So i know i said like months ago that I was going to update, and I was, but then i couldn't figure out where i wanted to take the story and plus college is hard. excuses excuses. Anyways, I'm truly sorry, so here is the long awaited next chapter.
Chapter 9 Homecoming
Bucky stopped the bike in front of Stark tower. You climbed off and had to stop yourself from running to the door. You turned to Bucky. "Are you coming inside with me?" you asked.
"I might as well. It's been a while since I've seen Steve." You nodded and offered him your hand which he took as you led him inside the building.
When you climbed off the elevator on the Lounge floor, you found it vacant.
"I'm going to go find Steve." Bucky said climbing back on the elevator.
"Hold on." You said stepping onto the elevator with him. "I need to find Clint."
He stepped off on Steve's floor leaving you on the elevator, preparing yourself to face Clint.
You stepped off on Clint's floor and stood in front of his door. Finally you knocked. You heard a thump, like someone falling out of bed.
"Hold on." Clint called from inside. You realized that he might be with someone. Hopefully Nat. you prayed.
When he opened the door, you froze, suddenly uncertain if you could keep yourself together.
"(Y/n)." he whispered. You took in his shirtless state and his tousled hair.
"Did I interrupt something?" You asked, hoping to break the tension.
"Uh." He said stepping out into the hall, closing the door behind him, confirming your suspicions. Then you were wrapped in his arms. You sobbed into his shoulder as he held you. You could feel his tears wetting your hair. "You're here."
You nodded against his shoulder. Behind him, the door opened, revealing Natasha. You smiled at her as she joined the hug.
"I'm so glad that you're home." She said holding you tight as Clint wrapped an arm around her, including her in the hug.
"So, why were you in his room, Nat?" You asked after the sobbing stopped. Her cheeks turned red as Clint laughed.
Before she could answer, Tony stepped off the elevator. When he saw you, he ran and pulled you in a hug, swinging you around. When your feet were on the ground again, he pulled away, holding you at arm's length, as if to see if you were in one piece before pulling you into a hug again. "You're okay." He kept repeating, more to himself than to you.
"I will be." You said holding him tightly.
"We should go see the others." Nat said once Tony had released you.
Once back in the lounge you were met by more hugs from Thor, Steve and Bruce. You looked around, searching for Loki, but he wasn't in the room.
"I'll be back." You said as you headed for the elevator. You knew where he was, and you had to find him.
When you stepped off of the elevator onto the roof, you saw him leaning against the railing, looking out over the city.
"Loki." You called softly. You knew he heard you, but didn't respond. You went to stand beside him. "Loki, say something." You begged.
He turned to you, his eyes vulnerable. "What am I supposed to say? When I came back to find you gone, I felt like a part of me had died. When I was forced to stand and watch as you were raped and tortured, and I couldn't do anything to save you. I have never felt that helpless. I feel like I can't survive without you. My love for you has made me weak." He spat viciously causing you to flinch. "And yet, I would die if I lost you." He whispered tenderly, caressing your face. "Love is a new concept to me. I feel weak and strong at the same time. When you called my name just now, I was certain that you were just a part of my imagination. Then I saw you, and you begged for me to say something. What I should have said is this. (Y/n), I love you, with every fiber of my being, I love you."
You stood frozen at his confession. You saw the light start to fade from his eyes before you realized that you should respond, but no words would come from your mouth. Giving up, you threw yourself into his arms, crushing his mouth with yours. He kissed you back with equal intensity.
"I love you." You whispered when you came up for air. He kissed you again, softly this time.
"We should go inside." He suggested, letting go of all of you but your hand.
When you returned to the lounge, you found that Bucky had already told everyone about how he had saved you. When you sat down, you couldn't help but notice the hard looks Bucky was giving Loki, who had yet to relinquish your hand.
"So, who was this guy?" Nat asked.
