A/N- Sorry guys. I kind of got a little sick of this chapter so it's like very cluttered and fragmented and very very short. I'll try to get better :(

Hope you like it anyways?

Owl post is, as shown, ruthlessly efficient... Granted, the owl that delivers Luna's books in a bright green undetectably extended bag, crashes into the window next to the one that's open. But nevertheless, it's free next day delivery so Luna can't really complain. Her "muggle" studies don't stop though, which is good since they're really quite useful and Luna enjoys them. Instead, she reads over her wizarding textbooks in her own time, in between training and schooling, scouring over the pages with Wanda and Natasha and sometimes Bruce.

Occasionally she'll happen upon Mr Stark gazing longingly at them and she grins. They'll get there eventually.

Luna's still trying to find the best way to ask him if he would actually like to read the books and not just stare at them. But she understands these things take time.

If only, Luna wishes, she could find some way to install the books into her head. Then Loki and her could read them together. Unfortunately, her head doesn't work like that, and Luna resigns herself to just memorising questions to ask, even writing notes. Not that that matters. Luna's not bitter. It's just... She hasn't heard from Loki in days. It worries her, honestly. And now that she knows a lot more about Loki than when she was an infant, fearing the worse might be more sensible.

Recently, Wanda's been learning a little combat. She'd asked about it maybe two weeks ago. She's only learning the basics though; stance, thinking tactically, using your senses. Perhaps next week she can start actual sparring. Yeah, it's a good plan.

"Natasha," she asks one day, "how can I get Mr Stark to like me?" Because, she's tired of waiting on these things, and honestly things would be a lot more efficient if people skipped the awkward feelings and got to the action that would inevitably happen… although, Luna muses, where's the fun in that?

Natasha, like the others will, simply says, "He'll come around. Don't worry about it. "

Luna's not worried. She is annoyed though (not at anyone, just at the situation).

In fact, it's Dr Banner's ("Call me Bruce.") advice which is actually useful. This shouldn't be too surprising to Luna- after all, they do spend a lot of time together, both scientists and all. "Maybe," He shrugs, rubbing his neck distractedly, "You should make the first move. From the Tony I know, I know he appreciates people making the effort."

She takes it on board and when she shows up a day later, just after lunch, with a cheese and ham panini, Coca Cola and one of her magic books; "

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling" . To say he looks surprised is an understatement, because whilst they haven't been rude or unreasonable to one another, they've certainly been avoiding one another, and they both understand that the level of trust between them is around zero (but hey it isn't in negative numbers).

"Luna." he nods slowly.

"Mr Stark!" Luna exclaims brightly, because she figures she should start optimistically. "I brought you lunch. You haven't eaten yet."

"No. I haven't. Thank you." he frowns, trying to subtly sniff at the plate (except what does he really expect? She's a world class spy). "FRIDAY?"

"The panini is safe to eat, Sir." the A.I. confirms. Luna can't help but smirk a little.

Luna isn't really sure how to breach the subject of the book so she leaves it on the desk on her way out.

….

"Nope, not good enough. Try again, child." Tuts Mr. Loki, crossing his arms. "Honestly, how can you do non-verbal, wandless magic better than you can do verbal, wand using magic?"

Luna huffs, but inside she's smiling. At least he's back. Mr. Loki hasn't mentioned his absence so Luna finds it's probably best to bring it up later.

"Wingardium Leviosa." she says, impatiently. This time, the feather at least moves. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Which is strange because, although she isn't sure how this works, you'd think she'd be able to control what happens in her mind. If this is her mind, that is. Or maybe it's Loki's.

….

Tony doesn't pick the book up until a full diagnostics check. Sure, it's a little paranoid but at this point they can't afford not to be. It feels wrong to be touching it, like it isn't real or like it's about to explode and it's stupid because its literally just ink and paper.

He supposes it's because it's magic and he's not.

When he thinks about it, it makes sense that she's a witch. Luna who is perceptive beyond anyone he's ever met besides Aunt Peggy (but even then it's in a different way), all otherworldly and a paradoxical in her carefully crafted, order of chaos. Or at least to him it seems to be chaos. Just like with Thor, his very presence seems ethereal in a way.

He flicks open the book, leafing through the first few pages. None of it's very hard to understand, of course, it was written for eleven year olds(that thought makes him cringe a bit- he's a genius) but it also doesn't make any sense at all. Like it's easy to follow through the logic and find the right conclusion, but the very fundamental rules in which they are basing it off undermines everything he's ever learnt.

How can two completely different set of rules regarding the universe possibly coexist?

It's probably a question for another day.

….

Steve hears it before he sees it. There's soft music coming from the training room that gives him flashbacks to his childhood, a colourful classical melody which he recognises a little. Perhaps his grandmother played it. It's as though his feet have a mind of their own and he finds himself drifting through the hallways, trainers squeaking against the linoleum floor interrupting the unravelling crescendo of sound. He pauses at the door.

