~Loki dances like a butterfly in the Mexican desert...that is all. He just needs a hug! Hug Loki!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Though you all know that, I have to say it for legal reasons.

Jessie

It was about two days after meeting Steve. I awoke to the smell of waffles and eggs, sausage also peppering the air. Pulling myself out of the bed, I stretched out my arms and back muscles. Dressed in only a loose fitting pair of grey sweats and a baggy Black Sabbath tee shirt that I had stolen from Tony, I exited the guest room and followed the smell to find Steve making breakfast.

"Morning, Steve," I smiled tiredly at him, rubbing the sleepy out of one of my eyes as I yawned. He turned around, grinning at me. He was dressed in a paid of navy blue sweat pants and a grey tee shirt with an apron on. This was the second time I had awoken to the wonderful smell of Steve's food. Walking up to him, I began helping with finishing the eggs.

"Good morning, Jessie. Sleep well?" Steve asked, placing batter into the waffle maker before moving over to flip some sausage. His calm blue eyes watched me as I fixed the eggs. I learned that Steve always woke up early. Since he was up early, he made the food.

"Can't complain. You?" I finished up the eggs and moved on to getting out four plates, two glasses, and two mugs. Tony always liked a cup of black coffee first thing in the morning, his second cup would need a packet of sugar. Bruce would usually prefer coffee, with a little creamer and two packets of sugar. Steve, from what I saw yesterday, liked milk with his breakfast. I, on the other hand, liked juice or coffee. Today, my choice was orange juice.

"Just the usual," Steve shrugged, beginning to place one huge waffle on each plate I had set on the table as I poured his milk and my orange juice. He began dishing out eggs as I moved on to preparing the two scientists' coffees. Once everything was set, we heard movement. Steve and I were sitting across from each other when Bruce came out from around the corner, stretching and yawning in his light grey long sleeve collared shirt and black slacks. His hair was messy, showing that even though he had remembered to dress nice, he was still just waking up. "Morning Bruce."

"Hi," he took his seat next to me, noticing the coffee and shooting me a thankful smile before taking a long sip from the steaming mug. I smiled, taking a bite from my waffle.

"Where's Tony?" I asked after about five minutes of silent eating.

"I saw him go down to his workshop last night," Bruce shrugged, taking a bite out of his eggs as he looked up at me. Sighing, I knew how Tony got when he submersed himself in that lab of his. I got up from the table and began moving towards the elevator. "Where are you going?"

"To go haul his ass up here," I called over my shoulder before getting into the elevator.

Entering Tony's workshop, I spotted the genius tinkering with bits of metal. He didn't even look up as I walked behind him and placed a hand on his back. In the softest voice I could muster, I whispered his name, "Tony?"

Jumping slightly, Tony turned to look at me with wide eyes. Rolling my own eyes at him, I used one of my hands to take a napkin a wipe the grease off his cheek. He looked away, muttering something about his suit needing repairs or some new upgrade.

"Your suit is perfectly fine, you can play with it later. It's time for breakfast. Come on, I made your coffee," I began leading him out of the workshop, although he seemed reluctant to go. "Black, just like how you like it."

"Aw, you do care," Tony smirked, causing me to give him a light shove. When we entered the elevator, JARVIS's voice met my ears.

"Sir, you have a guest," JARVIS announced, causing me to look around on instinct.

"Who is it?" Tony asked, his voice sounding rough from disuse.

"It appears to be Mr. Laufeyson, Sir," JARVIS informed him, catching my complete attention as my eyes widened and I began wishing the elevator to go faster. My heart skipped a beat or two, stuttering to a whole new rhythm as I recalled the emerald eyes and alabaster skin. The doors opened and I looked into the lounge area to see Steve and Bruce on each side of a couch that held a familiar figure. Familiar, except for the fact that his alabaster skin was sapphire blue with white lined ridges and his eyes that seemed to go right to me was blood red, reminding me of how my own used to look when Violante took control.

"Loki?"

Short chapter, I apologize, but I needed to end it just like that. :P

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