MyLadyAssassin: Haha, alright, I copy. Got you, don't worry about it. I suppose I'm just... well... paranoid about the story as - in the words of Tony Stark - 'It takes a while to get any traction.' :P I'm glad you liked the chapters, and I hope you approve of this one :D Loki defending Elizabeth was actually something which I planned on later - but then decided that they needed a bit of a push for right now. I know, having his POV is a great thing, as I hate the stories that *don't* have the guy's pov. Don't get me wrong, I love Jane Eyre... but I just wish there were a way to get into Rochester's head, do you know what I'm saying? Well, I hope your computer is doing better now, that way you can review sooner :P I'm just kidding, review when you can.
Iinvalidzz: I hope this was soon enough. :)
Koryandrs: Well, originally it meant... a few things actually. As there are three stories with "LTA" on their title, unfortunately they don't mean Lizzie's adventures. Good idea, but not the case. :) First was 'Loving the Avengers' then it was 'Ladies of the Avengers' (Though that was more of a joke) Then it became a Latin phrase which I came up with which is: Liberum, Temptatio, Amore. Which is loosely translated to, "Freedom, Trial (or temptation), Love" Which kinda embodies all my characters, and what they have to go through. That, and each story has a word. For Steve's story: Freedom, as that is what Captain America is all about; For Bruce: Trial, as he has to go through a lot with being the Hulk; for Loki: Love, because that's what he really needs in his life. Does that make any sense?
issywig123: Thank you so very much :D I'm glad you like it. Hopefully you continue to like it as we progress. Please, leave a review on this chapter, I'm looking forward to hearing from everyone. :)
Surprise surprise, we have a chapter one week ahead of schedule. Hopefully that makes you all as happy as it makes me :D Thank you Lithia Sunset as usual for your beta'ing. :) No Loki/Lizzie interaction, but its more to understand our OC's life. Also, huge shoutout to those who have followed and favorited within the last week since I updated. I love you all, and I'm looking forward to seeing your thoughts - feel free to leave a review. :D
"Laoise darlin' how are ye?" Elizabeth heard for the umpteenth time come from another relative who had come for her birthday. Laoise. Her 'Irish name' which everyone insisted on calling her. The reason? Because her Irish family members weren't too keen on the fact that her mother had named her such an English name. It was an Irish thing. She was 'Laoise' and Isabella was 'Brigh'. That was how they had been christened, and that was what the Donovans would use until the end of time. This time it was Great-Aunt Matilda – or 'Tilly' as she was called – who had flown in from Cork especially for the occasion.
"I'm very well, Aunt Tilly, are you enjoying yourself? You certainly look like you are." Lizzie asked, motioning to the glass of alcohol in her aunt's hand and waving to a cousin who lived in upstate.
"Aye, I'm well dearie. What's it like being twenty-one, eh? Pretty big for you." Tilly replied, "And Brigh."
Lizzie looked toward where her sister was introducing her boyfriend to an uncle of theirs. "Well, she got to have her day yesterday... it's my turn now."
Tilly laughed, pulled her down slightly, and Lizzie held in a wince as it was the arm which had been burned the day before. "Any mischief tonight, dear?" she asked. Lizzie smirked, looking toward her grandmother who simply raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps." she replied, "We'll see..."
At that moment, she was called away by her twin cousins – Michael and Patrick, who were both 25 – affectionately nicknamed the Weasley twins. It was a family joke, as the two young men were just as mischievous; in fact, it was they who fueled Lizzie's penchant for it. It all began with a prank which the boys had played on the then ten-year-old Lizzie, where they had put honey in her bed – which backfired as she upped the ante, teaming up with Bella to booby trap their room. Ever since, when they were in the room together, they were known as the 'Three Terrors'.
"What do you want?" she asked them as she poured herself a drink, she was enjoying the freedom with which she could drink now, and was taking full advantage of it.
"Enjoying your drink?" one of the twins asked, and Lizzie assumed it was Michael based on the fact that Michael had a fondness for the color red – which he was sporting.
Lizzie looked down at her glass. "What did you do?" she asked suspiciously.
The other twin smiled widely, "You'll see." he said mysteriously. "You enjoying your night? I mean, you only turn twenty-one once right?"
"So I've been told, but with you guys at my party I worry." Lizzie replied, her brown eyes still looking warily at her glass. Something was up, and she assumed it had to do with retaliation.
