Awww… I love you guys. Right after I uploaded it, I ate food then after an hour, I came back to it to see three reviews! Three in one hour! GAH! HAPPY! I loved this one review from msgone (read her story "Who I Was", I loved it!):

"GAH! Fury's like a 10 year old bully! He wants what they have so he sends in his goons to take it!"

HAHAHA! I love my reviewers!

11 Broki

8 FrostIron

3 Stoki

2 Threesome

Last chapter to vote! Keep this in mind, my pretties!

Bruce wrapped his arms around Loki, green glinting in his eyes as he felt the god shiver and cry under his hold.

"What the h*ll do you think you're doing?!" Tony yelled as Steve held him back.

"So it is true," a voice from the crowd said. "You have Loki and you weren't going to hand him over to the authorities…"

"Fury!"

"No, Tony. Samuel L. Jackson. Yes, Fury!" The man said, rolling his eyes.

"What are you doing, Fury? We've done nothing wrong," Steve said steadily.

His eyebrow rose, "Really? You don't think that keeping a war criminal without handing them or even telling the authority isn't wrong? What if he tried to kill you all? Hmm? We are here to take him out of your hands."

"And if we don't hand him over?" Bruce said.

"That wasn't a request. That was an order."

"We WON'T give him up." Bruce's skin began to have a greenish tint in it.

"You better have your men back off, Fury, or else they are going to have to deal with the green guy. Now, take your men away from here." Tony suggested.

Fury waved his hand for the agents to leave. "You will regret not giving him over." With that he left, leaving the room quiet except a soft sobbing.

"Loki, are you alright?"

Bruce looked under his hold, letting go slightly. Tears streamed down Loki's face thickly; he tried to wipe it away, but they just kept coming.

"Shhh, Loki, you're safe now," Bruce soothed.

"They won't get you. I promise," Tony said, angrily pouring a drink.

Steve glared at his glass, condescendingly. He had never approved of the genius' habits, but, seeing this situation, he wouldn't say anything. Just today. Loki didn't need Steve to be angry right now.

"Get him into his room and don't leave him," Steve suggested.

Bruce nodded. Loki didn't even look up when the doctor picked him up. Tony followed closely behind them, scotch in hand. He was talking, but no one was listening to him. Tony opened the door and Loki was set down on the bed.

Both of the other men sat at the edge at the bed, watching the god drift into sleep. Once they were sure he was asleep, Tony turned to Bruce.

"What are we going to do about Fury?" he whispered.

Bruce sighed, "Whatever we can do to help Loki. I don't know about the rest of you, but after stitching him back together, I really don't want to redo it."

Tony smirked, drinking heavily from the glass.

"You shouldn't drink this early in the morning."

The smirk left the billionaire's face as he got up. "My life, my choices. I'll be in the lab."

"With the fake Tesseract?"

He nodded, "I want to see if I can communicate with Thor."

"Don't tell him we have Loki."

The genius nodded and then left. Alone with the sleeping deity, he brushed back some of the black hair. He seemed so different than the first time they had met. Not a single bit of pride or hatred was in his eyes, just sadness and pain. It was like it was a whole different person.

Bruce sighed; he was just tired from staying up almost the entire night last night. He lay next to the god, arm wrapped protectively around the younger's waist. What were these feelings that Bruce was feeling toward him? Motherly? Friendly? Or something more? He laid the blanket over both of them and watched the god sleep until he himself fell asleep.

DON'T MIND ME!

"Tony? Can we talk?"

The genius jumped at Steve's voice. "How did you get in here? JARVIS, did you let him in?"

"You were not answering me," his AI said.

"Stupid machine…" he muttered. "What do you want, Capsicle?"

The soldier paused, unsure on how to proceed. "SHIELD will be back, Tony. We need to think of our options here."

"What?" Tony said. "Turn the guy over and possibly be hurt ten times as worse as he was already? Tell Thor and let him take Loki back to Asgard, where they could continue their sentence? What?"

"I'm just saying that SHIELD and Asgard could easily overpower us. We need more than just us three."

"Um, head count. Clint: probably shoot him in the eye. Natasha: shoot him on sight. Coulson: kill on sight. Thor? No. No one is going to help us."

Steve sighed, "We could convince them that he is no harm."

"It doesn't matter. He's wronged everyone, especially Clint, Tasha, and Coulson. They'd wonder if he had mind control over us," Tony said.

Steve sighed, "Then, what can we do but fail?"

"Try our hardest."

Steve left with that, going to his gym. A mechanical obstacle course was there, made by Stark. He had never tried it. So, he decided to do it today, get his energy out and maybe be able to catch up on some of the books and films he had missed while in the ice.

He went through it, destroying everything in it. It hadn't been that hard. Soon he was done and bored again, but still full of energy.

"JARVIS," he said to the sky, "tell Tony I'm going for a walk. Well, tell him if he asks."

"Of course, Mr. Rogers."

With that, he grabbed his leather jacket and left. He walked down the streets, remembering nearly every area. He looked down an alley, thinking he saw someone.

"Hell—Oh! Clint! You scared me," he smiled as he saw that it was just Clint who had just tackled him.

"You will tell me why Loki is in the tower. Now."

Mean Clint! Bad. So I looked up the ages of the actors in avengers and from youngest to oldest men, the list goes: Thor (29), Loki (31), Cap. (31), Hawkeye (42), Bruce (45), and Tony (47)… I laughed. OH AND TOM HIDDLESTON'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP! February 9th. Save the date!