A/N Hello! I'm back, in a surprisingly short time frame. I'm impressed with myself. Anyway, I asked if anyone thoughts about a good pairing and I would like to thank jesskalynn4 for recommending our beloved man out of time.

I agree.

I love how adorable those two are together, so now we have some background Steve/Loki. Sorry if slash isn't your thing—Oh goodness, I've never written it before—but others seem to like the idea as well.

I own nothing (like a dagger to the heart every time I say that)

"You are jumpy today Brother," Thor observed, staring gently over at the green eyed God beside him.

Loki spared the thunderer an annoyed glare, "I am fine Thor." He snapped, turning away quickly before the man could catch the flash of fear in his eyes.

He would be jumpy until the day his body perished, and there was nothing he knew that he could do. It was only a matter time now...

You think you know pain?

He jolted when the slimy voice resounded in his head, fingers automatically clenching into a tight fist. Thor blinked, almost feeling his brother's discomfort as the younger shifted, his breath quickening. He reached out a hand hesitantly, placing it on Loki's bicep carefully.

"Brother?" He asked gently, letting his concern show as the younger God turned to face him.

Loki's brow furrowed, annoyance dancing on pale features, "What?"

"You..." Thor hesitated once again, at a loss for words, "You can trust me Loki. That is all." He finished, removing his hand before the raven haired man did it for him.

Loki frowned deeply as his brother looked away, turning to engage in a conversation with Banner. Twin green eyes bore into the back of a blonde head as a sharp mind mulled over the words delivered.

"You alright there Reindeer Games?"

Loki turned at the familiar name, facing the man across from him with a guarded gaze. "Why would you even care?" He asked airily, blinking lazily at the man once again.

Stark looked thoughtful before he decided to just go with honestly, "Quinn likes you." He stated simply, shrugging his shoulders.

Loki smiled, "You don't sound too pleased with that." He pointed out, cocking his head to the side as Tony shifted and snorted.

"I'm not. But I'm not going to tell her to disown you or anything," He waved off, "Anyway, you didn't answer my question."

"I am fine." He snapped, already bored of conversation with the mortal.

Tony smiled, showing teeth, "No you're not. That may work on Point Break but I have a few less screws loose then him."

Loki shook his head, "I do not need your concern, nor do I need his." He decided, looking down at his lap and studying the familiar leather.

He will make you long for something sweet as pain

Closing matching emerald orbs, Loki tried to relax, forcing the memories from his head. Stark still studied him, arms crossed and gaze hard, from across the Jet. Thor had long since dropped his conversation with Bruce, now turning to watch the steady rise and fall of Loki's chest.

It was a comfort knowing that, even after the events of his banishment and the events of New York, his brother was still breathing. Even if he wasn't the brother Thor remembered, the one that use to stare at him with admiration and follow him to the ends of all the realms with nothing but blind trust. He was still Loki.

On some degree at least.

"New York's recovered quite well, thanks for asking." Stark spoke again, wrinkling his nose as the thick silence on the Jet was shattered.

Loki's eyes shot open, quickly locating the one who had once again interrupted him. Eye's narrowed as he thought of a reply, but someone else bet him to it.

"But it seems you still haven't repaired your tower." Steve pointed out, a smile tugging at his lips.

Tony frowned, opening his mouth, "I'm sorry?"

"The letters." Steve reminded everyone, looking around to see if anyone else understood what he was speaking of, "You know, he had Stark plastered on the side. Now there's only an 'A'"

Tony smiled, shaking his head in amusement, "Ah no, that was done on purpose." He chuckled, wondering how the solider didn't get the reference.

Steve looked sheepishly, a red flush climbing up his cheeks, "Oh... I uh, thought... Sorry." He finished in a mumble, the team laughing softly.

Thor's eyes seemed to light up when he heard a familiar purring chuckle, turning to watch a small smile take over his brothers thin lips. Reality seemed to fall upon the young God's shoulders though, and the smile was short lived, a frown taking over and the amusement dying from his eyes.

"We're almost at Stark Tower Sir," The pilot claimed, barely sparing them a glance as he flicked a few dials, seemingly getting ready to land the aircraft.

Tony sighed, "It's actually The Avengers Tower." He stated, nodding to himself as he saw the glowing A in the distance.

"As of when?"

"Now." Tony said stubbornly, cocking his brows at the Pilot and just waiting for an argument.

The pilot knew better than to engage Stark in a verbal battle of the wits and turned back to face his dials and buttons. The team once again shared a chuckle at the antics of a member before silence fell.

Broken only by the resounding voices in Loki's head.

"So, I just... punch?" I questioned the ceiling, prodding experimentally at the bag in front of me.

It swayed lightly under the assault, swinging back towards me and causing me to skitter back nervously. I honestly don't know how it had happened but I had been convinced to travel down the tower, finding a relief for boredom in the training floor the Avengers loved so much.

I wasn't loving it.

"I believe so," JARVIS replied, waiting for me to engage in battle like the others often would.

I blinked and poked the bag again, cocking my head as it moved yet again. "Right." I commented, nodding to myself and assuming a stance I had seen boxers do on the television.

