AN: Sorry it's been so long but I've been busy with school. I'm not sure when I'll update again. Thanks for all the reviews and everything. Some of you wanted more Loki/Waverly fluff so here it is. Hope you like!

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Chapter Fourteen:

Tony and Bruce had set up a make shift lab in the debriefing room to determine the molecular content of the antiserum Waverly had procured. Clint had joined them, ready to fill his arsenal of skin piercing darts. Meanwhile, Natasha and Steve had been dispatched to the prison where Waverly had been held to stake out the enemy. That left Thor, Waverly, and Loki to sit and wait 'til Fury called them to battle. Loki, disguising himself with his magic, escaped down into the lobby of the hotel before Thor could head him off for some "brother bonding." Loki's disguise? The hipster from the previous morning. It wasn't hard for Waverly to find the god of mischief seated in the hotel's restaurant, downing something likely containing alcohol at the bar. Waverly had changed into a spare set of clothes Natasha had brought, seeing as all Waverly had was her charred hoodie and ash covered jeans. Natasha was several inches taller than Waverly and a tad bit slimmer, so the black skinny jeans were uncomfortable tight around Waverly and the simple red V-neck was a little low cut for Waverly's liking. Oh well, it would have to do. As usual, Waverly finished off her outfit with her porous boots; at least those hadn't been damaged in her recent encounters with the twins.

Waverly slid onto the barstool next to hipster Loki. She snatched his glass of whatever it was and took a swig. Rum and Coke; Loki had good taste, though Waverly wondered how he knew what Coke was.

Loki frowned at her. "You could have asked. Not that I was enjoying it. Midgardian ale is terribly dilute compared to what we drink on Asgard."

Waverly set the glass down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Very lady like. She smiled. "Maybe that's why I started to like you. I was drunk the whole time on Asgard."

Loki's frown deepened and Waverly giggled. "I'm kidding you idiot."

Sighing through his nose, Loki downed the remainder of his rum and Coke and set the glass back onto the bar counter. "You are infuriating."

Waverly elbowed Loki. "But you love me!"

"I question that choice every day of my existence."

As typical, this resulted in an eye roll from Waverly. The bar tender walked by and Waverly ordered a drink for herself and a refill for Loki. It was getting late into the evening now and the restaurant was buzzing with the after dinner crowd, out for a night of drinking and partying. Loki and Waverly were at the edge of the bar, keeping quietly to themselves. For Waverly, this scene reminded her all too well of the nights she would spend in Tarra's bar and try to drink away the pain of Loki's death. Only now, Loki was here; alive and well and beside her. Waverly turned to him and found that he had propped his head up in his hand, his elbow resting on the counter. His deep green eyes looked intently at Waverly, but his gaze was soft, as if he was studying her.

"What?" She asked.

"I am just wondering what you are thinking. You look…" Loki furrowed his brow as he searched for the word. "Troubled. Did the twins hurt you?"

Waverly closed her eyes and sighed. "No, Loki. I was just…" She dropped her head into her hand and sighed again. "I thought you were gone." Waverly's voice was low.

Loki shifted on his stool. He was beginning to feel vastly uncomfortable. He had learned a long time ago he couldn't use his magic on Waverly, nor could he play with her emotions, without feeling extremely guilty. Loki gingerly draped his arm around Waverly's shoulders and with a flick of his opposite hand, a spell moved her barstool closer to his without the surrounding mortals noticing. Waverly looked up at the god again, mildly surprised. Loki's expression was soft. Waverly had only seen him look like this once before; after she had bandaged his injured hand back in his cell on Asgard and he had kissed her.

"Waverly, I am so deeply sorry to have hurt you." Loki leaned towards the woman and the two rested their foreheads against each other. "Please forgive me."

Waverly couldn't help but smile. Her stomach wiggled with pleasure as it always did whenever Loki became soft around her. She laced her fingers in between his. "I forgive you."

Next to her, Loki smiled ever so slightly. He gripped her fingers tighter, letting the warmth she always brought to his skin spread from his hands and into his chest. He turned his head ever so slightly so that he could bury his nose in her hair. She smelled like the remnants of a fire, but underneath that, she smelled like water lilies. Loki wasn't quite sure how he knew what the Midgardian flower smelled like, but he knew it was a smell he associated with Waverly.

Waverly slipped her head out from underneath Loki's chin and tilted her face up to kiss the god of mischief. Just before her lips met his, Clint appeared next to them.

"I figured you'd be here. Good lord," he said with exasperation, "Are you trying to make everybody in here puke?"

Waverly turned and scowled at her brother. Why did older brothers have to ruin everything? "What do you want, Clint?"

Clint held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Don't bite my head off. It's time to go. Tony and Bruce finished the antiserum. You can swap spit with Loki later."

Waverly punched Clint in the arm. "Maybe you wouldn't be so annoying if you just made out with Natasha already." Waverly slipped off her barstool and stalked out of the restaurant.