Perhaps it's Wanda doing her energy-chi stuff again (Steve won't pretend to understand it but he will respect it), or maybe Tony has decided to train and is being extra theatrical about it. Shrugging, he decides it doesn't matter too much.

It's an odd but strangely ethereal sight which greets him. Loose strands of tangled, blond hair twirl around in a flurry of light steps and leaps and twirls. A nymph or a faerie perhaps. That's how he would describe her. It's beautiful but odd in that she's surrounded by metal and weaponry and dark tarmac. But then again, it's also strange to see a kid use a weapon and kill with it. He frowns at the thought.

Luna smiles as though she is truly at peace, and to be honest Steve doesn't think he's ever seen her not at peace. Each movement is strong but also delicately precise.

"Hello, Steve. Did you want to practice?" She asks when the music has stopped and she's wiping her brow.

He smiles awkwardly, shaking his head. "Er, no. I just wanted to listen to the music. My feet sort of carried me hear."

Luna nods understandingly like she knows something he doesn't. "Well, you know, the body is very clever that way. Music is one of the best ways to combat Wrackspurts, especially when it brings positive memories. I have a theory that our body kicks in order to be exposed to more music we have more Wrackspurts in our minds. I'll have to prove it though." She says, tapping her nose wisely.

To be honest, Steve isn't really sure what to think of that. After all, with the existence of wizards and aliens and apparently dragons, anything is possible, so he just nods. "Well," he rubs his neck, flushing. "I'll just get going. You're a beautiful dancer."

"Thank you." She beams back. "I know."

When he shuts the door again a more bluesy piece comes on and Steve feels himself relax.

….

Tony returns the book the next day with a post-it note invitation to the lab and a small bag of Skittles next to it. Luna grins, excited. Bruce was right, Tony definitely appreciated the effort. There isn't actually a time specified on the note so Luna decides to take it as 'just come whenever'.

Because she's feeling giddy and a little rebellious, Luna ditches breakfast and just eats her Skittles instead. She's never had Skittles before but they're delicious. Madame Yelena would probably be having a fit right now, she giggles.

The doors of the lab open automatically and Bruce smiles at her as she walks past him towards the more engineering side of the room. Tony offers her a little half smile too.

"Mr Stark-"

"It's- ah, Tony. Just Tony."

…..

On February 13th, an owl lands gracefully on the edge of Luna's one-way window with a small parcel. Carefully, she opens it, she recognises the neat cursive on the outside which says, "To Miss L. Lovegood." Inside there's a generous slice of cake, and a card which reads "Happy Birthday!" on it with a moving picture of exploding fireworks. She opens the card and takes the cake to her desk for later.

"To Miss Lovegood,

Happy 11th Birthday. I look forward to seeing you in Hogwarts in September.

Sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall."

It's short but sweet and a nice thought. And to be honest, Luna's forgotten that it's her birthday. She knew it was around winter, but it's good she actually knows the correct date now.

There's a quiet but indignant squawk at the window which makes Luna giggle but shake her head softly. "Sorry, I don't have anything to feed you." She (or is she a he?) squints its eyes, almost frowning, if owls could frown, before taking off with a dramatic flourish.

"FRIDAY." She says, a moment after. "Could you mark today as my birthday, please?" she dips her finger into the white icing of the cake. Hmm, lemon.

"Of course, Luna. Happy Birthday!" the A.I responds, as enthusiastically as an A.I could respond.

"Thanks!"

…..

Luna's been to London around five times before- all under Red Room's orders. But she's never been really able to enjoy it. Even though she isn't exactly sight-seeing (her train arrives in about an hour and a half) she can enjoy looking at everything through the window of the quinjet.

"How are you feeling?" Asks Wanda, who looks more nervous and excited than she does.

Luna shrugs, smiling. She feels alright but also kind of surreal. Less than a year ago she was still at the Academy, killing for them and now she's here- with the Avengers, about to go to a magic school.

She'll miss everyone, and she knows they'll miss her too. That's nice.

Absently, she wonders if Madame Yelena is still looking for her or if she's given up. Perhaps Luna doesn't care. She is excited though.

Last night Mr. Loki said she'd probably be a Ravenclaw. It sounded like a compliment too. But to be honest, Luna doesn't really mind what house she'll be sorted in. As long as she's happy there, and safe (and things hopefully aren't too boring), those are the main things.

"Wheels down in five." Natasha calls from the cockpit. There's an echo of affirmatives and Luna let's out a laugh.

Tony gives her a weird look. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing. Just some wrackspurts." This is her family.

A/N- please comment anyways? I'm really trying I just lacked motivation this month for some reason. Sorry

-Mercia