I promised my best friend that this chapter would be updated today, which is on the fiiiiirst. Technically it's been two days in my book because THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE 31 DAYS BUT NOOOO JUNE WAS ONE OF THOSE FANCY MONTHS WITH 30.

Anyway, read, review, enjoy xD


Loki walked in his room to see Darcy lounging on his desk, phone held at a reasonable space above her chest and face; tropical music and slicing sounds emitted from the device.

She didn't notice him until he purposely closed the door behind himself.

"Back already?"

Loki rolled her eyes. "I see your attention spand is short ended. Whatever are you tinkering with?"

"Fruit Ninja," Darcy replied without looking at him.

This oddly irritated him. Surely he was of better company than that...whatever she was playing. Midgardians are so odd.

He silently crossed the room and, once again, snatched her phone away from her to observe it.

"Hey!" Darcy exclaimed, getting to her feet. "I was about to break my record!"

He ignored her.

"UUURRGH!" Darcy leaped off the desk, and Loki simply stepped to the side; she landed hard on his carpet with a THUMP.

This only added fuel to Darcy's fire. With another screech, she hopped and, finally, tackled him from behind. He didn't stagger, and found it even more amusing that she thought she could compete with his greatness.

"Unhand me," he demanded, nearly hissing threateningly. He held her phone out of her reach as she tried everything she could to get her phone back.

"Give me my phone back!"

Loki rolled his eyes, but when her weight increased in pressure on his upper back, Loki fell almost facefirst on his bed but he stopped himself with his hands. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the human girl's arm, and in a flash, her position was in reverse. Instead of above him, she lay beneath him, but her legs were still wrapped tight around his waist, keeping them a bit too close for comfort.

Darcy pouted, still reaching for it, but his phone arm extending back and his free hand pressing down on the area just above her chest stopped her. Not only was his hand the reason she suddenly couldn't breathe, but she did notice also that his hand was a few degrees cooler than a normal person.

"All of this hassle..." Loki questioned, briefly taking his eyes off of her to examine the screen again. When their eyes met again, he continued, "for a game that requires slicing Midgardian fruits in half?"

Darcy couldn't speak.

"Darcy!" Jane came in the room, "come on, we're about to..." She stopped short as she observed the sight before her. Her best friend on the bed, with, unbeknownst to her, the God of Mischief practically on top of her.

As soon as Thor bounded in the room, Loki was on his feet, and Darcy stumbled off the bed. Loki let her phone slide out of his hand, smiling smugly, and Darcy snatched it away from him; he caught her mutter something about the hole of asses and smirked as the two Midgardians nearly ran out of there.

"Aw, I'm afraid I scared her off," Loki said, plopping down on his bed.

"That wasn't very wise, brother," said Thor.

"In case you haven't forgotten, brother, Wisdom is not exactly my forté."

Jane and Darcy both, somewhat uneasily, got in the car. Jane started it, gripping the wheel, but didn't move as she tried to catch her breath.

"You okay?" Darcy asked.

Jane nodded a little too quickly.

"Is that Thor's shirt?"

"...Mhm," she said in a higher octave.

"What's wrong with yours?"

"..."

"..."

"He...might've sort of...ripped it..."

"..."

"..."

"Shut...up."

"Yes..."

"OMG, YOU GOT THE D!"

"N-No! It wasn't...It...well if your boyfriend hadn't walked in-!"

"Loki's not my boyfriend!"

"Didn't look like that to me!"

"He had my phone, dammit!"

The God of Thunder and the God of Mischief listened to their adorable bickering as Jane pulled out of the driveway. Once they were out of earshot, the two siblings looked back at each other.

"Speaking of earlier events..." Thor said with a glare, holding his hand out.

Loki's face fell.

Thor's hammer flew into his hand, thunder clapping from outside.

"Now, now, let's not get hasty, shall we?" Loki suggested, but Thor already had him up by the collar. "Let's not do this here, I just cleaned and-"

"Very well."

Loki was sent spiraling, crashing through the window, out into the sudden rain, and slammed into the concrete.


Natasha found herself walking upstairs. What am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this, I should not be doing this.

Aaaand I'm doing this.

Okay, Nat, just reach the top and make a right for the bathroom. No, feet, stop going forward! Go right. Right! Right, not-!

...Too late.

Steve turned around, dry shirt in hand. But not on. "Natasha? What're you doing here?"

Natasha swallowed dryly. "I...I-I," she wetted her lips, surprised to catch his eyes falling there when she did, "I was wondering what was taking so long. I kinda want to get back to the movie now."

"Oh. Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am," he told her with a sweet smile.

She returned it timidly, biting her lip. "Okay. Well...I'll just go..." she hung her head and started to leave when his hand suddenly caught her wrist.

"Natasha?"

Natasha looked up into his deep blue eyes, heart beating fast and uneven. His face was closer than he had intended.

But he decided to use this opportunity to his advantage.