"His name is Drew. We dated a few years ago. I thought that I was in love with him, but he was just using me to get to Clint. One night, he started to try and get information from me about Clint, when I wouldn't comply, he attacked me. So I shot him. I thought he was dead, apparently, I should have shot him in the head." You said as you clenched Loki's hand so hard that it had to be going numb, but he didn't say anything.
"He's a dead man." Clint seethed.
"Do you think that he'll come after you again?" Steve asked.
"Not me, I think he's done playing, next time, he'll go for Clint." You said looking at Clint.
"He won't touch me." Clint said catching your stare.
"We should all get some sleep." Tony said after a few seconds of silence. Everyone nodded and stood. You felt Tony place a hand on your shoulder, signaling that you should stay. Loki turned to you, and you nodded for him to leave. When Bucky passed you, he placed a kiss on your forehead.
"I'm glad that I came when I did." He whispered.
You nodded, a little confused as he left. Once everyone was gone, you heard Tony chuckle.
"Someone's jealous." He remarked, pouring himself a glass of scotch.
"What do you mean?" you asked as you hopped up on the bar.
"Bucky, he's falling for you. Can't really blame him, but I feel like he's fighting a losing battle." He said taking a drink from his glass.
"Loki told me he loved me." You blurt out without thinking, causing Tony to choke a little on his scotch.
"He said that, did he?" he asked while wiping his spewed scotch off of the bar. You nodded, suddenly lost for words. "I believe him." He said finally. "He was a wreck while you were gone. He kept saying that we had to save you. We all wanted to, but we couldn't find you. I would have been there in a heartbeat, I would have saved you, if I could have found you. With J.A.R.V.I.S. down, I can't really do anything. I'm working on getting him re-booted, but it's taking time."
"Tony." You said, scooting so that you were right beside him. "I know that you did everything that you could. I know that you would have saved me if you could have. What matters is that I'm here now. I got out. I'm alive."
"No thanks to me." He whispered taking another drink.
"Tony." You whispered, very close to tears. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he demanded. "You didn't ask to get captured."
"But I came here. Because of that, you care about me, and now you're hurting. You all are, and it's all my fault. Clint would have been better off thinking that I was dead. Then he wouldn't have had to watch as I, as I was." You couldn't continue because you were crying too hard.
Tony pulled you into his arms. "Hey, none of this is your fault. You have no control over what we feel. I could have seen you on the street somewhere and decided that I care about you. None of this is your fault (y/n), do you understand me?" he asked pushing you away a little to see your face.
You nodded. He sighed and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Go to bed, (Y/n). Everything is going to be okay, you'll see."
You walked into your room and saw someone in your bed. At first you assumed that it was Clint, but on further inspection, you saw that it was Loki, asleep, waiting for you. He opened his eyes when you crawled into bed.
"Hey." You said sleepily as you snuggled up to him.
"Hello." He said, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer.
You froze slightly, realizing that you were in bed with Loki. Feeling you tense, he looked down at you.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"We're in bed together." You whispered, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.
His laughter shook the bed. "Is that what you're worried about? Relax love, I won't do anything, I promise."
"Oh." You said, slightly disappointed.
"Unless." He started. "Unless, you want me to?" he said, phrasing it like a question.
"I just." You started, but lost your nerve.
"You just?" he prompted.
"I just want to forget." You whisper.
"I can take the memories from you, if you want." He suggested softly. You shook your head. "Then how can I help you forget?" he asked almost desperately.
You laid there, not speaking. You knew that what you wanted could make him feel like you were using him.
"(Y/n), please, tell me what to do." He whispered, holding you closer.
You said nothing, just leaned up and pressed your lips to his. Slowly you started to deepen the kiss, until he pulled away.
"(Y/n), are you sure? We don't have to, we can just-." He said before you cut him off by pressing your lips to his.
"I want this." You said, pulling him closer. "Please." He sighed and pulled you closer than you thought was possible.
"Just tell me if you want to stop." He whispered as he captured your mouth with his again.