I hope you don't mind the random change in POVs. I felt the need to get a taste of what's going on in Loki's head. Special thanks to all of you lovely people who take the time to read my story! Love y'all.

LOKI

The next morning, I copied a midgardian outfit I noticed in one of Tony's magazines. I felt uncomfortable in the denim and cotton, but I figured it would do for now.

I walked out of the spare room Mr. Stark had stuck me in, only to be bombarded by a familiar brute. "Brother!" Thor throws his arms around me.

"Uhg." I groan against his clutches. "Get off me."

"Sorry Loki. Are you alright?" The man looks at me with suspicious eyes.

"I'm fine Thor. Have you come to take me home?" I sigh and think about leaving her. While she clearly didn't want start over with me, without our memories, there was no reason for me to stay.

"No, I came to help you fix this situation. Mr. Stark told me about your problem. Can't you remember anything?"

I shake my head. "Of course not. Don't you think I would have said if I did?"

"Now Loki, there is no need to be cranky." Tony passes by, patting my shoulder. A low growl escapes my lips.

"Is Miss Stark awake? Are we ready to go Tony?" Thor turns to her dad in wonder.

"Go? Go where?" I question.

"Abby's awake. She's getting her bag together, and then we can go."

"Where are we going?" I search my brother and Tony for answers.

"Wonderful. Traveling will help us to think of ideas on how to help these two. I'd like to fix it as quickly as possible. I don't like Asgard unguarded."

"Why don't you just take us back to Asgard?" My annoyance slips out in my tone.

"I don't know that Abs wants this fixed. I understand that Loki should have his memories back before going home, but I don't know if Abby wants hers back."

"What?" I ask in a tone of defeat. "She doesn't want to remember me?"

"I can understand her reasoning Mr. Stark, but don't you think it would be best for her to remember?"

"Of course I do Thor, but I'm not going to force her if she doesn't want to remember."

My brother nods his head, his blonde hair waving around him. Most of the time he annoyed me, but now he was making me extremely angry.

"Will someone answer my bloody questions?" I spit.

"Wow, looks like I'm interrupting something exciting." She steps into the room, her dark hair falling out of a loose pony tail and sporting a denim pants like my own and a long white tunic. She looked as lovely as she did the moment I first saw her. It was no wonder how I fell for her.

"Abigail." I breathed for the first time. There was a flash in my mind; she and I in the doorway of this house. Was that a memory?

She blue eyes land on me, and she smiles kindly. As she casts her eyes to the floor, I notice a red blush spread across her cheeks.

"Hey Abs, ready to go?" Tony steps in. When she nods, Tony points towards the door. "Let's go."

"Go where?" I groan loudly, one of my unanswered questions being uttered once more.

"To Stark Towers. I have some business to attend to, and you have a memory to recapture."

We landed in New York a few hours later. The entire plane ride had been filled with Thor and Tony whispering about how they could jog our memories, and me sneaking glances at the wife I couldn't remember.

Upon stepping out of the elevator, we are attacked (in love) by the other "Avengers." With all of them speaking at once, my brain was quickly jumbled. I snuck away to the bar and poured myself a drink.

"Hey buddy." Dr. Banner found his way out of the crowd and poured himself a drink. "How's your head?" He smiles like I'm supposed to know what he speaks of.

"Umm, it's fine." I make a face.

"You really don't remember do you?" His dark eyes turn serious as he studies me. I shake my head. "Maybe I should hit you over the head again, it jogged your memory last time."

"Last time?" I question between sips.

"In Australia."

"Ah." I nod. "You're how I remembered?"

He nods. "Well, the Other Guy."

"Well, thank you." I give him a small upturned smile. "I may need your services later on this evening."

He laughs. "I doubt it would work the same way a second time, but I'd be willing to give it a try."

It seems so strange to be joking around with a man I tried to kill. Someone I had no recollection of befriending, but I must have. I needed to remember.

Another flash: the entire Avengers group sat around a large table. I see Abigail run off, clearly upset. Then I hear Banner yelling at me about how she doesn't like to speak of her mother.

"Loki?" Bruce questions.

"Sorry Banner." I focus my eyes on him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." He nods, and throws back the rest of his drink.

"Did you yell at me once?"

The doctor laughs again. "Which time?"

I roll my eyes and grin. "At some sort of gathering? Maybe I upset Abigail?"

His eyes widen and his smile disappears. "You remember that?"

"Sort of. I just saw a small piece of it. That actually happened?"

He nods. "It was a week into training last year. We were all still a little on edge about having you apart of the group, and when Abby ran off crying, I snapped at you. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known how she felt about her mom." He seems sad, like he's apologizing to me.

"So my other flash must have been real as well." I mutter.

"What was that?" Bruce asks.

"How did Abigail and I meet? Was it at her home?"

Banner nods. "You came with Thor and Fury to recruit Tony and I into the battle against Ultron."

"In the doorway." I sigh happily. I set my glass on the counter. "Looks like I won't be needing your services after all Banner, thank you." I start off down the hallway.

"Wait, what? Loki?"