By the next day Loki was almost completely back to himself. TJ could tell he still had some paranoia and wasn't sure if that was from his mind going insane temporarily or drilled into him from his childhood.

He held Lokis hands as they made they're way into the kitchen where TJ started looking for pans and eggs. As he started getting eggs out Loki quipped. "Are you seriously going to cook?" TJ raised an eyebrow. "I've seen mom do it a billion times. It can't be that hard." Loki got up from his stool and gently pushed TJ out of the kitchen. "Unfortunately you did not get your mothers cooking skills. I will cook and you will sit. I'd rather Shield not be burned down. Especially while I'm in it." TJ chuckled, pretending to pout as he sat down. "I can cook an egg." Loki looked over with a soft smile but a smirk in his eyes.

"You're as good a cook as your father." It took TJ a minute to get that but by the time he did Skye was walking in. "I didn't know you could cook. I didn't even know we had eggs." TJ made a sound. "You do and Gordon Ramsey over here kicked me out." As Loki cracked an egg over the pan he spoke in a sing-song voice. "Because you can't cook dear." Skye laughed. "I never could imagine the god of Mischief so domestic. It's adorable." Loki could only blush, unable to help but to imagine he and TJ married with a few kids.

Ignoring Skyes statement he asked "Would you like anything Skye?" She looked surprised. "Uhh scrambled eggs? Do we have bacon and bread? Toast would be awesome." Loki looked around the small kitchen and found bacon and a loaf of bread in the fridge. He got both out. Skye looked like a five year old on Christmas. TJ commented. "Guessing you haven't had a home cooked meal in a while?" She let out a breath as Loki started cooking. "Not really. Before Shield I was living in a van, no parents and after Shield..well helping save the world doesn't really give time for home cooked meals." TJ smiled. "Well that needs to change." Minutes later a plate with scrambled eggs, three slices of bacon and two slices of toast was in front of Skye on the table. She looked up in surprise but Loki was already back at the stove. "Darling,what would you like?" TJ cleared his throat. He was content watching Loki moving about the kitchen. "Uhh same." Loki made an approving noise before getting to work.

Coulson walked in as the two were eating. Loki saw him. "Hello Director Coulson, would you like some breakfast?" Even cousin had to internally double take at the sight. Skye spoke up, urging him. "Phil, you gotta eat his cooking. It's so good!" Coulson gave a small smile. "A small breakfast. I already had coffee." Loki nodded. TJ looked at Coulson from his spot at the table. "Director, is there any mission today?" "Not as yet but that may change. Don't worry, I'll keep you in mind. And please, call me Phil."

Soon a plate of an over easy egg and two slices of bacon were in front of him. He nodded. "I'm glad I kept the fridge stocked. Never know when you'll want real food." Skye made a noise. "No one ever uses it. I mean you, occasionally. " They all ate, almost in silence but TJ noticed Loki didn't make anything for himself other than toast. He frowned. "Babe, aren't you hungry? You've barely eaten?" Loki swallowed his bit of toast. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

TJ would worry. He would worry a lot and he would talk to Simmons about it.

Later in the afternoon Simmons told them to meet her in Lokis room.

They waited and she came in, a few men behind her with boxes. She, carrying some sort of musical instrument and a briefcase. "I brought you books. Since you will be with us for a undetermined amount of time I wanted to cover all my bases. You are welcome to take them home when you're done. I also brought this." She handed him the instrument case.

He took it gently, opening it. TJ peeking over his shoulder, speaking first. "A violin?" Simmons explained. "Learning an instrument can help him focus, taking his mind off a stress going on in his life and vent the emotions he absorbs. Learning music has many benefits." Loki smiled softly at it. "Thank you, so much. This is very thoughtful."

While Loki was becoming familiar with his books and violin, TJ followed Simmons outside. He waited until they were out of Lokis sights in a hall. "Simmons!" She turned. "Yes?" TJ frowned. "Is ok to talk to you? I'm not sure if you can fix this problem though. " " I will do what I can to help, what's wrong?" "It's Loki. It dosnt have to do with why he's here but his childhood, how Odin would punish him for eating what he wasn't allowed?"