She could still remember their faces when she – and the rest of the family – pulled a prank on them for their twenty-firsts. It was Lizzie's greatest achievement when it came to pranks, the one she had done just for the twins, as the grandness truly surpassed all others – in both reaction and money, she could still remember blowing a couple thousand dollars of her hard-earned cash just to do it. Simply put, she had turned both boys' bedrooms to look like hospital rooms, complete with monitoring equipment which she had borrowed from her Aunt Molly. Cousin Jenny had been more than willing to join in as she was a make-up artist, and was happy to assist.
In short, she had made both boys believe they had gotten so drunk on their twenty-firsts that they had been involved in a car accident... launching them into a thirty-year coma. In the family it was considered recompense for their rather hellish reign as the prank kings – and also ending their reign. Lizzie was the family's Prank-Queen, and unless another family member rose up to take her throne, it was very possible she would remain so.
"So, what did you do?" she asked Patrick again.
The boys exchanged a look, then gave a meaningful look at her glass. "We said you'll see." they said in unison, walking off.
Although she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them – which wasn't far – she knew that trying to get information out of them would be like trying to get water from a rock. In other words: impossible. Going to the kitchen, she got another drink, the drink in her hand far too suspicious to indulge in now.
"Hey, you alright?" Bella's voice came from behind her with a chuckle.
Lizzie smirked, "I feel like I'm some kind of damn sheep... and I'm about to be led to the slaughter." she replied, "The boys have something up their metaphoric sleeves, and I'm fighting both curiosity and anxiety. Is that odd?"
"There is nothing which isn't odd about you." Bella replied, "But tell me something, how are things going up at Wayne Tower... I mean... Stark Tower."
A loud laugh came from Elizabeth. "You know what, if I didn't know better I would think that Batman was based off of Tony Stark... good thing I know better."
"They would probably be best friends if Bruce actually existed." Bella said.
"Or worst rivals." Lizzie replied, staring at her drink... there was something funny about it, but considering her knowledge of alcohol was limited she shook off the feeling. "Tell me, how's... Daniel holding up?"
Bella looked out into the living room with a chuckle. "He's trying to deal with the overall Irishness of our family." she replied, "Which is proving to be difficult."
"I'm sure he'll manage." Lizzie said, "If he's serious about you."
Her twin scoffed, "He's not."
"Oh, that's pleasant." Lizzie replied.
"You know something, perhaps if you weren't so lonely, you wouldn't be so cynical." Bella retorted. Lizzie simply glared at her. "As your older sister-"
"Six hours older." Lizzie interrupted.
"–I'm the one who must look out for you." Bella continued her blue eyes narrowing at her sister.
Lizzie's face turned incredulous. "Yeah, because you have experienced everything before me... oh... wait..."
Bella just shook her head, "You have to move on Lizzie. Not every guy is like Alex, you should know that by now."
"Zip it." Lizzie spat, taking a swig of her beer. It was starting to affect her, but she couldn't help but shake off the feeling that the boys had something up their sleeves – speaking of sleeves, she lifted her own to take a look at her slightly-red arm.
"You never told me how that happened." Bella commented.
"Because I can't, Bella." she replied.
"I'm your sister I think-"
"I work for Tony Stark, and am currently allowed in his private apartments." Lizzie stopped her, "As of right now, I am privy to certain information which I cannot reveal yet. You'll find out eventually, but not right now. It's too dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Bella's tone turned to worry. "What exactly are you getting yourself into?"
"Bells, I'm in the building with a group of superheroes. One turns into a giant green guy when he gets mad; one dresses in a suit and flies around New York; one is from the 40s, and is a scientific experiment; two are deadly assassins; and one calls lightening down from the sky. I think it's safe to say that I'm not in Kansas anymore." Lizzie retorted.
Bella looked contemplative, "Liz... I heard that there was a... guest in Stark Tower."
"Did you really?" Lizzie replied sarcastically. "I can neither confirm or deny such claims, I'm afraid"
"Who is it?" Bella continued, unfazed by Lizzie's attitude.
The brunette stared at her sister for a few seconds. "I can't tell you... you'd get mad."
"Why would I get mad? Do I know him?" Bella's eyes widened, her voice lowering to a whisper. "Is he – you know – one of them?"
Lizzie shook her head, "Nah, we left them behind a while ago." she replied, taking another sip "There's no way they'd be able to track us down... I don't think they can't remember us."
