I hope you guys like this. If not then, I'm really sorry. Tony and Loki's P. this chapter. I don't own Avengers.

Tony

I woke up in my bed, sorta. My torso was in the bed, my legs were not. They were thrown over the side, my shoes and jeans still on. I looked on the other side of my bed. No one else. Good sign. My headache pulsed as I sat up. Suddenly, I heard someone in my kitchen. "Umm, Jarvis? Who the fuck is my apartment?" I questioned the ceiling.

"A Mister Loki, sir. Brought you in last night, sir." My sorta butler answered. Oh, library guy. Wait, what? I walked as swiftly as a hung over man could, to the kitchen. Loki had his hair in an awkward ponytail and he was dancing around the kitchen. I leaned on the wall to watch him. He would do long, sweeping steps between the stove and fridge.

"Having fun over there?" I asked, smirking. He spun around, clearly startled. pushed off the wall and walked to him.

"I'm sorry I just, got hungry." He told the floor. I shrugged.

"It's alright. Breakfast is wonderful to wake up too." I smiled, stepping around him to look at what he was making. Pancakes and bacon. Yum.

"I hope you like pancakes and bacon. There wasn't much in the fridge." He admitted. I knew that, I didn't eat much here.

"I love it!" I assured him. "And I think its burning." I pointed to the pancake pan. He spun and flipped the four pancakes quickly onto a plate. Then the bacon followed on one. He swept to the kitchen table. Somehow, he made a big enough hole to eat at it. He set two other plates, forks and glasses down. He then swept to the fridge and grabbed orange juice and milk. He held them up and down.

"Just orange juice please." I told him. He poured two glasses of orange juice and finally, sat. "So, um what happened last night?" I asked around a mouthful of pancakes. How dare you taste amazing! I cursed the pancakes. He poked at his pancakes for a minute before speaking. Oh God, what did I do?

"I was going back to my dorm from a date and I found you in a bush drunk and crying. You told me you were trying to talk with Bruce and kinda flopped over." He smiled lightly at the last bit. Right. I remember some of that. The crying and Bruce part at least. Wait, did he say date?

"Oh. Right. My dad is very sick right now and, he got worse yesterday." I told him, pulling into myself. I could feel the sympathy from Loki's eyes. I ate a piece of bacon and chewed in silence.

"I...I'm sorry." He finished. I flinched at those words. I hated those words.

Loki

I knew I shouldn't have said I'm sorry. It just came out even though I paused. I saw him flinch at those words.

" Its alright. Not your fault." Tony said, no emotion to his voice. We sat in awkward silence while we finished breakfast.

"I-I better go." I stood, set my plate and glass in the sink and walked out. Tony didn't stop me. "Uuuugh! I'm such an idiot!" I growled out as soon as I was in the elevator. The doors slid open and I dashed out. Lucky his apartment was five minutes from school.

The morning was brisk, the few joggers and dog-walkers still going strong were out. Now I really wish I had my hoodie. I thought sadly as I walked on. When I got back to my dorms, Bruce was sprawled out on his bed.

"Bruce! Wake up!" I shouted, smacking his head with a pillow. He jolted up, ready to punch.

"What?! What's on fire!?" He asked quickly. I snorted and dropped onto my bed.

"Nothing. You just needed to get up." I smirked. He threw a pillow at me. "Hey now!" I swatted it away. Bruce laughed and put on his glasses.

"Where were you last night?" He asked. "Date go better then expected?" He waggled his eyebrows at me. I groaned and threw another pillow at him.

"No! You know I don't put out on the first date! What kinda man do you take me for?" I asked, touching my chest. "I'm hurt, Bruce." He laughed at me. "But really, I was helping Tony." Bruce stopped laughing.

"I didn't even know you knew him." He said. I shrugged.

"Not really. Met him in the library yesterday. Found him crying in a bush last night. Helped him home, no big deal." I played it off.

"Uuhhh big deal Lok. You spent the night with a wasted Tony Stark! If you were a lady then he would have been all over you like butter on pancakes!" Bruce exclaimed. A lady. Right. My brain sighed as loud as it could. "Hey, don't go all sad on me." Bruce placed a hand on my shoulder. "He wasn't ll over you right? Cause if he was I would have to kick his ass." He set his jaw which made me giggle.

"No Hulk. He wasn't on my like butter on pancakes." I pushed him a little to get to the closest. "hey, need in the bathroom? Gonna take a shpwer." He shook his head and I jumped in. The hot water washed the weird night away.

Sorry for the wait. Little slower but, I gotta build the story up.