A/N: Sorry for the wait, my computer decided that it was too old for this kind of thing, but it's doing better now. Anyways, thanks for the continued support! I don't own the Avengers, and I hope you enjoy!

It was a Wednesday – a very cloudy Wednesday at that. Bruce watched uneasily as Loki, who seemed to be staring off into space, muttered a constant flow of ancient words. A loud scream interrupted the scientist's staring. Loki smirked and laughed slightly as the sound of running met his ears. Clint bolted into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist – he had been enjoying a shower only moments before.

"LOKI WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" the hawk shouted as he flapped a feathered arm at the god, who's smirk only grew larger. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was completely covered with black feathers.

"I'm not quite sure that I know of what you speak, Hawkeye," the lie smith said smoothly. Bruce couldn't contain his laughter as he took in the sight of the master marksman.

"This isn't funny! Change me back, right now!" Clint shouted as he stomped his foot. Loki rolled his eyes and waved his hand at Hawkeye. The feathers immediately fell to the floor along with the white towel. Bruce's howls of laughter, Loki's snort, and Clint's squeal of terror could be heard through the entire floor of Stark Tower. The hawk glared at the trickster and pointed at him. "You just moved to the top of my list!" he proclaimed as he picked up the towel and stormed off.

"Ooh, you're in trouble now!" Bruce said mockingly. Loki had a perplexed look on his face.

"What list does Agent Barton speak of?" the God of Mischief asked.

"His revenge list."

"You would have thought that I would have already been the first on that list," Loki said with a smirk.

There was a loud bang outside the main entrance. Thor burst through the door with a large grin plastered on his face.

"My friends! We have found something amazing!" the God of Thunder said rather loudly as Steve calmly walked out from behind him. The super soldier was cradling something.

"Quiet Thor, you'll wake her up!" he said in a hushed whisper.

"She?" Loki inquired, standing up.

"You stole a baby?" Bruce asked, his voice beginning to rise.

"Like father like son…" Loki grumbled as he face-palmed.

"We didn't steal her! We found her, all alone, in the first floor of the tower!" Steve said defensively.

"What the heck is going on?" Clint asked as he walked into the living room – fully clothed. "OH MY GOD! THAT'S A BABY!" The infant in question suddenly began to cry out.

"Clint, you woke her up!" Steve scolded the agent in a hushed voice as he tried to sooth the baby girl in his arms. Natasha angrily walked into the living room with her hands pressed firmly against her ears. She hissed something in Russian that everyone assumed was profanity. Bruce indulged in his on face-palm before looking up at the ceiling.

"J.A.R.V.I.S., please tell Tony to come up here, now, please."

"Mr. Stark has informed me that he is very busy at the moment," the AI replied smoothly.

"Do tell him that The Other Guy has requested his presence."

"Right away, Dr. Banner." There was another loud noise outside of the door before the man of iron came bolting through it. The billionaire tried to hide his slight terror with a subtle "'sup" before he noticed the still crying baby.

"What the-."

"Tony, they stole a baby," Bruce explained.

"We didn't steal her! She was abandoned at the bottom of the tower, and she was all alone – we had to help her!" Steve pleaded as he cradled the baby closer to his chest.

"Indeed, we are merely protecting this tiny person," Thor chimed in. Tony looked from Steve, to Thor, to Bruce, then to the floor.

"Well, we could keep her, and raise her on our own – then we'd have a really cute representative!" Tony concluded as the baby began to coo gently.

"So we could take her in as our own?" Thor inquired excitedly.

"Oh Hel no! I will not let any of you adopt anyone!" Loki yelled as he walked over to Steve and took the baby. The super soldier was surprised when the baby didn't cry. "Do tell me if I am wrong, but is there not an authority that takes in missing children and helps them find their home?"

"Um, I think so…" Tony said uncertainly – he didn't normally deal with children.

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, there is such an agency. Would you like directions to their headquarters?" J.A.R.V.I.S. cut in.

"Yes, thank you J.A.R.V.I.S.," Loki said as he turned and began to leave. A short walk later found him staring at a very large pair of wooden doors. He glanced down at the sleeping baby in his arms. The god had to admit that she was quite cute. The trickster scoffed slightly, "Sentiment…" he muttered as he glanced up at the sky. In truth, he wished he could keep this little girl in his life – she was so innocent. He was a little envious of her innocence – he couldn't remember a time in his life that he had been like her. It seemed that his life had been rather dark from the get go. But he knew the consequences of such actions, so he placed a gentle kiss atop the small infant's head and pushed the doors open.

The lobby was rather empty say for a few chairs scattered about and the large desk at the end of the room. Loki slowly approached the desk and was a little surprised when he recognized the woman that was sitting behind it.

"Can I help yo-, you're the guy from Target and the guy who tried to take over the world…" she said uncertainly.

"Subjugate, I merely tried to subjugate this realm. But that is the past, and alas I have much larger problems now," the God of Mischief explained; a tone of indifference hiding all other emotion from his voice. The woman noticed the baby in his arms. "She was found alone in Stark tower, and I would like to personally make sure she finds her way home," Loki said as he lifted her up slightly. The woman furrowed her eyebrows, no doubt finding it odd that Loki of all people was helping a baby.

"Well, you came to the right place. I'll take her, and if you leave us a way to contact you, I'll personally see to it that you are contacted as soon as she finds her home," the woman assured him as she bent over the desk to take the baby out of Loki's arms. He couldn't help the sad feeling that took over his entire being as he let go of the infant. The woman looked from the little girl to Loki. "My name is Natalie; would you possibly like to go out with me some time?"

That was definitely not the reaction that Loki had been expecting.

"I get off at five; I can meet you at six," she said quickly as she scribbled something on a small piece of paper. "Here's my number!" Loki took the paper and smiled at her, a tad unsure of what he should do.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Natalie," he heard himself say – this was going to be hard to explain to the Avengers. "I look forward to seeing you tonight," he said as he bowed his head slightly, sparing one last glance at the baby girl before turning and leaving the building.

A date…with a mortal. He wasn't sure how he was going to tell Thor.

A/N: Oooh Loki's got a date! Things are about to get interesting! ^^ I hope you enjoyed! And do submit any thoughts, ideas, or prompts if you have any; feedback = Nutella! ^^ Stay awesome out there!