Loki was now alone in the shop. One by one his customers, friends, had left for their respective homes, jobs, and evening meetups. Some left in groups, chuckling down the road. Some left alone but gently reassured that everything would turn out fine in the end. Leeman had been the last to go. Loki shook him awake, handed him a pastry for the road, and sent him on his way.

Once Tea and Potions was empty Loki began to clean. Flour seemed to dance through the air into the trash can. Tea and coffee stains slithered across the floor and eventually made it into the sink drain. Violins and pianos played in the background. As Loki moved through the shop he softly sang along with whatever language swirled in the air.

Everything froze when someone knocked on the door. Chairs hung in midair. Various cloths paused mid swipe as they worked on cleaning the counters and tables. A few streams of tea faltered which only seemed odd because the tea had been climbing up a cabinet to get to the sink.

Loki looked up as the person knocked again. It was the man from earlier. The man who had make Loki tense up and barely breathe. Without really thinking the action through Loki waved his hand in a come here motion so the door opened.

Vincent stood outside for a few seconds. He had heard that mutants were coming out more often. There were even rumors that some of his co workers might have some special gifts they were keeping under wraps. It's not that he was against mutants he just didn't understand…

"Some guy came up to me earlier today and explained that I was a bit curt when I stopped here for my lunch break. He said that you own and run this place. You bake constantly. You created a family here."

"That was Leeman," Loki sort of whispered in between Vincent's sentences.

Handing the mug out between them as a sort of peace offering, "I didn't realize who I was insulting when I came in here. I just wanted coffee after incompetent moron broke the coffee machine." A mumbled sorry which is a bit half hearted by that point ends Vincent's apology. Once Loki takes hold of the mug he turns and begins to walk out of Tea and Potions.

Loki held the mug close to his chest and he took a few steps after the man who was walking out of his shop. "...Thank you, sir, but all this probably wasn't necessary. I appreciate it but it's not truly your fault that I…" Loki sighed. It should take far more than a few mean spirited words to cause him to panic. One unknown customer shouldn't cause him to tremble in his boots. He had been lucky up to this point that patrons to his shop were kind but it was quite likely that more people would be like- "What's your name?"

Vincent turned to look at Loki. All of a sudden it clicked in his mind; the name, the scars, the magic. "You're not actually a mutant. Fuck. You're Loki. I read about you. Wasn't supposed to but the files about New York were just sitting there. Redacted and whatnot. You're the guy who attacked and created the wormhole in the sky. I had friends and family nearly die in that attack and the subsequent villains who decided it was time to wreck some havoc. And here you are having panic attacks and serving tea!"

Vincent marched up to Loki. His words were getting louder. He was yelling by the end, hysterical, and unable to stop.

Loki curled in on himself. Maybe he should have used a fake name. But even when Fury first made their deal Loki couldn't bare the thought of losing another thing. Yet now here he was being threatened because he couldn't live with a fake name when running his business in order to somehow stay alive.

Taking a step back Loki put up his hands as if to surrender. His reacquired mug dangled between his fingers.

"And to think that I ate and drank what you make. I payed money to a murder for coffee!"

Mouth held agape Loki fought his trembling body so he stood up tall. "I did not mean for so many to die. I did not wish for so many to be hurt by my actions. I should have have been pushed time and time again for my actions in ways you do not deserve to know. Nor could you possibly be fit to understand what I faced. I am not a threat to you or your people. So...so just leave me be." Loki was standing tall but his voice was fading in power by the end. A shaking hand reached for his lips and when he looked down he half expected them to be covered in blood.

Vincent turned and walked out of Tea and Potions.

Loki knew he should do something. Maybe he should chase after the man, see what he was planning on doing. Or he could run to Tony for a solution. If he could turn back time maybe he would have simply used a name other than his own. In reality, Loki went back to cleaning and locking up.