A/N Thank you for all the reviews! I'm so excited! I'm almost at 100! :D

This is the longest fanfic I've ever written and I'm sad to see it come to a close.

So this is part two of three in the epilogue.

I apologise for my lack of Clintasha...wait till part three. Believe me!

But this is necessary. Since Tony/Steve had their happy ending in the past chapter...I had to give out a few more.

I couldn't leave Bruce alone. You may hate the pairing. I'm sorry. But it's cute.

And I couldn't leave the Loki thing hanging...

So enjoy!

Epilogue 2

Next Year All Our Troubles Will Be Out Of Sight

To Natasha and Clint's utter amusement, Bruce was yanked up from his chair at breakfast and dragged away by Tony. The Slytherin led Bruce over to an empty table.

Bruce looked up at Tony, giving him a confused look. "This is what you got me for Christmas? I mean, it's really nice, but..." He trailed off, not understanding the point of the gift.

"Just wait one moment," Tony grinned at Bruce before hurrying off in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, getting Pepper, "You're going to love your present Pep," It was killing two birds with one stone, really. She stared at him confused, but followed him over, used to his eccentric behavior. Once, she had a massive crush on him. But now she would laugh in anyone's face at the prospect. Her and Tony? Please. The boy would probably drive her insane.

"Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts. Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner," He introduced the pair, knowing that the two were in the same house but never really spoke. He grinned at his successful couple, the two looking adorable together. Mostly because they looked so confused. For smart people, they were a little bit stupid.

"Oh, hi?" Bruce mumbled, a sudden wave of confusion and nervousness washing over him. He stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, wondering what this was all about.

Pepper had remembered Tony telling her about Bruce. He was the werewolf with some self esteem issues. "Of course, hi there," She smiled warmly, sitting down across from him, "So let me get this straight? We are each other's present?"

"See how smart and perfect she is?" Tony grinned, nudging Bruce, "Exactly, Pep. A blind date. Sorry, I'm bad at gift wrapping. I was tempted to tie you both up in sparkly ribbons and bows but then I realised that was probably a little bit too kinky for a first date. Merry Christmas," He chimed, so satisfied with himself.

"I'm hardly perfect, thanks Tony," She shook her head a little, "Blind date? Well that's new...go away Tony."

"Well sorry for wanting to watch my success," He muttered, but obeyed her, leaving to the regular table. Bruce smiled weakly at Pepper, not really sure of what to say. He was horrible at talking to girls, and had never really been on a date. "You look really nice today..." He tried, hoping not to sound too awkward.

"Bye sweetie," Pepper called after Tony, before turning her attention on Bruce. "Thank you very much," She chuckled, "You're not so bad yourself."

"Hmm? Oh, thanks," Bruce replied, wondering if she was just being nice. "So you're good friends with Tony too..?" He asked, eyes on her.

"I am the person who has the misfortune of the title 'Tony Stark's best friend'. Outside of your group, I'm the person he talks to. I keep him in line," She couldn't help but smirk a little. It was a recurring joke between her and Steve, that if Tony misbehaved too much, she'd sort him out.

"Well someone needs to watch after him. Always getting himself in trouble."

"Yes. Well we balance each other out. I keep him in line, and he keeps me from being the boring girl I could be," She teased a little.

"Oh, no, you don't seem boring." Bruce assured her, eyes locking on her pretty smile. "Tony does have a very unique definition of fun, so."

"Oh don't I know it. So tell me about yourself," She rested her chin in her palms.

"Well, I don't know what you want to know... I'm really not that interesting," He said, avoiding the whole werewolf topic. There was a pretty good chance that she would have heard the rumours by now. And although this girl wasn't his first choice to date, he could never have Natasha, so she seemed like a good alternative. Slowly, he had been getting over Natasha the past month. That was really because he saw how happy his best friend was. And how the pair had slowly been falling in love. Pepper might just be his ticket to fully getting over Nat. She really was gorgeous, and had a reputation for being a nerd. A cute nerd. Which meant Bruce was instantly attracted.

"I'm sure you are. You're really smart right?" She pressed, hoping to make him feel a little less nervous.

"Kind of, yeah, I guess I am," Bruce shrugged. "I'm just really good in class, so everyone kind of assumes. That, and I read for fun."

"Well I read for fun too," She smiled, "My mum always gives me the Muggle books she read growing up."

"Oh, really? I read some Muggle books, too!" He replied, trying to get into the conversation more. He didn't want to scare her off

"Cool. So shall we address the elephant in the room?" She arched her brow, giving him a look. She leaned in closer before dropping her voice, "I know...I'm technically ginger, but I swear I have a soul," She joked, wanting to lighten the mood. His secret wasn't that big of a deal to her.

Bruce's breathing almost stopped, wondering how much she knew. He was incredibly relieved when she just joked about herself. He couldn't help but chuckle, genuinely happy that she didn't seem to know. Though everyone seemed to have gotten the clue. People had been kind of cruel. Some hexing him, trying to get him to turn, others turning their backs on him, calling him freak, and monster.

"You're not a soulless ginger. I can tell," Bruce offered her another smile.

