Hey, so here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it xxx
To Ali (Guest): I guess it is a little creepy that Steve is kissing a 15year old but she likes him anyway and well, as you said, she's old enough to kick alien butt anyway xxx ;)
Chapter 14: Loose-Ends
It was a few seconds before I realised that I was kissing Steve back, my arms locked around his neck and his carefully placed around my waist.
Someone cleared their throat behind us and I grudgingly released Steve to look at those behind me; the other's in the Avengers Initiative group were there, looking expectantly at us and I noticed that Bruce was back to his normal self as well as Tony being out of his Iron Man suit, which had long ago lost power.
"Sorry to interrupt your little bubble of joy but… Where's Reindeer Games?" Tony asked, curious and I grimaced.
"Ah fudge." I cursed, annoyed. "I'll get him." I offered, beginning to walk towards the elevator.
"No you're not!" Steve snapped, grabbing my arm.
I jerked my arm out of his grasp, scowling. "You can't stop me!"
"Want to bet?" He challenged and I raised my eyebrows.
"Sure go ahead – you're too honourable to hit a girl anyway." I taunted, as he swung and I laughed, ducking the punch easily.
"Cap, she'll be fine. I would've gone after him myself, but my suit's lost power." Tony stated, shrugging innocently.
"SHUT IT STARK!" Steve and I chorused, glaring at each other each of our tempers reaching breaking point.
"This is ridiculous – each moment we stay here arguing, Loki gets further away!" I pointed out and Steve glowered at me.
"I don't care, I can't lose you!" He snapped and I raised my arms in the air, fuming.
"For the love of hell, you won't!" I cried, but the answering scowl I received told me his answer.
"Steve, I'm going and that's final. Thor, give me a lift please." I asked, returning to my normal composure and Thor chuckled, before nodding.
"Certainly, Miss Foster." He chortled, before picking me up and soaring through the air and I scanned the streets, looking for Loki.
"There he is!" I cried, pointing down at the ground and Thor descended hastily as Loki ran away, panicked, his green cape flowing out behind him.
I dropped to the floor as Thor loosened his grip on me and I immediately gave chase after Loki, through the nearly deserted streets of New York City.
The God of Mischief, as he was known, was fast but his stamina was very low and he was out of breath in no time, while I was easily maintaining a steady pace and breathing rate. He gave up after a while, leaning against a building, panting and I stood calmly next to him, barely breathing heavily, not even needing to lean against the building. Thor caught up to us and raised his eyebrows at Loki, who scowled, averting his older brother's slightly scolding eyes.
"Careful." I warned warily. "Is he a clone?" I asked but Thor shook his head and I raised my eyebrows, questioning.
"Loki's clones can't get tired, or breathe – and no one is that good an actor, not even Loki." Thor pointed out and I shrugged, seeing the point.
Loki took our minute of chatter as distraction and tried to make a run for it, but I stuck my leg out, making him trip over, falling onto his face. I dragged him off the floor and pushed him at Thor, glaring at the defeated god in disgust.
"C'mon, let's go back to Stark Tower." I snapped, annoyed and we walked the way back there in silence, Thor easily carrying Loki over his shoulder, as if he were a sack of potatoes.