"What are you doing here?"

Loki's lips quirked upward. "Well, I am the 'bad guy' apparently. Why wouldn't I be here?" he said with flair of arrogance.

Natasha smirked. "I should've known it was you. Popcorn falling from the sky and robots covering the city with cotton candy does sound like your sorta thing." She cocked her head. "But my question is why isn't anything destructive?"

Loki pursed his lips, smiling. "Oh, I am sure the butter and salt coming from the popcorn is bad enough. Quite a few people have gotten the salt in their eyes." He made a little tsk sound. "Oh, the pity."

The assassin snorted. "I hope this is a joke. Will the cotton candy end up in stomach problems?"

"Only if Tony eats it. Then will I make him suffer."

"Tempting, but no."

Loki laughed and wrapped an arm around Natasha. "My dear, today is a day for funny things, do you not agree?"

"Not if it includes cleaning up the city." Natasha made a scrunched-up face at the word 'cleaning.'

"I am sure Tony and Barton will be able to help with that."

Natasha smiled and looked up at the trickster. "I'm not sure why I stay with you. You're just as childish as the rest of them." Which wasn't completely true, in her part. Loki was more mature than the others that she works with, even Bruce, who does have his tendency to be quite the "funny" drunk. (Funny for Tony, not for Natasha.) Loki held a quiet, firm, yet playful demeanor. He may be a trickster, but he's more serious than he lets on. Sometimes, the child in him will show, like so.

Loki put a hand on his chest in mock-offence. "Why, Natasha, I am offended at your words. They have wounded me so deep, that not even stitches will help. Someone will need to carry me off into the sunset, while my wounded heart can never be healed."

Oh yeah, he's also sarcastic.

"Stop being a smart ass," Natasha laughed, elbowing him gently. "You're still the bad guy, and I can easily take you down."

Loki's mouth curled upward, much like a cat's. "Are you quite sure about that, my dear?" he purred. When Natasha smirked, he chuckled. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?" He placed his lips on hers gently.

People make mistakes, yeah, Natasha gets that. People make them every day, some without knowing it. And, at that moment, she and Loki made a mistake. It wasn't their best idea to play a game of tonsil tennis, especially when the other avengers were around, not really doing anything except cleaning and looking up, cursing at the sky. (Well, for Tony and Clint, it was seeing how much popcorn they could catch on their tongue.) But, in the end, someone had to notice.

"Fraternizing with the enemy on the job, are we, Romanoff?" Tony tsked and waved his index finger side-to-side. "Now that's not being a good little avenger, now is it?"

Let's just say, the whole ordeal did not go very well. It ended up in Clint aiming arrows at Loki, who was having the time of his life laughing, while disappearing and reappearing, letting Clint miss every shot. That only angered the archer more, causing him to go red in the face and call Loki some very, ahem… rudewords. Bruce hulked out, only smashing a few buildings in the process, which was progress for him. Steve complained that he wanted to go home and sleep off the events. And Tony… well Tony was laughing too hard to speak…. Or stand up.

Natasha ended up giving him a black eye.

They didn't speak of it at all during the meeting or for the rest of the night. The others knew what was good for them if they didn't want to end up with a shiner like Tony's.

"I think that went well," Loki said, lying with Natasha on her bed that night.

"I am not afraid to give you a black eye as well, Laufeyson."

Loki laughed, kissing the assassin's temple.