Come with me

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None of the three people awake that night had said anything about it. Needless to say, this caused endless confusion to the other Avengers, who could see no explicable reason for the high emotions and nerves of the three involved.

Loki was more stubborn, more snarky, then ever before. Sarcastic comments flowed from him like water from a tap, and it didn't take much to get him started. All efforts to be forgiving and build inter realm bridges had disappeared, and Loki seemed pretty determined to leave as soon as possible, only he wouldn't.

Clint was on edge all the time, as if he was attacking a ninja to appear out of nowhere and attack him. He was particularly on edge around Loki, and although the Avengers could deduce it was because it was Loki, the sudden tension was something they couldn't explain.

Lena, well Lena had been the worst. She refused to keep an eye on Loki, and lashed at anyone who tried to come near. She was not sleeping, and spending increasing amounts of time alone on the roof, her anger and frustration fuelling the force fields. Soon she would be flying. She hasn't been getting much sleep lately, and not just because of the practicing. Also because every time she shuts her eyes, she knows what she truly feels, and truly wants, and she doesn't want to accept that.

It didn't help that Loki had stopped watching her. Even when she didn't know he was there, she felt safer knowing, or feeling, that there was someone there to catch her if she fell. Now that she knows she is alone, that there is no one there, it hurts more than the confusion.

For a moment the pieces fit together, and everything made sense. Then she woke up, and realised the mess she was in.

Loki knows the reason he's still here, and he doesn't like it. It's obviously because of her.

That doesn't mean he has to admit it though.

In one of his most recent arguments with the frankly too easy to annoy Avengers, Captain Rogers asked him,

"If you hate it so much here, why don't you just leave?" Loki thought it was a pretty fair question, but Rogers seemed to regret it as soon as the words left his mouth, and the other Avengers seemed to snap out of the fighting mode, and instead just talked to each other in quiet, hushed voices.

Loki ponders this. He finds it strange the amount they trust each other. And why they feel the need to be 'nice' to him, and reign in their tempers in, even when he is pushing, no, hitting, their buttons nearly minutely. He would admire them for it, if he didn't believe it stupid that people should not say what they feel.

Even as a trickster, he nearly always says what is on his mind, and when someone is annoying him, well, he lets them know. Then they don't do it again.

He laughs to himself. Annoying them wouldn't be nearly as much fun if they didn't try to stop themselves getting angry. He heard that people try to stop others being annoying by ignoring them. But this is just perfect fuel for Loki.

Despite everything, Lena was right about him being bored. There's nothing here worth his time here, and even being a right royal pain in the neck can be boring sometimes. It's just too easy. Maybe that's why he fell for her. He let his guard down, because he was bored.

Loki stands up, and punches the wall. He bits his lip, and curses inwardly, at everything he can think of.

He should have destroyed this realm when he had the chance.

He should just kill the girl. Then he realises that would hurt him, and his newly found heart.

Loki punches the wall again. Damn!

Lena wanders round the kitchen, gathering ingredients from the cupboards, for the omelette. It's the only thing she knows how to make, so omelette it is. She's hungry.

She hope the pan doesn't make too much noise, as it is 2 in the morning. She's been practicing for 3 hours, trying to block out everything.

Lena hums to herself as she bends down to the fridge, opening it, reaching for the egg carton. She straightens up, and places the carton on the clean worksurface, inspecting the eggs.

She chops the peppers, and puts them in the pan, smiling as they start to fizz in the hot fat. She's still humming as she pours the egg over the peppers, and as she begins to grate the cheese.

Lena gets a plate down and then picks up the pan, ready to put the omelette on the plate.

"What song are you singing?" The voice makes her jump, like it did last time, and she flings the pan up in the air, and omelette flying, then falling, like a stone toward the man standing in the doorway.

Lena could laugh. Asgard obviously doesn't have the same film culture as Earth. Everyone she knew would recognise the song from Grease, one of her favourite films of all time. Maybe, she'd watch it with Loki sometime. He might even like it.

Then she frowns to herself. Why is she thinking this? They have no future together, any fool could see that. And she hopes she isn't a fool.

Loki raises his eyebrows as she turns, and catches the pan. The omelette, unfortunately, was out of his control, and Lena has to hold back a giggle as it lands his head, splitting down the middle and sliding down his face, leaving a trail of egg and cheese.

Loki shakes his head, and the remains of Lena's snack fall on the floor, with a splat.

Lena grabs a cloth from the side, and wets it under the cold tap.

She walks over to Loki, and hesitantly wipes his face with it. He wrinkles up his nose, and she backs away, nervous.

"Sorry, I didn't..." She trails off, then stares at him ,confused as he begins to laugh.

"No, it's fine. It's just cold." He laughs, and looks up at her, and Lena laughs too. She gathers up her confidence, and walks back towards him, and carries on wiping off the egg.