"Are you sure about that?" Bella countered, "Because you di-"
"Bella! Lizzie!" Cousin Keira called, popping her head through the door. "Seanmhathair said it's time to cut the cake."
The twins instantly got off the counter, pretending they hadn't just been discussing a sensitive topic as Lizzie reached into the fridge to get the cake.
Loki stood out on the balcony of Stark Tower, trying to see the stars. So far they had been veiled to him, the smog of New York causing for only the brightest to shine – and only very dimly. He wished that he had his magic, so as to clear a patch of the fog... but he didn't, and that fact alone made him rather depressed. However, what little he could see did soothe him in a way, and despite himself he imagined he was back in Asgard, with Frigga pointing out the different constellations. They were different here than there, but it still did the same for him.
While outside, with only his thoughts to occupy him, he wondered if his mother knew what was going on. He had no doubts that Heimdall had reported to Odin of various things which had happened ever since he arrive on Midgard; but he wasn't sure that Frigga knew. Out of his entire fake family, only Frigga was the one that he truly was sad that he disappointed. She knew what it was to not truly belong; after all, Thor wasn't her son... then again, neither was he.
"What are you doin' out here, Smurf?" Tony's voice came from behind him. "Enjoying how the pollution enters your lungs in a poisonous fume?" Loki ignored the man as he sat down beside him, chuckling. "Too bad you're not Lizzie, she would have given a nice retort. Probably would have quoted Lord of the Rings or something..."
"Why are you here, Stark?" Loki growled, speaking for the first time.
"He speaks!" Tony exclaimed. "Eh, I'm just here to be a thorn in your side. Do you mind?"
"If that is the case, then yes I do." Loki replied.
Tony snickered. "Well, too bad."
"Honestly Stark, one would think that you are simply here to be a mindless dolt. Surely you have some reason to come out and bother my solitude." Loki finally said.
"Alright, alright," Tony conceded. "We're all a bit curious, is all."
"About what?" Loki inquired, though in reality he already knew what it was that caused the Avengers to be curious. Quite frankly he felt the same.
"About why you wear a horned helmet." Tony's sarcasm shone in his tone as Loki gave him a quizzical look. "About why you did what you did yesterday afternoon with Lizzie of course!"
"Ah, naturally your curious natures would turn to that slight." Loki said.
Tony scoffed, "Hey, you're the one that made a scene. We just want to know why you decided to suddenly stick up for a girl who you've made obvious you hate?"
Loki shrugged, "I assure you, it had nothing to do with her." he said. "The proud Midgardian was more my target-"
"Uh-uh, I'm not buying it." Tony interrupted. "If you wanted to kindle Powerpuff's fire then you could have done it in a different manner. He's going to be around here for the next – well, however long until Mr. Purple comes a-calling – so you'd have ample opportunity to irritate him."
"Why I do what I do is none of your business Stark." Loki retorted, "If I say that it was because I wanted to irk the man, then that is the reason." he stood up from his place on Tony's chair, making his way back into the apartment.
"Why is it so hard for you to admit you care about Short-Dark-and-Pretty?" Tony asked.
"I couldn't care less about her, Stark. So I don't know what you're talking about." Loki replied, "So unless you intend to remain in your childish imaginations about what motivated me to interrupt... Storm." he spat the name. "Then I think you need to accept facts. Elizabeth is of no consequence to me."
"Right, because you helped her with her burn for no good reason." Tony said.
Loki sighed, "I didn't help her, Stark." he said quietly, "In fact I probably gave her frostbite."
"Sure you did." the billionaire replied, "Bruce said that if you hadn't intervened her arm would probably had been worse."
The Asgardian's eyes snapped to Tony's. "How bad would it have been?" he asked, biting his tongue immediately after.
Tony smirked, as Loki had exposed his true thoughts. "Burns work in a way that even when the cause is gone, the burn keeps destroying the tissue underneath. The sooner the burn is introduced to cold, the better. Had you not intervened, and as quickly as you did, she would have burned a bit deeper and probably it would have been more painful." he explained, "As for the frostbite, apparently there was no proof of it, or very slight. You didn't hurt her. Though, I'm not sure why you helped her in the first place."
Loki still didn't know what had caused him to do what he did, but he wasn't willing to admit it to Tony. "As I said before, I have my reasons."
The billionaire's eyes darkened. "As long as those reasons are not manipulation, or anything which will harm her, then I have no qualms." he said.
