneaked out of the room, leaving Steve and Tony to themselves in awkward silent.

"So, what was this for?" Steve glared at Tony expectantly. He was partly confused, partly angry.

"I was worried." Tony replied sharply, glaring back at him.

"And that's why you almost strangled Loki?" Steve frowned, dumbfounded, he really didn't understand Tony's way of thinking.

"Well, no. Sorry 'bout that."

"You should say that to him." Steve snorted, climbing back to the bed, feeling a little dizzy. "Is this everything?" He asked when he got tired of the awkward silence.

"No." Tony said in a surprisingly quiet tone and sat on the edge of the bed. Steve shifted uncomfortably, having a really bad feeling about where this conversation was going to.

"I love you." Tony said out of the blue.

Steve stared at him confused. "So-sorry, could you repeat it?"

"I love you, Steve." Tony sighed, walking up to Steve's bed. "And, I want to apologise… for everything."

Steve could only gape like a fish. He was shocked and didn't know what he was supposed to say. Should he give Tony another chance? Or will he hurt him again just like he had done so many times before. "I- erm… I don't know what to say." He admitted honestly and tensed when Tony sat down to the edge of the bed.

"Please, Steve. Give us one more chance. I've changed, let me prove it to you." Tony wasn't begging because the great Tony Stark never begged but he was close to it.

Steve hesitated then managed a small smile and nodded. Tony smiled back and leaned forward to give him a kiss but Steve put his forefinger on Tony's lips, preventing him from kissing. Tony frowned and Steve grinned.

"Then prove it to me."

XxXxX

Darcy was happy she finally gave in and let Natasha convince her to come with them. They were at Pink, one of the most popular clubs in town. The whole place looked upper-class – just as the prices, the furniture was black and pink and well, the music was almost deafening but they were young so that didn't bother them much. She was sitting between Maria, the executive producer and Phil, the visual director. Opposite them sat Nat and Clint, holding hands, smiling at each other. 'They are so cute.' Darcy noted herself then turned to Maria when she started to tell a story about another movie she was working on.

Soon, Natasha and Clint left to dance and the trio stayed there, sipping their drinks and laughing at each other funny stories. Darcy was rather shocked when Maria told her she knew Loki was going to be the new face of Calvin Klein. She hadn't expected that that information would sneak out that quickly. However, she was proud that someone knew that much about Loki. Also, Phil told them he had worked with Steve once before and he usually fell off at the running scenes. Just as Darcy was about to tell something interesting about Loki her phone rang. She didn't bother going away; the music was too loud everywhere so he just picked it up.

"Hello?" She practically shouted.

She couldn't understand much about what Loki was saying but it was something that he wanted Darcy to come and pick him up. "No way in hell, I'm busy now. Call a cab!" Darcy ended the conversation and though Loki was still speaking she hung up. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Being a manager is really troublesome."

"Don't worry, I'm sure he will get back, somehow." Phil ensured her with a smile and Darcy smiled back, nodding.

"Then let's order another round!"

XxXxX

"Fuck you Darcy, I'm so gonna kill you!" Loki shouted at his cell annoyed, making everyone around him staring at him like he was mad. He coughed awkwardly then walked out of the hospital, crossing his arms.

"How the hell will I get home?" He whined aloud, not caring what other people would think. Damn, he had no money to call a cab and even Darcy wasn't in her helping mood, his only friend, Steve, was in that certain hospital and he didn't have any other person to… Thor. The name crossed his mind out of the blue and Loki shook his head widely. "Not a chance." He waved it off, starting to walk aimlessly, raging inside. Half an hour passed and since he couldn't come up with a better solution and he wanted to go back badly, he reluctantly took his cell out of his pocket and dialed the number. No reply. "Damn! Am I cursed or what?" Loki swore angrily and was close throwing his phone. He found himself in the hospital's garden so he sat on a bench, rubbing his temple frustrated. He sighed then crossed his legs and threw his head back, looking at the starry sky. Loki loved those occasions when he got a chance to stare at the stars. Living in a city had a disadvantage that he never saw the sky this clearly. It always calmed him down in a strange way and he felt warmness spreading through his body. He smiled. However, his small moment of peaceful joy was interrupted when his phone rang. He picked it up unconsciously and his mouth went dry when he heard Thor's voice on the line.

"What do you want?" Thor asked plainly and Loki had to bite back a curse about what an asshole Thor was. He gritted his teeth then sighed annoyed.

"Could you come and pick me up?" He asked, rolling his eyes but there was no reply.

"Thor?"

"I'm waiting." 'What a bastard!' Loki was close to throw his phone again.

"Please." He mumbled unwillingly and made sure to pay back for it later.

"Where are you?"

"At the hospital. There is only one in town; the GPS will show you the way." Loki explained and no matter how much he fought against the feeling, he was relieved that he had another person to depend on. 'God, I must be insane, what the hell am I thinking?!' He cursed and quickly hung up, burying his face into his palm.

"This is really bad." He sighed, lying down the bench, staring at the sky again, trying to relax a bit but no matter how much he tried to focus on staring, he couldn't ignore the strange feeling in his chest.