Loki sneered. "She's got a point." He patted Clint on the shoulder mockingly and then followed Waverly.

The team was assembled outside the main gate that opened to the old dirt road that serviced the prison. Night had fallen and the only light guiding the team was the eerie neon glow of the antiserum in Clint's darts. The plan was that the two spies would slip into the building, locate the enemy, and then Clint would hit them with the darts. Then the rest of the team would join them, restrain the twins, and then face The Other. Once Cinder and Ash had been restrained, Waverly was to guard them, armed with Clint's dart gun, and keep them subdued. Waverly was not at all happy with this. She wanted to be with the rest of the team. Loki and Clint were adamant that she stay behind and play baby sitter. Her hands were still bandaged so she wouldn't be much good in a fight.

Looking at the prison in the distance, Waverly could tell it had changed since earlier that day. The watch tower was a smoldering pile of rubble. Waverly had a bad feeling.

She didn't get time to voice her concerns. Clint silently slid the gate open and then he and Natasha disappeared in the dark. The rest of the team waited in silence until one of the assassins came over the radio to initiate part two of the plan.

Far too soon, Clint's voice came over the team's earpieces. "Uh, Waverly, I think you should see this."

Waverly put her hand to her ear, activating the microphone that would pick up her voice and transmit it to Clint. "See what?"

"Just come in here. In the prison yard."

"I will go with you." Loki said.

Waverly nodded. She slowly pushed the gate open and headed toward the prison yard. Loki followed her closely. Waverly was glad he had decided to go with her. Something in Clint's voice told her she wasn't going to like whatever it was she was about to see.

Waverly met up with Clint and Natasha. They were standing in the middle of the prison yard where Waverly had met with Remmy before he helped her to escape. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and Waverly felt a blanket of ash under her feet. Not too far from them were the ruins of the watch tower. There was something behind Clint and Natasha but Waverly couldn't see what it was.

"What is it?"

Clint stepped aside and nodded at whatever was behind him. Waverly took a step closer and bent down to get a better look. She gasped and fell backward, tumbling into Loki's legs. What she saw made her stomach churn. It was Remmy, at least it was his body. He was burned severely and tied to the burned remains of chair. "Oh my god."

Loki bent down and helped pull Waverly to her feet. She swayed on the spot, tears filling her eyes. Loki steadied her.

"It's Remmy." Waverly's voice was hoarse. "He's… he's dead."

"What happened to him?" Loki asked. Even he was disgusted by the way Remmy appeared to have died, and that was saying something.

"Tyson." Waverly said. "It was Tyson. He killed Remmy because he helped me escape."

Clint and Natasha exchanged a glance. "Well," Natasha said, "I guess we're just after Cinder then."

Waverly nodded. "I can't believe he killed his own brother. His twin."

Loki pulled Waverly closer to him. He didn't like the fact that Remmy's death disturbed her so (Loki was a tad jealous) but he also didn't like Waverly to be in pain. "The Other poison's the minds of his minions. He gets them drunk on power."

"Is that what happened to you?" Clint asked.

Loki shot the archer a glare.

"That's for the comment about…" Clint glanced at Natasha. "Never mind. You two get back to the others. We'll radio you when we find Cinder."

Loki and Waverly were creeping through the dark back to the rest of the team. Waverly was still shaken up about seeing Remmy. Loki walked with an arm around Waverly. "Did you have feelings for him?"

Waverly looked up at Loki. "Did I… what?"

"Did you have feelings for Ash, I mean Remmy?"

"No." Waverly held her head in her hand. "I was only with them for a few years at the orphanage. I don't really remember them. They were like brothers to me. I just… I can't believe Tyson would do that." Waverly was struggling to hold the tears back.

Loki really didn't know what to do. He simply allowed Waverly to lean into him and cry. They had reached the rest of the team. "What was that all about?" Tony asked. Over his Iron Man armor he wore a trench coat to mask the glow of his arc reactor. Next to him, Bruce crouched in his human form; the Hulk wasn't built for stealth. Thor and Steve also looked curious.

Waverly took a breath and looked at Loki. "I can't."

Loki nodded. "They found the body of the one called Ash. It appears they pyrokinetics have turned on each other. Barton and Romanoff are looking for Cinder."

Tony whistled. "Make's our job easier."

Waverly shuddered. Loki scowled at the billionaire and Bruce shook his head.

"Stark, do you have no tact?" Steve asked.

"You want a tack? What for Rogers?"

Steve sighed. "Just shut up Stark and wait for the signal."

"You've eliminated the traitor?"

"Yes." Tyson stood in the prison cafeteria, looking out at the prison yard. Two dark shapes were moving across the yard heading towards him and The Other. They had just passed his brother's body. Waverly was there a few minutes ago, Tyson could feel it. She had looked at Remmy before leaving the yard with Loki. Tyson had no idea it was Loki, but The Other said he sensed the god of mischief's presence.

"Our enemies are walking into our grasp. We will soon have our revenge."