"And you're not a scary monster. I can tell. Now that the stereotypes are out of the way, let's enjoy our date," Pepper's voice was firm, and she held eye contact with Bruce, until the wide-eyed boy eventually nodded.

Thor had skipped breakfast in Hogwarts, instead meeting his parents outside. St. Mungo's Hospital had finally granted the Odinson's visitation to Loki. The past month, the boy had been kept in isolation. Thor genuinely had no idea what they were doing to their brother. Perhaps trying to perform medical spells on him, to fix his mind. Perhaps taking a more Muggle route, and getting him extensive therapy. Maybe they were acting like the characters in that Muggle film, he had caught Loki watching last year. The one about the Cuckoo's nest. Thor had caught the end, and it made him feel uncomfortable. Would Loki have to suffer from a...what was it called? Lobotomy? That horrible Muggle procedure Loki had told him about? That was before Loki found out that he was an adopted Muggle born. And grew to despise everything about the Muggle world. He missed the days of Loki's curiosity. The days when the pair would steal a television together, and attempt to set it up, and Loki would shove him out of the way, demanding that he knew best. Which he usually did. Up until last year, at least.

Of course the whole evil Muggle procedures wouldn't be the case. The whole family had been reassured Loki was in a responsive, and slightly more stable state of mind.

But that didn't stop Thor's imagination from playing up. His parents kept trying to keep him calm as they aparated to the hospital. There was a slightly bitter atmosphere to the building. Filled with people who wouldn't be going home for Christmas. People still suffering from the war, all those years ago, were still in there. Still, they had tried to liven the place up with Holly, and wreaths, and tinsel and bright colours. There was a very slow Muggle song drifting through the corridors, trying desperately to keep the place cheerful. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." Thor scoffed at that. How would they be merry? When Loki wouldn't even be home for the holidays.

Thor paced about the waiting room, his parents deciding to go in first. He had considered joining them, but he did want some privacy with Loki. Just wanted a memory of being alone with him, that didn't end in fighting, threats, or Loki's crazy cackles. Eventually his parents emerged, tears in both their eyes. Well, his mother was outright crying. His father seemed a little bit more composed. "You can go in," The healer said gently to Thor, sensing his nervousness.

Walking into the room was harder than he imagined. It was nice. The colours used were neither Gryffindor, or Slytherin tones. Instead soothing baby blues, and whites. Which is why Loki stood out. His dark hair, now cascading down his shoulders, having not been cut in a while, caught his attention. And the brown straps around his brother's wrists, keeping him attached to the bed in case he had en episode, were also prominent in the colour scheme.

When he properly looked at Loki, his brother's eyes lit up. Something he hadn't seen in ages.

"B-Brother?" He asked timidly. The word alone was enough to have Thor tear up. But Loki's tone was hard to hear. Soft, scared, nothing like he had heard the past few years.

"I'm here," Thor replied, his voice just as quiet. In two large strides, he was across the room at his bedside. "It-It's good to see you," He added.

Loki nodded, looking vaguely off into the distance, his expression pensive. "I killed someone," His gaze eventually snapped back to Thor.

Thor didn't reply, he just dropped to his knees at Loki's bedside, clasping one of his bound hands between his own.

"I performed the worst spells imaginable. I tortured. I killed. I don't deserve to live," Loki continued, dropping his gaze to stare at the pale blue blankets.

That Thor had to respond to, "Loki, brother, you did do some awful things, okay? But we couldn't let you die. Our family- Mother, Father, I...we love you so much," He whispered, his grip tightening as his vision blurred a little. "You deserve redemption. You deserve a second chance."

"I don't," Loki's voice was shaky. His gaze flickered down at Thor, meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I know. I know you are," Thor bowed his head, it hurting too much to see the pain in his brother's eyes. "You're going to get a second chance. Soon you'll be out of here. You'll be home with us."

"I won't be allowed magic," Loki replied thoughtfully, not sounding too upset.

"That doesn't matter. We will all love you just as much. Okay?" Thor pressed, burying his face in the sheets, still clutching Loki's hand. "I don't know why you think we don't want you. Or love you. Just because you're not linked by blood, doesn't mean-"

"It does-"

"No! Loki! It doesn't. We love you," Thor's voice was firm, "I love you."

"But why? I killed one of your favourite teachers. Hurt your girlfriend, tortured your roommate," Loki listed off, as Thor tilted his chin up.

"You are getting better. I could unbind you and I doubt you would fight me," Thor mused. To Loki's surprise, Thor decided to prove it, his shaking hands unclasping the binds. He got to his feet and sat on the bed next to Loki.

"See. You're getting better," Thor murmured, wrapping his arms around Loki, gathering his brother close to him.

Loki blinked back tears, "I'm glad you're here, I was worried I'd never see you again. Never get the chance to tell you-" He cut off, his hands clutching Thor's robe.

"Tell me what?" Thor asked curiously, resting his chin on the top of Loki's head.

"That I'm sorry," Loki mumbled, curling in closer, "That I do love you. And that you are my brother."

A/N So I'm a sucker for happy endings. I hurt Natasha, made Loki crazy, tortured Clint and killed Coulson. I figure you all deserve some fluffiness! So here is christmas!Fluff with sprinkles of angst!

Let me know what you think! Review please!