When we finally arrived, we walked into the large metal room to see Loki standing at attention in front of the door. It was weird being on the other side of the glass for a change.

Loki had a mischievous grin spread across his face the second we walked in.

"Oh has the man of metal and blood traitor come to visit?" He hissed.

"As a matter of fact we have, Loki." I said.

"Not father or dad? Such a shame," he said.

I had to take a breath I really wanted to punch him, even though I had minorly controlled my power, it was still hard not to hate Loki.

I walked up closer to the cell of the door.

"Loki, please you don't have to be like this, let me help you."

"Oh but I do have to be like this little one, it is who I am. I don't need your help."

"I know I sound like Thor saying this, but I know you, you are better than this. Loki, you are different from everyone, the past has already come and gone, the future has yet to arrive, right now is a gift that's why it's called the present. You treat it like your death. Please Loki I know that you can be good."

I saw a flicker of resentment in his eyes, but he pushed away till I could say something.

"Then I guess that's what makes us the same child, we both live in the past, yet look to the future?"

I cursed him for that.

"And what about you metal man? You are one who knows so much, yet so few. Who can calculate the precise moment a person your size would die if they had a noose around them. Who can know just how much force it would take to kill yourself if you pushed a blade through you? " Loki said coolly looking past me.

I looked at Tony, he shrugged. Had he seriously thought about . . . that?

"Oh, have you not told your new best friend that death is a constant visitor into your palace of a mind? Shame," Loki laughed then walked away ending the conversation.

"Come on Steph, we are done here." Tony glared at Loki then turned around to walk out.

I followed him out in silence.

"Is it true?" I whispered not daring to look at Tony when we were out of the room.

"Stephanie Musgrove look at me." He commanded.

My eyes shot to him.

"Thank you, don't worry about it. I have never taken it seriously. I see everything in numbers, so it's not uncommon to look at a piece of rope and figure out the math, or to look at a piece of sharp metal and figure out the force. All of it is always pushed to the back of my mind I swear." Tony continued.

"Tony, just don't ever think you aren't important. I know that if you left a lot of people would be terribly upset."

I leaned over and gave him a caring hug; he seemed surprised at the gesture, but he slowly returned it. After a couple seconds, he pushed me away and looked me in the eyes.

"I heard that comment, about you being more dispensable than the Avengers, that's not true. You are in this with us. I know people would not be happy if you died. Clint is finally happy after years of sadness; Bruce is surprisingly glad he isn't the only one that needs temper control, Capsicle's happy that everyone is not fighting, Natasha is happy she's not the only girl on the team, Thor is happy that even if for a second, Loki was happy. I'm happy that you ignore everything bad about me. In short the team has actually stopped fighting since you arrived, if you left we would fall apart. Whether you like it or not you are part of the Avengers."

I smiled at the words, but a small part of me knew they were a bit empty.

"Now come on, they're going to think something happened to us."

We walked back and Natasha instantly rushed to me.

"What happened?"

"Uh, nothing really, He just tried to mess with us but that was it." I said not daring to look at Tony for fear I would give something away.

Clint seemed to be seeing something that no one else was. He gave me a questioning look, but I shrugged it off.

"Well, we might have to try later." Natasha sighed bringing me back to reality.

"It may have been because two people were there. If only one were to go, he might be more inclined to talk." I whispered more to myself than anyone.

"You have to be the one to do it." Natasha said as everyone stared at me.

"Why, I'm a kid, he might talk to you more. Besides Natasha, you're better at interrogation than anyone."

"That's where you are wrong. Loki is your dad; he might slip and say something to you. Also, he knows what get on my nerves." Natasha responded.

"I guess that's true, fine I'll do it, but only if we grab something to eat first. I'm starving."

With that, we all headed towards the mess hall. I noticed the whole time I couldn't look at Tony the same and Clint knew something happened but he didn't want to bring it up, at least not yet.

AN-

Sorry if this one is a bit all over the place, I've been dealing with 1,000+ things recently so ya. So I want to give a special shoutout to one of my reader: LittleMissZero, seriously guys this girl is awesome! Check out her stories and her art. Go to deviant art and look up 'LittleMissZero" p.s sorry too all those who saw this before, my computer was flipping out.