"What do you take me for, Stark? Better yet, what makes you think that I could manipulate Elizabeth?" Loki asked. "I sincerely doubt she'd allow it."
That seemed to make Tony happy, and with a large smile he nodded. "Well then, I'll leave you to your depression."
"Whatever gave you the idea that I was depressed?" Loki asked, "I most certainly am not." his green eyes shone with a strange emotion... was it fury?
"Well, then I'll leave you with thoughts of butterflies, unicorns, and rainbows." Tony said, getting up and heading to go back inside. "By the way, just so you know, none of us like Powerpuff Boy, and we've actually set up a little way to keep him away from Lizzie."
"Whatever made you think I wanted to know that, Stark?"
Tony shrugged, "Just thought you should know." and with that, he left Loki to himself once more. Only now the trickster was irate at what the Avengers were assuming.
No doubt the next time he saw Elizabeth, he would set the record straight.
The next morning, Lizzie awoke with a clear mind – as if she hadn't been drinking the night before in any way. Getting out of bed, and placing her mechanical locket watch around her neck - a birthday present from her grandfather on her mother's side from years before - she went downstairs to find her family gathered in the family room... putting up decorations for the party. Confusion immediately flashed through her mind.
"Oh, there she is!" Bella exclaimed, embracing her sister in a tight hug. "We thought you'd died or something, you've been asleep for ages."
Lizzie looked at Bella suspiciously. "Didn't you say that yesterday morning?"
Bella tilted her head, "Are you alright? – Hey, you didn't start partying before you turned twenty-one did you? I mean, I'm a little hungover this morning, but I'm twenty-one now Lizzie! I can do that."
"Why would I drink at your party when mine was only twenty-four hours away?" Lizzie replied slowly, "It's just – you said the exact same thing... what day is it?" she clicked open her watch, noting that it was currently 9 o'clock in the morning. She looked at the clock on the stove, and it recorded the same time. She let out a sigh of relief.
"The second." Bella answered. "Why?"
"Either I'm having a Groundhog Day moment, or I had an excessively intricate dream last night; where all of my birthday occurred, and I had a few shots of whiskey." Lizzie said, turning around. "It still only comes once a year right?"
"Last I looked, Liz." Bella replied, "My birthday was last night, and yours is tonight... remember?"
Lizzie began getting flustered. "Well, yeah, but... Bells, I didn't... you know..."
"What, Liz?"
"You know... turn... time... go back a day." Lizzie lowered her voice to a whisper.
Bella looked at her with a giggle. "Lizzie, I think I'd know if you did that. I'm not so drunk from my own birthday to have lost a day, sis. Today's the second."
Lizzie looked around, running a hand through her hair as she sighed. "It seems so familiar." she said, her voice light as if far away. "Is today really the second? You're not playing with me are you?"
"Lizzie, I think you would know if I was lying to you." Bella said, "Wouldn't you."
"Well, yes," Lizzie replied, "But – you know, you did say the same things yesterday..." she trailed off as she heard a very light snicker. "Who's that?" she asked, coming around the corner to see a redheaded cousin standing there, his look-alike standing next to him. Suddenly, it all clicked, and the pieces of her mysterious puzzle came into place. "You!" she shouted, pointing to her sister with wide eyes. "You little-" she stopped, spinning to face her twin cousins. "I should have known you two-faced – you told me to watch what I drank. I should have known – what did you put in it?"
"Hangover medicine." one of the twins replied.
"I googled every way to cure a hangover," Lizzie replied. "There is no way to make it happen that fast." her arms crossed over her chest, a brown brow raised in skepticism.
"Sure there is," the other twin added, mimicking her stance. "We're chemists, remember?"
"We can do anything as long as we have the ingredients." the first said.
"And get away with it because it's called..."
"Science." they said in unison. Bella suddenly started laughing at Lizzie's look of complete shock; she hadn't been expecting this, but Bella could see that the brunette was impressed.
Seanmhathair came from the kitchen with a smirk on her face. "I suppose this is where I say: you got your comeuppance, Elizabeth. If you don't want to be played, then you shouldn't do the same."
Lizzie laughed, "Well, I must say that I didn't expect that. Congrats, my cousins, I think we can safely say we're even." she paused. "For now that is."
The boys nodded, giving her a hug before they announced that it was time for them to go. Apparently they had stayed just to play this on her, and now they needed to get to work before they got fired for misuse of company material.
When they were gone, Lizzie ran back upstairs. As long as she wasn't hungover, she figured she could get some work done at Stark Tower.