When she's finished there's an awkward silence.

"What song was it?" Loki asks again. He tilts his head on one side, very aware of how close they are standing.

Lena swallows before answering.

"We go together. It's from a musical."

Loki laughs, and sound Lena is beginning to get used too, in a good way. It's a sound she likes to hear.

"And what does that tell you?" Loki replies. Lena's heart stops in her mouth, and she looks down towards the floor.

"I don't know." She whispers, her words spoken fast in a single breath. She takes a deep breath in, and she kisses him.

"Lena?" Loki says, as he walks into her room later. "I've been thinking about something."

Lena looks up from the book she was reading. It's the next day, and she feels a lot happier. After the omelette fiasco, Loki insisted she go to sleep, which she did. And of course, there's Loki himself. All hers.

"Yes?" She smiles.

Loki smiles too. It's contagious.

"Come to Asgard. With me." Loki says, and Lena can hear the bravery that went into saying those words leaking through in nervousness, and he blushes. Lena shuts the book, and stands up.

"Okay." She says. She knows now that she will do anything for him, and never wants to be without him. Clint would be disappointed that she's leaving, of course, but he will survive. Like Tony says, Clint is like a beach ball. He can bounce back from most things.

Loki looks at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to agree that quickly, and although he's pleased, it does shock him a bit.

Lena sees his surprise, and laughs.

"Don't be so frightened. I'm not going to bite!" She pokes his arm, and he smiles too.

"No , I know that. I just thought you would take a little more persuading." He blushes a deeper red.

"What, don't you want me to come?" Lena teases. Loki takes her hand.

"No! Of course I do, just, thought..." He runs out of words. Lena squeezes his hand.

"I know. I was only joking." There's a pause, though a companiable one. "I will have to talk to Clint though."

Loki winces. He was hoping she wouldn't mention this to Clint until they were leaving, as it's a safe bet that the archer will not be pleased, and will probably put up a fight. Loki knows Clint trusts him about as much as he would trust a grasshopper to hold up a bridge, so chances of Clint agreeing happily? Zero.

Lena tries not to notice this, and she smiles at him again.

"Look, I love Clint, although not like I love you, and I do need to talk to him." Lena tells him.

Loki's heart stops. She just said loved him. Loki smiles widely at her, and kisses her hand. She blushes.

"Of course. Now go, take speed, so we can go." Lena laughs, and runs off to the firing range, where she knows Clint will be.

Clint fires arrow after arrow into the target at the other end of the range. He likes to vent his frustration in this way, always has. Since he was tiny, shooting has always been a way to keep his mind off things he doesn't want to think about.

He's often alone in here, and that's the way he likes it. Especially since he's always in a bad mood all the time, worried sick about his friend. And, of course, Loki, who has upped the ante in the most-annoying-idiot of the year award, which he usually would have given to Tony.

"Clint." He recognises her voice as it echoes off the high ceiling of the firing range, and he stops, retracting his arm from where it was reaching for the next arrow. He turns, and sees the anxious look on her face.

He sighs, and walks towards her. She bits her lip, a sure sign she's nervous about something.

"This is serious, isn't it?" Clint says, putting his hands on her shoulders. Lena turns her head slightly, and tilts it down, formulating the words in her mind.

"Yes." Lena takes a deep breath in, and closes her eyes. Don't back down now, Richards. "Clint, I'm going to Asgard to Loki."

It's Clint's turn to look at the floor. He sighs, then looks up her again. Clint reads the emotions splashed across her face. Anxiousness, nerves, guilt, happiness and sadness. A whole range of emotions and colours, as easy for Clint to read as they always have been.

This reassures him. This isn't some trick. She truly loves him. She loves Loki.

Clint sighs. He supposes he should do what is best for her.

"Okay." Clint says reluctantly. "That is okay. I think." Lena smiles, then gasps, and suddenly she's crying as she realises what it means. She's leaving Clint again.

"Clint.."

"No, Lena. You have to go. It's what you want." Clint says, believing the words but not wanting to.

Lena smiles slightly, the tears falling down her cheeks silently.

"I'm the telepath here."

Clint chuckles sadly.

"Yeah, I know. I don't have to be to know. And that's why I'm trusting you. Just promise me, if anything happens, you come back, okay? There's always a place here, okay!" Clint say desperately, feeling his friend slip between his fingers like water. Keep it ogether Barton, remember what Tony says? You're the beach ball, the one who bounces back. She won't be gone forever, remember that, Barton.

Clint knows it is Lena telling him this, and he almost smiles at her efforts to make him happy. He doesn't want her to feel guilty.

Lena nods repeatedly as she tries to ignore the pain she's causing him.

"Of course. Thank you Clint. Will you tell the others?" She asks softly.

Clint just nods, trying to smile.