She nodded. "He's still not eating. This morning he only ate toast and I know he hasn't t eaten in weeks, at least not very well." "Has he always eaten like this?" "Well at home there's a bit more to snack on, small fruit, crackers but he never really eats anything heavy." She frowned. "I don't think you're going to like my answer and it's not something that I can fix overnight." TJ frowned but let her continue. "I think he's anorexic. Developed from childhood from Odin. Unless he starts starving himself completely there's nothing much I can do. He will want to want help and honesty, I think it may be something that will be fixed with time. The more he realizes he won't be in trouble the more likely he is to eat."

TJ nodded. Feeling helpless again. Simmons frowned. "I'm sorry there isn't much more I can do." "It's ok. I understand, I just want to help him as best as I can." "That is what will help him more than anything. He needs that support. It's more healing than you know." TJ smiled weakly, feeling a little better at her words. "Thanks. I'm gonna back to him. Sorry to bother you." He turned, going back down the hall.

He heard the sound of a violin being played, somewhat poorly with curses and mumbles. He smiled, looking in the room,seeing Loki attempting the Violin.

That evening, high in the heavens, Emily stark was peeking into the portal between worlds again. Her caretaker, Michael was asleep, as was everyone else mostly. She took the chance and went through the portal.

She landed in the daisies of her grave. She made a humph sound as she sat up, not bothering to take the bits of daisy petals of of her hair. Her white, flowing shirt and matching the pants were also covered in the flowers as she walked to the house that could have been hers.

No one could see her. She knew. Any angel before maturity was nothing more than a ghost when visiting earth. It was a reason ghost stories existed.

She got to the house, seeing the light on, looking in the balcony door. Admiring the kitchen. She tested the door handle, reaching on her tippy toes. It opened, taking her with it as the door opened.

She walked inside, looking around, wondering what ifs and what could bes. It didn't seem like anyone was awake yet the lights were on.

Then she heard heavy boot steps and she hid. It was pointless to hide but it was just too strong an urge to ignore.

The boot steps came into the kitchen, stopping near her. She looked, seeing intimidating looking boots with knives strapped to them.

She looked up further, seeing two thigh pistols and two more on shoulder holsters. She gasped, knowing who it was. "Daddy?" She said quietly.

She realized her mistake when he tensed, looking around, taking in deep breaths. After a few seconds of looking around he turned back to the counter, taking in deep breaths, rubbing his eyes before he broke down. He poured his coffee and drank it black, walking out of the kitchen.

She watched him leave, wanting to run after him. Wanting her daddy to hold her and cuddle her and tell her everything will be alright. But she's nothing but a ghost right now.

She followed in the direction, seeing pictures on the wall of her grandparents. Of her mom and dad and Uncles. Her heart longed to be here but god had other plans.

She went upstairs, taking each step carefully. She went into a room which ended up being her grandparents room. She opened the door, walking inside and seeing Tony, Kim and Clint asleep. She climbed into bed, after a few tries and laid down between Tony and Kim, making room gently to not wake them. She kissed them each on the head and never wanted to leave their comfort.

But she only had a short time left before she had to leave so she left and made he way down to the lab, but she saw her daddy in there to. She stood outside, listening to them.

"I don't know how to feel Gage, I'm hurt, I'm relived and I'm horrified I feel relived. I don't know how to be a mother but I didn't want her to die either." Gage held both her arms. Quinn was a mess. She covered her face with her hands. "It's ok to feel that way. Your barely eighteen. You're still a kid yourself. " Quinn sucked in a breath. "If I'm relived I'm not a mother then why do I miss her so much?" Gage hugged her close. "Because you're human. You don't want an innocent baby to die." "I think maybe I wanted to be a mom for her, I was just so terrified of everything that came with it not to mention she was full term in a week."

Emily felt her mothers conflict and her fathers grief. Starting to cry. "Mommy...daddy.." Both stilled, looking around. "Oh god, I'm hearing things." Quinn said as she ran her hand through her hair. Gage swallowed. "No. I heard it to. I heard it first, in the kitchen."

Emily didn't have long to cry as Michael suddenly appeared, taking her hand and disappearing.

Back in the heavens he let go, crossing his arms. "You know crossing the portal before age is strictly forbidden." Emily just cried, as little children do. Sniffling and rubbing her eyes. Hiccuping. "I missed them. I want to see them. I want my mom and daddy." Michael couldn't stay mad, especially with the way she was brought to heaven in the first place, he picked her up, rocking her. "It's ok little one. You will see them soon enough." He turned, taking her to go to sleep.