The air was tense at Avengers Tower, as both the Avengers – plus Loki – and the Fantastic Four were currently embroiled in their first meeting. Loki was explaining to the Fantastic Four everything he had been debriefing the Avengers on for the last few days, trying to ignore Johnny as much as possible. Though truthfully, in his mind he was devising a clever way to make sure that the 'flamethrower', as was one of Tony's nicknames, got himself killed first. Bruce was trying his hardest, and considering that Justine was currently with Emma it helped somewhat. Johnny wasn't in the same room as her... he could relax.
Clint and Natasha, however, were the two that made Johnny want to disappear. It wasn't typical that he found himself intimidated, but right now he felt as if they would rather kill him than work with him – which, for the most part, was true. Thor sat stone-still next to Loki, Mjolnir within arm's reach, as if in warning.
Reed now looked contemplative, "This is really going to have to include everyone we can find. Have you contacted Professor Xavier?" he asked.
"We got called Xavier a few days ago," Black Widow replied, "But most of their team is in France, chasing Magneto."
"Who's Magneto?" Steve asked from Loki's side.
Natasha smirked, "He's a mutant version of Loki." she replied. "Hates humans, thinks them below him – you know, just the everyday villain."
"I am not the everyday villain." Loki quipped quickly.
"'There are no men like me' is what you said in Germany." Steve retorted, "You honestly still believe that?"
"Well... yes." was Loki's reply.
Steve looked a little suspicious while Tony let out a laugh. "C'mon Cap, the Smurf is simply egotistical. He'll never admit defeat... even when he's completely helpless."
"I am not helpless." Loki growled.
"I never said you were." Tony replied smoothly, causing Loki to recap the words which he had said in his head. "I said 'When you're completely helpless' not that you are."
A knock resounded on the door, and when none of the men got up to answer it, Natasha huffed and went to get it. Darcy stood on the other side, a screwy smile on her face. "Hey, I thought you should know, there's a guy who said some guy named Xavier sent him. Calls himself... Woolly or something like that." she informed, causing the Avengers to get up.
"Send him in Pup." Tony called, earning a sharp look from Clint.
"I thought you called Lizzie 'Puppy' or 'Pup'." he said with narrowed eyes.
"Lizzie has a new nickname, and Darcy gets distracted like a puppy does. So she's now 'Pup'." Tony explained as Darcy went to get 'Woolly'.
"Dare I ask what you're calling Lizzie now?" Natasha asked.
Tony snickered, "Ah, that's a secret until Lizzie gets here." he replied as the door opened again.
This time, however, it was definitely not Darcy. Steve seemed to recognize him, standing up to greet the man. "Logan?"
The newcomer looked at the Captain, a look of recognition on his face. "Captain." he greeted, "It's been a while since I saw you. I heard you were on ice for a few years."
Steve smiled, "Yes, well, you heard correctly." he said, "I'm surprised to see you still up and about, I wouldn't expect it after... well, so many years."
Wolverine chuckled, stroking his mutton chops a moment. "Well, it's a bit of a long story – and one which I'm not interested in telling." he said, "But I suppose it's good to see you still around."
"I blame the ice." Tony said, "It not only stuck him in the same body without aging, but it also seemed to keep his mind trapped in the past."
Steve purposefully ignored Stark's comment, "I heard you're with the X-Men now?" he said to Logan.
Logan shook his head, "I'm with no one. I just happen to know Charles Xavier, and when he heard that you needed help he contacted me." he replied, finding a seat next to Johnny – as no one wished to sit next to him – and sitting down. "So, what's going on? Airhead in the other room seemed to be unable to give me a good answer."
The Avengers gave a collective sigh, "Well, before we begin, we should probably do introductions." Natasha said.
"I'll do it." Tony said, sticking his hand out to point. "Thor of Asgard, god of thunder, also known as Point Break; Clint, or Hawkeye; Natasha, or as she's known to most of the populous, Black Widow; Loki or – as I like to call him – Reindeer Games; Captain Spangly-Pants you know; Bruce, or the Hulk – so don't piss him off, and as Johnny can tell you, don't make a pass at his girlfriend." Logan smirked at the young man beside him, taking a moment to notice his similarities to the Captain before turning back to the eccentric billionaire. "Reed Richards, known as Stretch Dude – okay, Reed, I don't know your real alias, stop glaring; Ben Grimm, the Thing – aptly named if you ask me; Sue Richards, Invisible Girl except for the clothes; Johnny Storm, who you're sitting next to, known as Powerpuff around here – that's the nicest name for him. Last, but not least, is me: Tony Stark also known as Ironman."