When her gaze dropped down to the floor, he slowly began to cup her cheek. This gauged a positive reaction from her, or at least, he thought it was. She looked back up at him, her own hand wrapping itself around his wrist, but didn't pull away. She actually leaned into his touch some, her thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of his hand.

Gazes locking, Steve started to lean down, and Natasha leaned up on her tiptoes...

Ding dong!

The sound of the doorbell caused the blonde and redhead to jump and look towards the direction of Steve's door.

"Expecting someone?" Natasha breathed out.

"Not that I know of," Steve said, not only nervous, but extremely annoyed at whoever decided to turn up uninvited. He looked over at her and said, "I'll be right back."

Natasha nodded. "Okay."

"Just...just stay," Steve told her, hands out as he backed out of the room. Before exiting, he looked back at her one more time, then disappeared.

Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes.


Steve wrenched the door open.

And automatically wished he hadn't.

Peggy, appearing in a trenchcoat and red flip flops, hungrily gave him a once-over. "You must've known I was coming." She stepped in, and he backed away quickly as she advanced on him.

"Uh..." Steve stammered.

"Honest opinion, Steve," Peggy said, opening her trenchcoat to reveal a ruby red bikini that matched her lips. "Do you think this bikini is too tight? I wanna look hot for my pool party."

"I-Isn't it a little...late in the year for...s-swimwear?" Steve stuttered, back now against the wall.

"It's only late September," Peggy said with a shrug. "Besides..." she went up to him, hands smoothing down his hard, firm pecks and abs. "Someone as hot as you can keep me warm. Whaddaya say?"

"That you have a lot of n-"

Peggy's lips crashed onto his, hands everywhere bare. Steve made strangling sounds, which Peggy took as moaning, and he tried to pull back. But he was trapped.

The sound of nearly silent footsteps passed his hearing, but his mind was occupied at the moment. He screamed against Peggy's mouth, shuddering as her tongue invaded his cavern, and her hands-whoa! They should not be there! This is unacceptable!

Steve tried to pull away, turning his head up and to the left.

His lips finally parted from hers as his eyes fell on a pair of green ones.

"N-Natasha!" Steve gasped breathlessly. The way Peggy was curved around him wasn't exactly polite for company.

Natasha was frozen from where she stood. She hadn't seen the whole thing, but she'd seen enough. And she didn't know what to do. All she knew was the emotions slamming into her hard. Raging fury, shock, disbelief, murderous...

And, right up there with blinding anger...

She was heartbroken.

Her vision blurred, seeing red through her stinging tears. She fought them back, strongly holding back from wringing a certain someone's neck.

She wasn't sure which one to physically hurt more.

"This isn't what-!" Steve continued, not knowing what to say properly. Peggy smugly put her trenchcoat back on. "I-! I didn't know that she-!"

"It's okay," Natasha said, voice cracking as she walked down the stairs, slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag, phone in hand. "I was just going anyway." It took all her control to not commit murder as she passed them. "You two enjoy each other. Don't let me ruin it."

"Natasha, wait!" Steve called after her. "Please! Don't go!"

Natasha almost stopped.

But she didn't.

She got in her car and drove off, not stopping until she pulled into the driveway of her home. Since her foster parents were on an anniversary cruise trip, it was just her for another two months. She texted Jane, Darcy, and Pepper, then threw her phone on the passenger seat before she let the tears flow.

Jane and Pepper called automatically.

Natasha pulled herself together, entering the house and putting the phone to her ear after merging their calls.

"IIIIIII'M ABOUT TO KILL A BITCH!" Darcy yelled, and Natasha held the phone away from her ear. She put them on speaker.

"Darcy!" Jane complained, and Natasha cracked a watery smile; of course those two would be together.

"What happened, Nat?" Pepper asked.

"BECAUSE I WILL STILL KILL A BITCH!"

"DARCY, THAT'S MY EAR!"

"WELL I'M ANGRY!"

"STOP YELLING THEN!"

"ME? STOP YELLING AT ME!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME FOR YELLING AT YOU!"

Pepper stepped in, "STOP YELLING AT DARCY FOR YELLING AT YOU!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME FOR YELLING AT DARCY FOR YELLING AT ME!"

"STOP YELLING AT PEPPER FOR YELLING AT JANE FOR YELLING AT YOU!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME FOR YELLING AT YOU FOR YELLING AT PEPPER!"

"STOP YELLING AT JANE FOR YELLING AT ME FOR YELLING BLABBITYBABABALALALA!"

Natasha sighed, tossing her phone on her counter.

Maybe I should've texted Betty instead...


WHO CAUGHT THE FAIRLY ODDPARENTS REFERENCE? :D

I added that in there to ease the tension xD

We get a little Tony before he goes away in the next chapter, then time's gonna speed up some for his return (because he's "Tony Fucking Stark" xD), and FINALLY.

We get to the sleepover(s) ;)