You grunted in pain as your leg collided with a chair you had forgotten to put back in after you finished with it, annoyed with yourself but also with the fact that you were going to have another big tender bruise across your shin as a result. If you were one to bet, you would wager a substantial proportion of your legs were mottled in bruises, from your hips, which collided with every countertop in the building you came within a three foot radius of it seemed, to your feet, which always seemed to be hitting into the corners of different furnishings.

It was not a good day, you were tired and frustrated; and the news had just stated that there was to be a meteor shower visible over the city in the late afternoon due to the beautifully clear skies, and all the while, you were forced into perpetual darkness. It angered and upset you; your appetite dissipating immediately after you heard it, so you remained in your rooms and glowered.

X

Stark beckoned the hand of one of his suits to him and as it charged, he aimed in at Loki. "Where did you get that?" He demanded just as the God was walking to the chair he stated he would leave the jumper on.

"I found it yesterday in the lift, so I am placing it here for its owner to retrieve at their own leisure." He replied calmly, taking pleasure in how his placid demeanour and tone seemed to irritate the eclectic group of misfits more. "Should I not do such?"

Stark lowered the weaponised hand slowly and eyed the God. "In the lift was it?" Loki gave a small nod, so Stark looked to Thor. "Is this true?"

"I cannot say as I was not present." He eyed Loki as he answered. "But I think it the truth as there can be very few explanations as to how he came to possess it otherwise."

"I try to do something that is considered the correct thing to do and I am treated worse than when I was here to try and take over this miserable realm." Loki threw his eyes up. "Why do I even attempt to bother?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rogers folded his arms across his chest.

"I threatened this New York with obliteration and I am offered a drink. I place a mislaid article of clothing of a chair and I am being threatened with being blasted out a window." He explained.

"Yeah, well, why would anyone believe you capable of helping anyone, it's not like you have a track record for it." Barton growled, eyeing him from a safe distance.

"Enough." Thor raised his hands. "No good will come from this disagreement. The article of clothing is here now, there seems to be no malice behind it, whatever Loki's reasoning for assisting." Thor looked at Loki, suspecting that under that uncaring façade, he felt some sort of remorse for his actions towards you in your first encounter. "So there is little reason for everyone to be getting so concerned."

"Little reason…Thor if he gets anywhere near…"

"He'll what, contemplate tripping me up?" Everyone ceased arguing and turned to see you had exited the elevator and entered the room without them noticing and had heard at least some part of the argument.

"You are aware who we are talking about here?" Barton argued immediately.

"Yes, I am pretty sure it is Loki." You replied. "But Thor explained prior to his arrival that he is no longer able to do much of the things he was capable of before, and even if he was, it is not like making multiple copies of himself or making illusions would affect me anyway." You pouted out.

"He is still very much capable of harming people in other ways." Rogers pointed out, earning another eye roll from Loki.

"He has been around me already, twice yesterday alone actually, and he has done nothing to harm me or impede my getting around. If he intended on doing anything to me, I doubt he would have waited so long to do it, especially now that everyone's hackles are up." You countered, becoming slightly irritated. Sure he was arrogant, rude and obnoxious, but you did not fear him. Though that in itself would have many thinking that you were not of sound mind, since he was the same being that had tried to brutally conquer the planet not three years before. But his manner around you seemed to be one of annoyance and curiosity more than anything. "Why is this all becoming an issue today anyway? Hasn't he been here for close to a month by now?"

"He has come into the possession of something belonging to you, saying that you lost it in the elevator." Tony explained, though his tone showed in no believed the story. You cursed internally at the fact the Avengers had been alerted to the fact you had lost the jumper. "I am going to have a programme installed into Friday that will notify you when you misplace something so it can be corrected immediately, and to keep an eye on things for you round the clock." You could hear him walking around as he spoke and shifted awkwardly at what he was saying.

"Perhaps it is best if you get her to notify us all when something like that occurs, you know, so we can all make sure it is sorted." Barton suggested, Stark immediately agreeing with the idea.

Whatever bit of an appetite you were able to salvage after the talk of the meteor shower you would miss was destroyed altogether as you listened to Stark and the other Avengers discuss the alterations that could be made to the Intelligence System that would make your life even more mollycoddled. You turned and slowly made your way to the elevator once more, needing to get out of the room, and away from it all.

When Stark turned again he was slightly startled to see you were no longer there. "Where did Kiddo go?"

"She left as soon as all of your backs were turned." Loki indicated towards the lift.

"What did you do?" Barton growled, looking at him suspiciously.

"I did nothing, except observe her and watch her leave." They did not seem fully convinced. "I am curious to know, how a group of so many seem to fail to notice a very obvious issue."

"And what is that?" Barton snarled through bared teeth.

"That you all seem to treat that human as though she is utterly useless. I thought the reasoning for her remaining here was so to allow her to acclimatise to her new, less easy to manoeuvre world, or at least, that was the impression I got from Thor, yet you seem to not wish for her to do anything for herself, such as learn to adapt appropriately. I wonder then, how none of you noticed her become disheartened and somewhat angered by you all talking around her and not to her." He stated.

The Avengers looked among themselves to see if any of the others had noticed whatever Loki was referencing. "What are you not stating Loki?" Thor asked.

"Well, I assume an assistance dog is something mortals here use to well, as the name states, assist them."

"Yes, it is a dog trained to assist those who are less capable with everyday tasks." Rogers informed him. "Why?"

"Well she was researching such beasts yesterday when I entered the room, so I assume that she is somewhat interested in having that and not a computer to assist her." The Avengers again looked at each other to see if there was any of them who had known this. "Perhaps if you all actually took a moment to assess what is aiding and what is impeding, you would realise you need to cease doing the latter so to ask her how to help her do the former, rather than thinking that you know what it is she needs better than she does. No wonder she left." He shook his head and walked towards the elevator to go back to his own floor, having had enough of the comments and idiocy of those gathered for one day. "Perhaps you should all concern yourselves with the fact that though I am seen as the most self centred being in this decrepit building, yet I am the only one to notice the very obvious issue here." He smirked as the elevator closed.

"That is a thought that is going to fester for the rest of the afternoon." Stark growled as he folded his arms and watched the numbers on the lift until it stopped on the floor Loki and Thor resided on.

"He's not right though." Rogers dismissed for a moment before looking around. "Is he?"