Hey everyone! New chapter up already! I got a lot of writing done for this one by the time I finished my last chapter yesterday, so yeah. I've been writing like a maniac recently, because I just got some really good ideas for future chapters and my brain keeps saying, "Must write it down!" XD Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

I lay on my stomach on the bed, facing the backboard and resting my head on my crossed arms. I had finished crying a while ago, but my eyes were still puffy and red. I was hiccupping every once in a while from uneven breathing. My nose was runny and I had to constantly sniff to avoid getting up to get a box of tissues. God, I hated crying with a burning passion, and my current state was disgusting to me, however, the idea of never being able to see Loki again saddened me much more than my current, disheveled state. The thought of that upset me much more than it would have years ago. Back then, I would have simply said "good riddance" and moved on with my life, but now I missed him more than I ever thought possible. He couldn't simply teleport to me, either; Steve had made sure of that. Jarvis was ordered to keep me under constant surveillance, and, to make sure that I wouldn't find a loophole, the artificial intelligence was also ordered to ignore anything I told him to do that involved undoing the block, stopping the surveillance, or anything similar that was along those lines. Damn technology.

Thankfully, they still had not found a solution on how to sever the mental link between us, so I was still able to talk to him and keep in touch. I let out a deep sigh; the events of today were stressful to say the least. If it were up to me, I would've gone out to get some ice cream or something, but I was stuck in the tower for a while. It was horrible. I was Rapunzel, forever stuck and locked away in the tower with no hope of getting out, and the prince that would've attempted to save me was forever banished from the realm. Yeah, perhaps I was overdramatizing it, but that's sure as hell what it felt like. Man, love sucked.

I heard a faint knocking and inwardly grumbled. I did not want to see anyone right now. I buried my face into my pillow and mumbled, "Go away before I murder you."

A faint voice responded, "Robin? It's me, Ayame. It's time to eat. Wanna eat up here or down with the others?"

I sat up, somewhat baffled. I had a choice? I thought I wouldn't get one with how bad things were earlier. "Up here, if I have a choice. I don't wanna talk to the others right now." They all probably already knew about what happened by now. And one thing was certain. I did not want to bring all of that drama up again.

Ayame opened the door and nodded, "Okay, I'll bring some pizza up, then."

I slightly cheered up, "Pizza? Is there bacon on it?"

She nodded, "Yeah, there's at least two pizzas with bacon on them."

"Cool! I'll have ten slices!" I absolutely loved bacon.

"Ten?" Ayame asked in disbelief, "How could you eat ten slices?"

"I'm hungry, that's how!" And, as if in agreement, my stomach growled obnoxiously loud.

She giggled a bit, "I'll bring you four and see how hungry you are afterwards, then." She disappeared for a moment and returned with two plates of pizza slices. She sat down on the bed next to me and handed me one of the plates. "Might as well eat up here with you," she said, "You looked really sad, so we can have a pizza party or something."

I smiled slightly, "Oh, all right. Just as long as we don't invite the others to play stupid games like strip poker."

"Yeah, we won't," she answered, "I know how much you hate that game." She was right, I hated that game with a burning passion of flaming hell. I just absolutely hated exposing myself in front of other people. I was still scarred from my childhood and I did not want to explain where they came from. The memories were too painful to bring up.

"We could play a different kind of card game, though," I suggested, taking a slice of pizza and eating it. I had soon devoured two slices in about a minute. I just didn't realize how hungry I was until I started eating.

Ayame looked at me, and then threw a random piece of bacon at my. The sliver of meat bounced off of my cheek and I turned to face her, giving her an odd look. "Cheer up!" she said, "I miss your crazy, psycho, pyro self!"

I shrugged, "Eh, I don't know if I can. I'm kind of in deep shit right now and I won't be able to see him again."

She immediately knew who "him" was, "Oh, Robby, it won't be forever, right? You just gotta let time run its course and things will straighten out, you'll see," she said, trying to reassure and cheer me up.

I sighed, "I hope you're right."

She smiled, "It'll be fine. Now, let's take your mind off of things with some card games, drinks, and chocolate."

I smiled slightly, "Sounds good."

Pretty soon, Ayame and I were seated on my bed with a deck of cards. We had invited Stark and Bruce to play with us, since Stark was too laid back to care about earlier and Bruce was too nice to ask about it. We each had seven cards in hand and a Three of Spades in the center of our little circle. Next to the card were a Two and Five of Diamonds. I searched my card hand and pulled out a card from the fan. I grinned brightly and put it in the center, "King of Spades! Highest trump card!"

Ayame grinned, "I think not!" She placed her card down, "Ace of Spades, bitches! I win!" She dragged the pile of cards towards her.

I sighed; she managed to take my pile, which meant that I was losing my bet. I said I'd get two piles and I had none so far. We were playing a card game called "Oh hell" where the players started with seven cards and would make a bet with how many piles they'd win for each round. If they were right, they'd get at least ten points or higher, the number depending on how many piles they got. If they got over or under their said amount, they would lose points. How the player won a pile would be when they'd have the highest trump card, which matched the suit of the card placed in the middle at the beginning, or the highest number of a suit everyone had if no one had a trump card or if there was no trump at all. The round lasted until all of the cards in the players hand were used, and for each passing round, the number of cards in hand was decreased by one card. I grabbed a card from the deck and placed it on the table and turned it over. It was an Ace of Diamonds. Aces in the middle meant that there was no trump. I glanced at my hand, kept a stoic face and looked to everyone. "Stark, your turn."

Stark nodded and grinned, setting down a Queen of Hearts. Bruce set down a Two of Hearts and I threw out an Ace of Hearts. Ayame sighed and set down a Five of the same suit. "Yes! Got one!" I cheered and pulled in the pile.

Stark chuckled and looked to Bruce, who had no piles yet. "Wow, you suck at this game," he joked.

"I just don't have any good cards," Bruce replied, "Besides; I bet that I'd have no piles by the end of this round, so I'm hoping that I don't get any!"

The game continued on like this for a while. I had managed to make a comeback in the next rounds and ended with me in first place, following Bruce in second, Ayame in third, and Stark last. He was rather bitter that he lost, which in turn made me laugh a bit. Ayame was right; this did take my mind off of things. Congratulations on your victory, Robin, Loki chuckled softly.

I smiled, Thanks!

"I can't believe I lost!" Stark grumbled.

I giggled, "Well, then you should have made more careful bets!"

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

And just a side note, the game played in this chapter is an actual card game. I didn't know if anyone heard of it, but I learned of it through my sister's fiance. I probably messed up a bit with the little rule explanation, but whatever.