Tony woke early the next morning when sunlight came through the open curtains and onto his face. He grumbled and turned over, shading his face. As he turned, he glanced towards Loki's bed.
It was empty.
Tony jumped up and looked around the room quickly.
'Jarvis'
'Yes, sir'
'Where's Loki?', Tony demanded
'In the living area of this floor, sir'
'What's he doing there?'
'Attempting to make breakfast, sir. I suggest you help him, as he refuses to accept help help from a "disembodied android", and I do not know how capable he is with our technology', replied a peeved sounding Jarvis.
Tony smiled in relief and sauntered over to the living area. He leaned against the door frame and watched the demigod. Loki had his back to the door, and was looking at the coffee machine with frustration.
'Hey, Reindeer Games.'
'Stark. I thought you to be asleep', Loki replied, with only a slight twitch of his head showing his surprise.
'I was'. Tony walked over to the counter island and leaned on it. 'I see you can't figure out the coffee machine', he said, grinning. 'It must burn you to have come so close'.
Loki flushed self consciously. 'I would not expect you to use unfamiliar Asgardian technology, Stark', he retorted angrily.
'Hey, it's ok, Loki, I was only kidding. Do you want me to make you something?'
'A coffee, if you would', Loki replied, relaxing a little.
Tony moved around the island to the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons. The machine started gurgling, and he became extremely aware of Loki, who was standing just next to him watching what buttons he'd pushed. To his disappointment, the coffee was ready a moment later and he had to move away so Loki could get the cup.
Loki took his coffee and a piece of fruit from the bowl on the bench and sat on a stool at the island.
'You all good here? Not going to break anything, chuck anyone out a window?'
'No, Stark. You have my word that I shall not cause damage to you or your property for the time being'.
'Ok, well that's comforting. I mean it though; no breaking stuff', Tony said, pointing at Loki as he walked out the room.
Loki smiled to himself. It was strange how comfortable he felt in the home of an enemy. It was good to get a little peace. Unfortunately, it felt all too much like the calm before the storm. He knew it was only a matter of time before Thor grew impatient with him, and if he was unable to transport back he would feel the full force of Asgard's fury.
'So he's not trying to escape or anything?'
'No. He's just sitting there, drinking his coffee', replied Natasha. She put the binoculars down and turned to face Clint. 'It's weird. I don't like it'
'He must be up to something', he replied. 'Any ideas what he might be doing?'
Natasha shook her head. 'Nope. And Tony should really be keeping an eye on him.'
'He probably is'. Clint reached out and took Natasha's hand. 'It'll be ok', he said. 'I know you're worried. Don't even try to hide it. I know you far to well to fall for your usual tricks'.
'I'd just feel better if we were in there with Bruce and Tony in case anything happens. We're too far away from them, Clint. If something goes wrong we might not be able to help in time'.
Natasha pulled away and went back to her binoculars. 'I think Fury might have made the wrong call this time', she said softly without looking at Clint.
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