My shortest chapter! It was required and didn't fit in the chapter before it nor the one after, so I present to you a mini-chapter.
Natasha stared out her window. They had three days until Thanos would be here: three. She glanced over to her dresser to see the crystal that Loki had given her. It had been a week since he gave it to her and she had yelled at him and called him a monster.
The way his face went from anger to impassive had made her wonder if she would live to see the sunset. It turned out that she had worried for no reason. Loki seemed chipper the very next day. He acted like nothing had changed between them. But then again, he didn't give her those looks anymore. There were no more visits. She had told him that she didn't want anything to do with him and he took her at her word.
One week. It had only been one week since that had happened yet she already missed his fingers on her. Those fiery kisses and that damn smirk of his. She missed having him as a toy and being his toy. If she was honest with herself she might admit that she missed him.
Natasha sighed and fell back into her bed. How long will it take Fury to clear me? Natasha found herself pondering on the question again and again. She had told Clint and Steve that she broke her phone and that's why they couldn't call or text her. Natasha also wondered if Fury would tell Clint why she was suspended.
Three more days, she told herself. Three more days and she could fight and be done with all of this. Three more days and she would be rid of Loki and the magic. Three more days and they would save Earth.
Natasha glanced at the crystal. Three more days and she would be rid of Loki. It was a good thing. So why did it feel like such a bad thing?
Bruce paced the lab as Tony put some final touches on his suit. It had been like this for a week. Bruce had been in a state of disarray since Natasha and Fury's talk. He fully believed that Loki would take that magical energy out on them.
Tony wasn't as convinced. He had read the stories on Loki and knew him to be quite the ladies' man. Now Natasha might make him mad, but he was more likely to take it out on her than them. Maybe Fury.
"Loki's been in his room a lot," Bruce commented. "Doing magic."
"Thor says this is how Loki prepares for battle," Tony told him.
"I just have a bad feeling is all," Bruce paused at the tablet which had the magic program running. Loki was in his room and he was glowing white.
Thor made his way to the kitchen. It was the quiet time before a battle. He disliked this time. People would overthink the battle and almost let the enemy win without even stepping on the battlefield. He paused as he noticed that his brother had ventured out of his room. The god of mischief was sitting at the table and was looking out the window to the moon.
Thor grabbed to beers out of the fridge and sat next to obviously distracted brother.
"We're going to win," Thor pulled the tops off the beer and slid one to Loki.
"Hmm?" Loki caught the beer before it slid off.
"We're going to win," Thor repeated.
"You seem so sure," Loki looked back out the window.
Thor took a drink, "I know we will."
Loki turned to look at him.
"Because we fight together," Thor nodded to him.
Loki rolled his eyes.
"Hear me out, brother." Thor grinned. "We have fought against incredible odds and we have never lost."
"Oh, like how you managed to get an entire race of giant spiders to try to eat us," Loki took a drink.
"What about the fight in Vanaheim?" Thor suggested.
"Also your fault," Loki sighed.
"We should have died and we did not," Thor told him. "It's because we fought side by side. When you are by my side, I know we will win."
Loki looked into his brother's smiling face, "to brothers!" He held up his beer.
Thor's face erupted into a bigger grin. "To brothers!" They both raised their glasses to each other.
It wouldn't matter. He doesn't even care. Natasha sighed as she walked down the hall. I was nothing more than some toy to play with. I don't need one last go. I don't need anything from him. Natasha tried not to think about his face. He was actually angry with her. She hadn't seen him get angry with anyone like that besides Thor. Well angry like that and not attack. Because he needs me in this fight. Possibly. She frowned at herself. He gave me a necklace so I wouldn't get hurt to keep me out of the way. How is that needing me? Maybe he needs me some other way. Natasha shook the last thought from her head.
She looked up to see Loki going to his bedroom. "Loki."
Loki paused and turned to look at her.
"I was thinking," Natasha began, "about going to the gym. I need someone stronger than Clint to fight."
"Ask Thor," Loki told her. "He tends to take it easy on Sif anyway. I'm sure you will still get a work out." He turned back to his door.
"Maybe we can work out together," Natasha told him.
Loki turned to look at the woman in the face. It was possibly as close to an apology as the Avenger could ever manage he assumed. He understood what she wanted from him. "I'm busy."
Natasha watched as Loki quickly entered his room and then shut the door. She swallowed the lump in her throat and headed back to her own room. Trying not to hope that Loki might be waiting in there. She knew she'd be disappointed if she did.
I hope that you liked the last two chapters. I did just post them within like 30 min of each other. I still have the next two chapters written but not edited BUT I am going to have them edited-both of them-before I post either of them. Sorry, they are important to me to write them right.
Please Review and I will do my very best to get them out tomorrow.