Wolverine scoffed, "Nice little team you have here." he commented. "But what I'd like to know is:" he looked at Loki, "Considering you tried to destroy New York, what the hell are you doing here?"
Loki stared at the man, opening his mouth to answer when Thor did so. "He is here to inform us of our foe. Loki is the only one who really knows anything about him in our realm, and therefore is the only one who can help us defeat him." he said, turning to his brother with a large smile.
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Well, I hope you are as straightforward as you're pretending." he said, "Or you'll find admantium a rather hard metal to cope with in your body."
"I'll try to remember that." Loki said; he took this man a little more seriously than the Human Torch. It was obvious that the threat was not as much pride as it was 'I don't tolerate betrayal.' Loki was able to tell the difference, and begrudgingly respected Wolverine. "Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning-"
"Uh, no need." Tony said, handing Logan a disk. "Here's all of our meetings over the last week, put down on this little discus and ready for your viewing pleasure. After all, we are past the basics, and if you want to know what's going on, you can take a gander later. Sorry Loki, but Jarvis cooked this sucker up this morning after he watched you stru – explain everything to the Fantastics here."
Loki raised an eyebrow at Stark, surprised that the man would be so helpful, and noticing that for once he noticed his near slip-up.
"So I'm coming in in the middle." Logan said slowly, "And you're not going to catch me up first?"
"Nope, you just watch that and you'll be caught up – I take it you're staying the night?" Tony continued, "Drink?"
"Sure." Logan replied, staring at the disk in his hand before pocketing it. "And I'm only staying if I decide that your little group is something I want to be a part of."
"We wouldn't have it any other way, Logan." Steve replied with a smile. "I remember you were a good soldier. It would be nice to have you on our side."
Logan nodded, taking the offered drink from Tony's hands.
"Uh, sir," Jarvis interrupted. "Miss Donovan is here."
"What? I gave her the day off to nurture a headache that she no doubt got last night from turning twenty-one." Tony replied. "Tell her to go home."
"Well, sir, I did remind her, but she said that due to a prank which was pulled on her this morning, she doesn't have a hangover." Jarvis replied.
Tony spluttered. "How did she manage that?"
"Perhaps you should have her explain sir, relay is not my strong suit." Jarvis quipped.
"Bull, J, I programmed you for relay." Tony replied as the door opened and Lizzie stepped in. "What are you doing here, Vitalii? You're supposed to be home, nursing a hangover."
Lizzie looked at Tony with a puzzled expression before she burst out laughing. "Did you seriously just change my nickname because of Vitalii Sediuk's recent pranking the Grammys?"
Tony gave her a thumbs up. "You haven't answered my question."
"Well, my cousins are also pranksters, and for my birthday they decided an anti-hangover drug would be a good way to have payback for my prank on them a few years ago." Lizzie answered, stepping further into the room. "So, I currently am hangover-free, and figured I'd come back before Darcy poisoned you all." in the distance they all could hear Darcy's undignified 'Hey!' being yelled.
"Alright, I suppose that's acceptable." Tony replied, "As you can see, we're in a meeting with the Fantastic Four..."
Lizzie nodded with a smile toward the Richards' and Ben, to Johnny she just gave a mischievous wink. The Human Torch gave a quick look at Loki, as if expecting him to lash out in some way. Needless to say, the trickster simply ignored the mortal, instead watching as Lizzie looked around the room. He knew what he had planned for the egotistical – as Lizzie would say – jackass, but he was curious just what it was that she was going to do.
"How's your arm, Miss Donovan?" Reed asked.
"I was just about to ask that." Bruce said.
Lizzie walked toward the doctors – who actually had sat next to each other – and lifted her sleeve. Both doctors examined her arm briefly, and Bruce surprised everyone by giving a nod in Loki's direction as if to say: 'Good job'.
"Now, we also have a newcomer." Tony said, motioning toward Logan – who Loki had noticed only watched Lizzie in silence. "This is Logan, known as Wolverine."
Lizzie's brown eyes snapped up, and with a slight smile she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Logan." she said, though her tone made Loki wonder if she knew the newcomer.
Logan gave her a – seemingly rare – smile. "My pleasure, Miss Donovan."
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