When word of their relationship reached the curious ears of a certain Tony Stark, both Loki and Natasha knew they were doomed. The billionaire irritatingly made it his mission to ensure that each member of the team was aware of the rather scandalous situation, and when Clint finally came storming into Natasha's bedroom with his fists clenched and his eyes bright with rage, it had been nearly impossible to calm him.
She'd mentally cursed the narcissistic Avenger in every language she'd known as she'd attempted to explain to Clint why she was seeing Loki. It had all started innocently enough, after they'd been forced to cooperate with the former prince due to a pressing threat that had required all the help they could get, and she'd really hated him in the beginning, had tried her best to ignore his snarky comments and mocking smirks.
She'd also tried to avoid punching him in the face, but had failed miserably when he'd insulted Clint, both of them standing in a lonely hallway in the middle of the night. She could still remember the raw surprise in his green gaze as he'd rubbed his cheek, grinning widely.
It had all gone downhill from there. Clint, as expected, was both furious and incredulous, rushing out of her room to track down Loki and deliver swift justice.
She'd only barely stopped him in time, and could have sworn she heard Tony's distant laughter as they stood before the door to Loki's room.
