(Thank you for all the lovely comments uvu)

"Loki's missing."

Natasha looked up from her magazine, uninterested. Steve looked down at her with such a solemn and sorry face, she just felt sick by looking at it. "And why should I care?" she said sweetly, looking back down at the page talking about the Kardashians (which she didn't really care about).

Steve sighed and sat down in the chair next to her hospital bed. "Natasha, you can't just ignore what we've been trying to tell you."

"I can, and I will," she said darkly, a shadow crossing her face. "There's no way in hell that I would ever be associated with Loki."

"But that's what I'm telling you, Tasha, you have been."

"I most definitely have not. I would remember something like that."

"You hit your head pretty hard."

"I don't care. I don't believe you."

"You should, though," Steve replied.

Natasha threw the magazine across the room, where it hit the wall and landed on the floor. "Get out," she muttered.

Steve looked like a kicked puppy. Natasha hated that face and she just wanted to ignore his big, sad eyes and—

"I'm sorry, but everything I have told you is true. Just because you don't remember it and don't want to remember it, doesn't mean that it didn't happen. And when you flat out rejected Loki that day you woke up… You shoulda seen his face. It was like a child learning that Santa isn't real."

Natasha smirked. "You mean the face that Tony made when Pepper told him that he couldn't drink for a month and took away all his booze after he made a fool of himself on national TV?"

Steve made a face that looked like a pug. "Yeah, okay. A little bit more pathetic than that. But that's not the point. You still hurt him, and now he's gone."

"Good riddance," the assassin mumbled, looking away.

The soldier sighed and stood up. "I'll let you get some rest."

When he walked back out, Tony stood up. "Can we go home now? I fucking hate hospitals."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

"And can we stop for coffee. I haven't had any caffeine all day. All day, Steve. This is mutiny."

Steve snorted and walked out of the hospital with Tony. It was drizzling when they walked out, so Tony groaned all the way to the car, which was on the other side of the lot. "Why couldn't we have gotten a spot closer, ugh."

"She still denies the Loki Thing," Steve mumbled.

Tony shook his head. "How could she even forget the Loki Thing, and not about anything else?" he mumbled. "It just doesn't make sense."

"If she would've hit her head any harder, then it would've wiped her memories clean."

"Bullshit."

"She fell from a ten story building, Stark," Steve grumbled.

When they finally got to the car, Tony got into the driver's side and started it up. "Then she should've lost most or all of her memory at least," he said.

"You never know. She may not even know when her birthday is."

"Nah, doc asked her some questions. She knows her name, birth, mom, dad, and all of us. She just doesn't know anything about the Loki Thing. So, when Loki entered the room, she went berserk and threw her pudding cup at his face. Shame, too. It was chocolate and it got all over him. What a waste."

"Apparently she thought it was the next best thing to knives," Steve chuckled.

"Well, it did get rid of Loki."

Steve sighed and frowned. "And now he's missing. You say there's no trace of his magic anywhere?"

Tony shook his head. "I had Jarvis go over it ten times, no sign of the guy or his little magic acts. It's like he flew from the world. Y'think he went back to Asgard?"

Steve shook his head. "Even if he were depressed or near death, I don't think Loki would go back there. It just doesn't seem like him; especially considering Thor is still there."

The other looked up at the sky when an overly bright streak of lightening bolted up the sky. He smirked. "Not anymore."