I bounced lightly on my feet, clenching my hands into fists and squeezing my eyes shut before lashing out. My fist hit the bag and I yelped, instantly cradling it to my chest.

"Why the hell would they do this voluntarily?" I demanded, shaking out my hand.

I could've sworn the damned A.I laughed at me, "They wear gloves or wrap their hands Miss Daniels."

I froze from my frenzied shaking, "Oh," I said dumbly, looking down at my now red knuckles. "That explains a lot." I decided.

I looked around after my declaration, eyes mapping out the room in search of the gloves JARVIS had spoken of. My eyes landed on crimson red boxing gloves, resting gently on the opposite side of the room.

I hummed happily and moved over to them, picking one up in each hand and juggling their weight. "And these go on...like this." I muttered to myself, forcing my hands into the tight confines.

After whacking my hands together a few times I nodded in acceptance and moved back to where I had previously been standing. I sighed deeply before shrugging and with a thought that went something like What the hell, I swung out again.

I closed my eyes against the inevitable pain but felt nothing. Cracking one eye open, I peeked at the bag watching it squirm before settling. Chuckling, I jumped from left to right bashing my glove-clad fists together.

"Woo, did you see that!" I exclaimed, beaming like a proud parent.

JARVIS answered quickly, "I did Miss Daniels, very well done if I do say so myself."

I beamed again, this time directing it at the ceiling before letting my gaze fall to the bag. "Okay then, take two," I mumbled, once again bouncing left and right.

"And..." I began, drawing my fist back, "Swing!" And with that I punched out, harder than the last time and watched the bag swing far back. I smiled and lifted both hands in the air before the bag swung back, hitting me in return.

I yelped and fell to the ground, coughing and holding my stomach. The bag continued to swing helplessly, mocking me with every precise movement.

"And the bag wins. You know, I'm a little disappointed."

I turned at the familiar voice, groaning as Tony waltzed over to me with a smug grin. "Not funny," I whined, curling in on myself and coughing again. "What the hell are those bags made out of?" I asked.

Tony knelt down in front of me, "Oh you know, the usual. Broken dreams and embarrassing memories." He informed me, smiling at my weakened look. "You throw a good punch though; I just don't think you were expecting to be hit back."

I looked up with a groan, noticing the others behind him wearing matching grins, "You think?"

"Nice try though," He patted me on the back, still unable to wipe the infuriating grin of his face.

"If you don't stop smiling at me and internally laughing, the bag won't be the next thing I hit." I threatened, looking up to meet a chocolate gaze with a dark glare.

He backed off then, lifting both hands up in surrender as I pushed myself up, groaning the whole way. It wasn't so much from the pain of being knocked over, but more the embarrassment of being caught while I was down.

"Need help?" Tony offered, pursing his lips as he tried not to smile.

I muttered a curse under my breath before growling at him and standing, wavering on the spot slightly. I blinked hard before smiling faintly, "Now, I've officially decided to stay with baking apple pies."

"Oh come on, with a little more practise..." I almost turned to give Tony a thankful smile before he finished his sentence, "You won't stay down from getting your ass kicked by a bag for so long."

I pointed a gloved hand at him, "Someone isn't getting dessert tonight." I warned, before frowning at my hands and waving them around, trying to shake the gloves off.

"Someone's got a black eye from a bag." He retorted, shrugging again and smiling when I wrinkled my nose at him. "So, I don't really see—"

His sentence was cut short when one of my gloves flew of my hand, hitting him square in the face effectively shutting him up. I snorted out a laugh when I saw the expression painting his features.

"You know, if I knew that hitting you in the face would shut you up, I would've had a pleasant past few weeks." I observed, grinning when his dark glare latched onto me.

He huffed and turned, glaring when the others laughed at his childish loss. I smiled as I forced the other glove off my left hand, leaning down to pick up the other one from where it lay innocently on the ground.

"Problem?" I asked Tony, biting my cheeks against a smile.

He took a deep breath in before turning and shaking his head, "Nope," He declared, clucking his tongue as he moved back towards the others.

I shook my head and followed after him, smiling at the others warmly and then turning to face my latest friend, "And?" I questioned the green eyed God.

He sighed, his bad mood shining in his eyes, "I am staying." He informed me, nodding once before dropping my attention and going back to his pouting self.

I nodded, "Good, we haven't finished watching the Twilight Saga yet." I reminded him before smiling softly at his horrified expression.

Loki turned to his brother, "Thor I wish to return to Asgard."

Thor chuckled, clapping Loki on the shoulder before walking back the way they had all come. Loki watched after him, the same expression still plastered on pale features, "Thor? I wasn't jesting." He claimed, following after him.

I blinked a few times watching as the others filed out after the two Gods, before sighing and looking down towards the gloves in my hand. Compared to the bright red my hands were pale, small and weak. I grimaced and threw the gloves to the side as quickly as my hands would allow.

"Hungry?"

I turned the upper half of my body, meeting Tony's gaze before shrugging and sending him a feeble smile, "Sure," I mumbled moving over to his side and walking out with him.

Okay, another chapter that had no real significance... I didn't mean for the battle between Quinn and bag to last half the chapter... Oops.

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-Taila